Chapter 41 #2
“Yes.” The word leaves my lips in a rush.
She unbuckles my belt and grabs hold of the zipper.
The distinctive sound feels sweet as she lowers it.
I glance down at her staring up at my bulging cock. “Once you remove my boxer briefs, you’ll have the full effect.”
I don’t have to ask twice.
“Holy fuck, you’ve been blessed by the penis gods.”
“That’s a hell of a compliment,” I say, stepping out of my pants and boxer briefs.
“And soon, I’m about to be blessed by the penis gods… through you.” Her lips twist. “I hope, anyway.”
I stare down at her on her knees in front of me. “You hope?”
“Size doesn’t mean shit if you don’t know how to use that rocket between your legs. Trust me, been there, done that.”
I can’t tell if this is part of the act or something she’s experienced. There’s a fucked-up part of me that wants to believe I’m about to rock her world in a way Chett never could.
“You have a mouth on you, little girl,” I say. “Keep it up and I’ll find a good way to make use of it that doesn’t involve you talking.”
“Promises, promises.”
I shake my head.
With a grin stretching from ear to ear, she stands up, grabs my shirt and suit jacket, sashays to a chair in the corner of the room and folds them carefully into place, all the while showcasing that beautiful ass.
In the short time we’ve lived together, she’s learned how much of a neat freak I am. And how much I appreciate that fine ass.
She returns to stand in front of me. “Can I touch you? Please.”
I nod.
She runs a finger down my V line and across my stomach.
I inhale a breath and clench my balls.
Her fingers resume their torture, gliding up the side of my body, caressing my chest, and scratching her fingernails over my nipples.
If she keeps this up, I’m going to come.
I grab hold of her hand and place it on my chest. “You’re getting me all worked up.”
Something flashes in her eyes. “Not that I know your age, but I’m guessing you’re much older than me. If you need a minute to take your Viagra pills so you can get filled out a bit, I can wait.”
Slap!
“Yeep!”
“Listen, little girl, I can fuck you all night long without the need for a fucking pill. You’ll learn that the hard way when you wake up sore and bruised, and incapable of taking a step without remembering who broke you.”
“Can’t wait.” She rubs the sore spot.
I shake my head.
“If I promise to be good, can I keep touching you?”
“No funny business.”
“Promise.” Her hand is on me again, caressing my skin.
“I’m sure you hear this all the time, but you’re masculine beauty personified,” she says, as her finger traces a line between the column of my ab muscles.
“I’m a little embarrassed because I don’t work out.
You on the other hand… you’re as fit as a pro athlete.
I have jiggly bits. All your bits are hard and muscular. ”
“You’re embarrassed for having a knockout body?”
“Well, when you put it like that…”
“I mean that.” I lean down and kiss her.
It’s like I need my mouth on her all the time.
The kiss grows deeper.
She makes desperate noises and paws my ass.
I grind my erection against her.
Her delicate fingers find my cock, and my head spins at the touch.
She wraps her fingers around my length and jerks me off.
My cock twitches in her palm.
I clamp a hand around her wrist, halting her movement.
If we keep this up, I’ll come all over her stomach without even fucking her, and that would be a shame.
I pull away from her. “Tongue and cock.”
Her eyes drop to my erection. “You want me to select what I want first?”
“No. I’m telling you the order in which I’ll make you come.”
“Sweet Jesus in heaven. I might not survive this night.”
I brush my cheek against hers. “But what a way to go.” I lift her up and drop her on the bed. “Now, lie down so I can make you see God.”
She obeys.
I drop to my knees. “Spread your legs open for me.”
I run a finger over her pussy.
She shivers.
I latch a finger into the side of her panties and tug them aside so the fabric isn’t in the way. “Such a pretty pussy.”
She squirms on the bed.
“Impatient, much?”
“Your tongue has magical powers.”
She’s no longer in character.
“Why would you say that?”
“I… I meant, with your dirty talk. Your filthy words made me so wet and horny.”
Good recovery.
“I’m sure your tongue will be just as magical down there. Along with that amazing nose.” She taps her nose and grins.
And there I go smiling again.
“Please, sir. Show me the magic.” She opens her legs wider.
I drop my head between her legs, hovering over her pussy, letting her feel my breath as I revel in her heady scent. When I get my fill, I move my mouth up along the inside of her thigh, my tongue tracing lazy figure eights against her supple skin, the movement slow, deliberate.
Her breath catches and she squirms a little.
I move my attention to her other thigh, repeating the same sensual caress with my tongue before blowing softly on her damp skin.
