Chapter 19 Gracie Mae
Gracie Mae
There's nothing gentle of how Oak's lips capture mine. His lips aren't soft, they're demanding. And there's no coaxing of his tongue to seek entry, he just invites himself inside with a hard kiss that's so fueled with passion and desire that it makes my blood run like molten lava.
He dominates my mouth and I submit to him so easily. I let him devour me. I let his tongue lead the dance with mine and for his teeth to clash against my own. My body zaps with electricity when his hands cup my ass before they slip under my thighs to hike me up higher against him.
I moan into his mouth as he groans into mine. Both of us swallowing each other's cries of pleasure as our kiss fuels our burning desire.
It's not nearly enough.
One taste of him and I understand why people can become addicted.
I want to taste every inch of his skin. I want to see just how far I can take his cock in my mouth. I want to know what it's like to feel his tongue laving up my pussy and circling around my clit. I want to know what it's finally like to have him inside me.
And then after it's all done, after I know, I'll want to do it all over again.
I don't even realize we are moving until my back slams against a wall.
His hand cradles the back of my head so that it doesn't feel the impact.
But with my back pressed against the wall and my legs wrapped around him like a vine I can feel his erection pressed deliciously up against my aching and wet pussy.
And as he leans in, pressing himself against me more, I can't help but moan.
He swallows my cries with a deep bruising kiss. And I know once he's done with me my lips will be puffy and sore, but I'll never once complain.
His hot breath fans my face as he tears his lips away from mine. I incline my head and apply pressure on the back of his neck to bring his lips back to mine but he doesn't budge. Instead he thrusts his hips, and my god, it feels fucking incredible, even through our clothing.
With eyes that are on fire and a voice that is drenched in sex he says hotly, "You don't know how many times I've imagined kissing your lips. Or how many times I've jacked off to the thought of silencing that sassy mouth of yours with my cock."
Oh my motherfucking god.
My heart jackhammers as my panties become absolutely soaked. I feel as if my skin is on fire and his dirty talk is only adding fuel to the flame.
His eyes gleam as a smirk graces his lips. "You like that don't you, baby? You want my cock in your mouth? You think you can handle it?"
My hips, having a mind of their own, gyrate against his erection and he bites back a moan as his eyes close.
And suddenly I want that.
I want his cock in my mouth.
And I've never wanted to do that with a man before.
Yeah, I've given blowjobs but it was never for my pleasure. I never once got off on the thrill of it.
But Oak?
Holy fucking hell, I'm about to combust with the image of him throat fucking me and seeing him come undone.
"I can handle anything," I say breathlessly.
His eyes open at that and they land on my mouth. They then flick up to my eyes, and I can see the excitement there. I can practically read his mind, thoughts of everything he can explore with me, and seeing how far he can take it.
And for him, I'll take everything.
He knows that. Like the predator he is he can sense it. I'm more than his prey. I'm his fucking submissive and like the dominant he is he fucking thrives off it.
"Anything?"
I lick my lips sensually. "Anything.”
His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. "That's a dangerous thing to say to a man like me."
"And why's that?"
He leans down until his mouth is pressed against the shell of my ear. His hand travels up my bare thigh and doesn't stop until he un-flicks the button of my denim shorts and pulls down the zipper. "Because now I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want with you."
Oh my fucking-
I can't even finish the thought as his hand dips inside my panties and his fingers brush my lips.
Before I can even whimper he parts my lips and delves his finger inside my pussy while his thumb applies pressure to my clit.
My head falls back on the wall behind me as my mouth opens in the perfect 'o'.
He pumps his finger in and out at a languid pace. Not too quick to lose my mind but not too slow for it to be torture.
With my head tilted back he nips the underside of my jaw and down the column of my neck. And as his teeth bite down on my pulse point he adds a second finger.
"Oak!" I cry out his name deliriously. The delicious way his fingers are stretching and filling me is beyond me. All I know is I never want this sensation to end.
I feel the heat simmering in my lower abdomen as pins and needles shoot up and down my spine.
His thumb circles around my clit. He changes the pace based on how my pussy clenches around him. It's as if he can feel my orgasm coming and he's doing everything in his power to prolong it.
His lips work their way back up my neck and bite down on my earlobe before sucking it into his mouth.
Holy fucking shit.
