Chapter 14 – Liam
S omewhere, in my lust and alcohol addled state, I beg my cock not to let me down and blow too soon.
I seat her on the edge of the bench. I could hold her, but I want to focus on my movements and her pleasure more than keeping us both upright.
Beyond that, my bigger brain is on vacation as I sink into Juliana’s tight, wet heat for the first time.
Her fingernails dig into my shoulders as her body struggles to accommodate me, but she doesn’t say stop.
“More.” That’s right, fucking more . Bareback, my pussy to claim and to fill.
I’m dizzy with desire. This whole night is my dearest fantasy come true.
Except that one-night-only part. Fuck that shit. She’s mine now.
“You want a baby? I’m giving you a baby,” I rumble, slowly pumping in and out a few times until my cock is fully coated with her juices. Then, I slam into her, a punishing possession that makes my eyes cross as I bottom out.
“Yes, take me hard,” she begs, raking her nails down my back. That’s fine. I painted her tail and ate her out twice. She can claw me up all she wants. I’ll wear these marks like badges of fucking honor.
She feels heavenly with her pussy lips kissing my balls, but I want to feel her clamping around me tightly when her sweet cunt milks me dry. Another withdrawal, nearly out, has her hissing my name. I grin and stop teasing her.
Finding my rhythm, I start thrusting, steady and hard, a pounding pace that threatens to undo me too soon.
It doesn’t help when Juliana releases all her remaining inhibitions with one long wavering moan that burrows under my skin.
“Fuck, yes,” I grunt, gripping her hips to keep her from sliding away from me on the velvet.
“This is my pussy to fuck, Juliana. No other man’s.
You want my cum? This is how you’re getting it. ”
Like her moan, my filthy mouth can’t be held back from that point on.
It doesn’t bother Juliana. She matches my energy, telling me she wants it in her pussy, in her mouth, on her tits and face.
“All you’ve got to do is ask, baby,” I huff, straining against the rising tide that’s ready to swamp me.
No way am I coming before she does. This is do-or-die time.
Her dress is pushed up to her belly button and her sexy curves jiggle with every thrust. Her tits are still covered by the dress.
I slow my hips and pull her dress and bra down enough to capture one perfect tawny nipple in my mouth.
She arches her back and grabs my hair with the same force a drowning person grabs a lifesaver. It’s fine. Hair grows back.
A string of ohs, building in volume, tumble from her kissable lips and I have to claim those again next. “Mine… Mine…”
She squirms beneath me, her movements growing hectic. Her legs clamp around my waist and her fingers squeeze my biceps. “Oh, yes…”
She pitches into the void, lost in ecstasy for the third time on my watch.
Does she have any idea what a glorious sight she is when she’s like this?
Probably not. I love the feel of her pussy gripping my throbbing cock like a goddamn vise.
I want to come, but don’t want to stop either.
I want to get her to a fourth climax if I can.
But, just as I’m congratulating myself on my restraint, I glance down at her belly and picture it swollen with my child. Kerosene, meet match. There’s no stopping it. My balls constrict and my cock erupts. “Uhhnn…”
I come so hard my ears are ringing. It’s like my balls just shot out all my strength.
I collapse on top of her sweet, warm flesh, dotted with sweat, and try to catch my breath.
She doesn’t seem to mind. She’s still riding her high, her sex-drunk, hazel eyes hooded and sparkling as she looks up at me.
Her fingers gently tangle through my hair. “Wow,” she says, chuckling softly.
Wow is right. But, I realize I’m crushing her before I can echo her words.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Jules.”
I hurriedly stand. My cock slips free and my thoughts are still blissfully blank. Boisterous laughter seeps in from outside the door and draws my attention. I locked it, right? I’d forgotten we were even at the club. The playroom became our private cocoon. I want to take her home with me.
I grab my shirt, planning to ask her that but, when I turn back to Juliana, something has changed. Her hooded eyes are now wide open and her dress has been hastily yanked back into place. Breasts, belly and pussy all out of sight. A goddamn shame.
“I, uh… I have a ride scheduled to pick me up. We should arrange one for you. You’re not safe to drive.”
I think her scheduled ride is utter bullshit and there’s no reason we couldn’t split a ride home. “Juliana…”
She hops off the bench, rushing over for a quick hug. “It’s okay. We’re okay. I promise. I just need-”
“Space,” I finish for her. It’s like my heart has suddenly been yanked out of my chest, knowing she’s withdrawing from me.
Her expression is conflicted, but she still nods. Rising to her tiptoes, her lips brush my cheek and then she scurries away. With my pants hanging around my ankles, I don’t chase her. She doesn’t want me anymore tonight, but I’m not letting her get away that easily.
I grab my jacket. Her panties are still in my pocket. Still damp and mine now. Mine .