8. Mimic
Eight
Mimic
I watch momentarily as Prez looks from me to his daughter, expecting me to take his side. I am still trying to figure out what I walked into. Seeing him standing there, Rox in her robe, her face matching the pink hue of her hair. I’m unsure if it’s because her dad busted me here or whatever they were fighting over this time.
Prez huffs one last time and exits through the open door. Rox growls as she slams the door. She runs her fingers through her hair and her hand over her face. She paces back and forth a bit before stopping in front of me.
“You didn’t think to stop and not come in when you saw his bike? Were you that dick blind?” Rox grumbles, brushing past me and flopping down on her sofa.
“What bike?” I stop and listen. I hear the car I know was there when I pulled up, pulling away—not the loud rumble of a Harley rolling off. “I hear your mother’s car pulling away, not his bike. Do you really think I would be this dumb? Or dick blind, as you called it.” Listen, I didn’t pay too much attention to anything around me when I pulled up because I was on a mission to make her scream my name, but I would have stopped at the sight of a bike—especially her father’s. So no, I am not what she’s calling dick blind.
“What? You think I’ll mount you while my mother is here? We’re close, but that close. Definitely crosses more than a few lines, Mimic.” Rox sounds annoyed with me, but all I see is her smooth, toned, and tattooed legs swinging over the arm of the couch. I watch them as her toes point down, showing off the definition of her calves. All I can think about is running my tongue up the entirety of her leg. I want to taste every inch of her before I get to the spot I know will make her scream. I hear her mumble something, which snaps me out of my trance.
“What was that?” I look at her sitting up, watching me with a glint of sass in her eyes.
“Dick blindness,” she shakes her head. I can see the hint of a smile on her lips, but I know she’s annoyed with me. “I’m trying to fight with you about the fact that you had no qualm about coming in here to fuck me, thinking my mother was here, and you’re too busy watching my body move to have something to say.”
“Whoa!” What she’s saying finally clicks. “No. No! First,” I lick my lips and focus my thoughts on a cohesive idea. “I didn’t think that was an option. Two, your mom loves me, knows what’s up, and would have left when I came in. And three, this isn’t a fight! ” I growl back at her loudly. “This disagreement can end with me on my knees.”
“Again. All you’re thinking about is fucking me.”
“You can’t seriously blame me, Rox,” I tell her and walk toward her. She starts to move backward, and when her back hits the wall, I cage her in with my arms. I press my body against hers, allowing her to feel my cock against her. It’s rock hard, and I want nothing more than to sink it deep inside of her. I swivel my head back and forth as if I were a snake and stop once my nose runs along hers. She lets out a heavy breath that does nothing but turn me on more. “You’re the one who sent me a picture. You’re the one who asked me to come. You’re naked under this flimsy material you call a robe, and I bet your cunt is wet. All because you wanted me to fuck you.”
Her chest is rising and falling rapidly. It’s clear she’s turned on and loving every moment of this. She licks her lips and looks up into my eyes.
“I can see it, Rox. You want me. So. Fucking. Much.” Between each word, I kissed along her jawline, down to where her shoulder meets her neck. It’s there that I bite her. Her gasp, along with her breathing, let me know she loves it.
“Tell me, Rox. Tell me I’m here because you want me to fuck you. You want my cock so far in your cunt, making you drip. You want me to suck your clit, and tongue fuck you. Tell me I’m here because you want me. Fucking tell me, Rox.”
I don’t know if she doesn’t notice or care, but while telling her what I want to hear, I was undoing the belt of her robe. I slid it off her shoulders as I spoke, and she moaned in response. It’s currently a puddle on the floor, and my hands are making their way around her body. I need to learn every inch of her skin. I want to feel everything. I want to make her feel so damn good.
She still hasn’t said anything, and it just won’t do. I need her to tell me what I crave. I want her to make it clear that she wants me to fuck her. I need it.
I kiss her and swallow her moan. My fingers slide down her stomach, going right where I know she craves my touch. I enter her with my first two fingers.
“Oh, fuck. Yes.”