She gasps and her ass squirms again as she tugs at my hair.
I give in to her silent demand.
I splay her lips with my fingers and dive in, sliding my tongue through her wetness, skating it from her clit to her asshole.
She pants.
I do it again, and again, eliciting unintelligible murmurs from her.
I lick her like I’ve never tasted her sweet pussy before––like a man who’s gone without for too long.
I strum my tongue back and forth against her clit, and she moans for me—a beautiful drawn-out moan that’s the perfect moment to give her what she craves.
I slide my tongue down her slit and into her eager pussy, pressing my face into her hot flesh, swirling my tongue inside her as my nose hits the target and she cries out at the touch.
She cries out again when I ease two fingers into her ass, and then I fuck her.
I fuck her pussy with my hungry tongue while my nose nudges her clit with each voracious lick.
And I fuck her ass with two fingers that are being continually lubed from the juices dripping from her.
Her moans are coming shorter and she’s grinding against my face.
Grinding harder, faster. She’s close.
I ease off and pull my tongue free.
She’s panting, looking down at me with only my two fingers held deep in her ass.
“Oh… oh fuck… I … Don’t stop. Please…”
When I lean back in, she grabs my hair, way too tight, but the pain only makes me more determined. I lock my lips around her clit, and I suck, gently at first, while my fingers start working her ass again.
“Oh, God… Yes…”
Her words turn to shuddered gasps. My cue to suck harder. To fuck her asshole faster.
She’s moaning, squirming, humming like a drill, it’s time to take her over the edge.
A few flicks of the tongue, a swirl with my nose, and then I suck that clit hard.
Her whole body stiffens, then she’s shuddering, bucking.
When she cries out, I yank my fingers from her ass and let go of her clit.
Her pussy is a sight to behold, all puffy and dripping wet.
For several heartbeats, her heavy breathing reverberates around the room, the only sound other than the erratic beat of my own heart against my chest.
I don’t rush her.
I caress the inside of her thighs.
“God, your mouth.” Her fingers entwine in my hair. “Your tongue is my reward for not touching myself all week.”
All movement ceases.
I lick my lips before wiping her slickness off my chin and gaze up into her eyes.
Those beautiful green eyes rise to meet mine from between her legs. “Every time I thought of Sunday, I’d get so turned on, but in the same breath, confusion would wash over me.”
“Explain.”
“One minute everything was hot and heavy between us, and the next it felt like you had turned on a faucet over my head,” she says. “You were so distant. I figured maybe you had regrets…”
I run a hand over my face. “If it’s any consolation, I haven’t jerked off all week. My need for you was so bad, I wanted to come inside you or not at all.”
“I… I can’t believe you said that.”
I was so entangled in all sorts of conflicting feelings over her. It was a first for me.
“I can’t believe you want me that much,” she says.
“It’s because I want you that much, but I didn’t want to fuck it up.”
She reaches for my hair, tangling her fingers in it. “If anyone is likely to fuck anything up, it’s me. Not you.” A touch of sadness veils her eyes.
I place my hands over hers. “Why would you say that?”
She offers a small smile. “I’m talking nonsense. I’m still high from your masterful tongue.”
Like that time when we argued over A. Monte Cristo, I can’t shake the feeling she’s hiding something. As much as I want to delve further into this, if I don’t fuck her right now, I’m going to die.
“One down. One more to go.”
“Don’t I get a break?”
“You just did.” I stand, circle her waist with my hands, and flip her over.
She shrieks. “You’re so strong.”
“I want you on all fours.” I place her where I want her on the bed.
She wiggles her ass in response.
I shake my head.
I step away from the bed and to the armchair. I pick up my pants, find my wallet, pluck out a condom and return to stand behind her. I tear the packet with my teeth and shield my cock in one fluid motion.
I admire her ass jutting out in a position I’ve fantasized about too many times to count.
Fuck.
She looks over her shoulder and smiles like a woman who knows she’s about to get fucked ten ways to Sunday.
I climb onto the bed and run a languorous hand over the globes of her fine ass. With one hand, I align the head of my cock at her entrance. With the other, I fist her hair and pull her head back, forcing her eyes to meet mine.
I slide my tip inside her and let out a guttural grunt.
She gasps. “God, you're big.”
“Just breathe, princess,” I say through gritted teeth.
She nods.
I slide in a couple more inches.
Her breath hitches.
“Can I go all the way?”
“Yes… Please, fuck me, Beckham.”
With a grunt, I push in all the way.
She lets out a guttural sound that matches mine as her back arches and her fingers claw at the sheets.