"Oak," his name is a whimpered plea on my lips. A plea for him to press harder down on my clit. A plea for him to finger fuck me faster. A plea for him to give me the orgasm he's denying me.
He chuckles darkly against the shell of my ear, and the sound has me clenching around him.
I can literally hear how soaked I am as he finger fucks me. And yet I don't feel embarrassed at all.
"You want to come?" He asks hotly, his voice a seductive purr.
I nod my head as I bite down on my lower lip.
His teeth pull on my earlobe and bite down a bit too hard, and my eyes flash open at the tinge of pain.
He soothes it with a wet kiss before settling his scorching gaze on mine.
"What did I tell you about using that fucking mouth of yours?
" He asks the question the same time he adds a third finger.
My mouth falls open in a silent scream as he pumps in and out of me relentlessly. And then, suddenly, he stops.
"Wh-why did you stop?" I splutter. My nerves are at their ends and I was so fucking close to reaching coital bliss.
His fingers remain inside me unmoving as his thumb increasingly applies pressure to my clit.
"I asked you a question," he says so casually, as if we are discussing the fucking weather. His eyes then flick from my lips then back to my eyes. "You didn't answer."
And because even in the rise of an orgasm I can't help but sass back at him. "And that's denying me an orgasm? Because I didn't answer?"
His fingers slip out of me completely and I ache at the loss. Before I can whimper he slaps my throbbing pussy harshly, and then pinches my clit between his fingers.
I hiss through my teeth.
His eyes narrow down on mine. "I would watch that tone if I was you."
"And what exactly are you-" I don't even get to finish my sentence because he abruptly thrusts his three fingers back inside me and curls his fingers.
"Oh my god, oh my god," I chant, my head moving from side to side from the overwhelming sensation.
"If you're going to chant, it better be my name falling from those lips of yours."
He seals his mouth over mine before I can cry out his name. I kiss him back with just as much fervor. Both of us in a battle of dominance that I'm not sure either of us want to submit to.
I kiss him as if my life depends on it. And hell, maybe it does, because I have never felt so god damned fucking alive.
His lips tear away from mine too soon. "You want to come?" He asks the question again.
This time I don't make the same mistake. "Yes," I say on a moan.
"Say it then. Say, Oak, I want you to make me come," he orders me.
So fucking lost in him and submitting to him despite my fight for dominance I find myself repeating, "Oak, I want you to make me come."
His lips trail down my throat and leave wet hot kisses on the top of my breasts. "Now say please," he murmurs against my skin.
Fuck, I feel as if my skin is on fire. I'm half out of my damn mind. As his fingers thrust at a maddening pace and hitting a spot that literally has my eyes rolling to the back of my head and seeing stars I groan, "Please Oak, please make me come."
And oh my god does he fucking deliver.
No sooner than the words whimper out of my lips I feel myself getting higher and higher until I combust like fireworks and come crashing back down.
The orgasm hits me so hard that I nearly black out from the power of it. My whole body is trembling and my muscles have gone weak.
As I finally come crashing down to reality I blink my eyes open to find Oak place those same three fingers inside his mouth and suck them clean.
Oh fuck. That's so fucking hot.
There's still this wild feral look in his eyes. A look that says he's not nearly finished with me yet. And to be honest I'm not sure I can build back up an orgasm that god damn powerful. I don't know if my body can even handle it.
"Tell me, baby. Whose fingers fuck you better? Yours or mine?"
Breathlessly I answer him, "Yours."
His nose skims mine and I can feel his hot breath upon my face. "Hmm," he hums. "What am I doing when you touch yourself?" His question throws me out onto left field.
"What?" I ask dazed.
He smirks. Then he slides his hands down my thighs and to my ankles where they are hooked around his back. He peels them off of him and slowly sets my feet to the floor. With one arm way above my head he leans into me but he's still towering me.
His fingers play with the zipper on my jacket, and before I can ask what was the question he unzips my jacket and peels it off of me. He throws it to the floor without a care.
His eyes devour me. And they take great pleasure in seeing my ample chest in a push up black lace bra. Because I'm still catching my breath my breasts are heaving.
He licks his lips. "Do I pay attention to your tits when you're imagining me?" His fingers hover above the front clasp of my bra. I know he's asking without asking to take it off.