“Yes, what, Rox? Tell me. Tell me I’m here so I can fuck you.”
She inhales and, on her release, moans out her answer. “Yes. Oh shit, right there. Yes. You’re here to fuck me.”
“Good girl.”
I pull my fingers out of her and drop to my knees. I throw one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her up for me, and immediately latch on to her clit. I suck her into my mouth as hard as I can, and she screams. My fingers go back into her, and I strum on her G-spot while I continue to suck and lick her clit. She tastes so fucking good. She’s so damn delicious, and I already know I won’t be able to survive if I’m not able to eat her every day. I’m already addicted. I’m entirely consumed by her flavor alone. I hear her moans, her screams, her begging for air. Her hands grip my hair, and her nails scrape my scalp.
She’s pulling me in, attempting to get me closer. If that’s what my baby wants, that’s what she gets. I pull my fingers out of her and grab her other leg. Holding her legs apart with my hands, I use my shoulders to support what I can, and I spread her as far as I can. My tongue goes as deep into her cunt as I can get it, but I want more. I need more. I can’t stop yet. Not yet. I can feel her release building. The pressure is there. She’s ready to burst. I’m not stopping until she comes all over my face and tongue.
Moving to once again suck her clit, that’s what detonates her bomb. She screams out my name, and I drink her down. God fucking damn, she’s so good.
I set her legs down, her feet landing on the floor.
“I’m not done with you yet, baby.” I bend down, and she’s over my shoulder before she can say anything. I take her to her room and lay her on her bed. Her tits bounce from the force, and I have to grip my cock over my jeans from the sight of her splayed out on her bed. Naked, soaking wet, and waiting for me.
I pull my shirt over my head, and I’m out of everything else as quickly as possible. I want her so fucking bad. I crave her. I’ve craved her like no other for so long. I want to make this moment last for-fucking-ever, but I am also not going to lie to myself. It’s going to be over fast at first. I can’t wait to feel her silky cunt wrapped around my cock. I give myself a few strokes as she eyes my nine-and-a-half inches.
“You want this, Rox?”
“So fucking much.”
I crawl up her body, licking her cunt a few more times before I move on. She smiles at me as my face aligns with hers. I kiss her deeply. I need this. To feel her like this. Wrapped around me, kissing me as passionately as I’m kissing her. I want her to feel my desire for her. My want. Does she feel how in love with her I already am? I can’t tell her that, though. I know it would scare her and ruin what we have right now. But, I can, and need to be, honest about something else.
“I’m not gonna last long, Rox. I’ve wanted you for so long. I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold on and give you what you deserve.”
“I deserve you,” she tells me before her lips meet mine again. Using my hand to guide myself, I push once I’m aligned. We both gasp as my cock becomes fully seated within her. “Fuck, Mimic. You feel so damn good.”
“God, Rox.” It’s all I manage to get out before I feel my control slipping. I can’t be the man who comes the second he puts it in, though. I need to give her at least a minute. That one song may say they don’t want it, but fuck, sometimes it’s just too hard. Move . I tell myself to fuck off with the doubt and control myself. I need to give her everything I have. I take a deep breath, and it’s as if everything changes inside me.
Pumping my hips, I lean back and adjust her legs so they’re bent. Her knees are to her chest, and I’m pushing down on them so I can use the force to fuck her harder. It’s also tilting her body back, and I’m pegging her G-spot with every single thrust. Her moans get louder, and the sounds coming from her cunt speak to me as well. I look down. My cock is a creamy white color. She came, and she isn’t stopping. She’s soaking wet. I’m covered. I lean my body down, and my stomach rubs her clit with every thrust. I grip the top of her head and kiss her as she screams my name. Her pussy contracts, and I’m gone. I fill her up with everything I’ve been wanting to give her for years. I hold myself as deep as I can inside of her, even after I’m finished.
“Not bad for a minute.”
“Oh, you snarky little shit. Just give me a few minutes.”
“I’ve got plenty since that wasn’t that long.”
I tickle her, and we roll around in cum and sweat-covered sheets until I’m hard again. And this time, I have her screaming for over an hour.