Chapter 40 #2
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.” I lower 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 and deliberate.
Her breath catches and she squirms on the bed.
I move my attention to her other thigh, repeating the same sensual caress with my tongue before blowing 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 lets out a beautiful drawn-out moan.
I slide my tongue down her slit and into her eager pussy, pressing my face into her hot flesh, swirling my tongue inside her, and she cries out at the touch.
I fuck her pussy with my hungry tongue while my nose nudges her clit with each voracious lick.
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 glances down at me. “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.
“Oh, God… Yes…” Her words turn to shuddered gasps.
My cue to suck harder.
She moans, whimpers, and hums.
Time to take her over the edge.
A few flicks of the tongue and then I suck her clit hard.
Her whole body stiffens, then she’s shuddering, bucking.
She cries out, and I 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 peeks 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,” I say through gritted teeth.
She nods.
I slide in a couple more inches.
Her breath hitches.
“Can I go all the way?”
“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.
This woman’s pussy is better than I imagined.
I part my legs, grip her hips with both hands, and fuck her slowly, reveling in her warmth.
“God that’s so good,” she says.
And it’s only going to get better.
Tightening my grip on her, I put a palm on the mattress, and I pick up my pace.
I thrust into her hard, relishing in the sweet sounds of surrender escaping from her lips.
She shifts, and drops her head, her blonde hair falling forward, clearing a path so I can admire the skin of her smooth back.
I pull out, rubbing my sheathed tip through her lips and over her clit.
“So fucking slippery. You’re ready and willing.”
She moans. “I am. Don’t make me wait.” She wiggles her ass.
“Until you learn how to ask like a good girl, you’re not going to get what you want.”
“Please. I need to feel your big cock inside me again.”
I caress her ass. “Good girl. Now, hold on for the ride.”
I rub the engorged head back and forth between her pussy lips.
She moans.
I grunt before sliding balls deep into her.
It’s so tight, she gasps and jerks her head back, sending a cascade of hair flying in the air.
I ease back slowly, loving her long moan. Loving how she’s strangling my cock.
“Yes…” she says.
I give a couple fast nudges.
“Yes, yes…”
I pick up the pace.
“Oh, God, yes…”
I growl. “I need to fuck this pretty little pussy harder.”
“Harder. Please, harder,” she says on a shaky breath.
I show her no mercy.
I deliver each punishing thrust with relentless force, and she takes it.
She groans.
The more I fuck her, the more she’s dripping for me.
The faster I fuck her, the more she cries out.
Damn.
“I’m addicted to your desperate cries and the lewd noises your pussy makes while it swallows my cock.”
She switches things up on me and rotates her hips in a circular motion.
The move catches me by surprise, and that unleashes something feral in me.
Her hips gyrate in a dizzying rhythm, which only accelerates my pace.
This woman’s pussy is going to be the end of me.
I take pleasure in reddening her ass.
“More.” She pants. “Give me more.”
Fuck, yeah.
Everything intensifies––her hip movements, my thrusts, our grunts, the smacking of skin against skin.
The wet sounds of her pussy are driving me out of my goddamn mind.
“I love your fucking greedy pussy,” I say. “Told you I’d make an addict out of you. No other man will ever be able to satisfy you like I do.”
“No, never.” Her voice is breathy. “I feel so, so full with you.”
Her response elicits all sorts of foreign sensations in me. I shouldn’t feel the need to bang on my chest like a fucking silverback gorilla.
I pound in and out of her.
She stops rotating her hips, clenches around my cock, and her juices run down my balls and my legs.
Fuck.
“It’s never been this good with another man,” she says. “I fucking love your cock.”
Confusion clouds my head.
This primal sense of pride at her words is something I’ve never experienced before.
I push the thought away and fuck her without restraint, ravishing her pussy with every thrust.
She clenches around me in staccato pulses.
I choke on a breath right before a string of gibberish flies out of my mouth.
My orgasm is looming.
I lean over her so my chest touches her back. “There isn’t much left to me, but you need to come first.” My fingers find her clit. “Is my dirty little slut going to come gushing all over my cock?”
“Yes.”
“Now, ask permission to come.”
I resume fucking into her.
“Please, let—” Her body convulses. “I need to—” She clamps hard around my cock, clenching and releasing.
I can’t think straight anymore.
“Oh, God, Beckham. Harder, please…”
The heat from this woman’s pussy is incredible. I grip her by the hips and give her what she craves.
Hard and fast, punishing slams, until she’s shrieking my name over and over and her juices are squirting around my cock.
She falls forward, shaking, panting.
I don’t give her time to come down from her high.
I grab her by the waist, drag her off the bed, and push her down by the shoulders until she’s kneeling on the carpet in front of me.
“Open wide.”
I don’t have to ask twice.
With her head tilted back and her mouth opened, waiting for me to fill it with my cum, she’s fucking perfect.
I rip off the condom, grip my cock with one hand and grab the back of her head with the other, fisting her hair between my fingers and giving it a good tug.
I close my eyes for a beat as I shove my cock inside her mouth with force.
She gags and places her hands on my legs to pull away, but I won’t allow it.
I hold her there as I fuck her mouth, gazing down at her. My size stretches her mouth open, and if it isn’t the most beautiful sight.
She gags again, tears running down her cheeks.
I tilt my hips back to give her a respite, but she clasps my ass with both hands, halting my movement.
I arch a brow, and she smiles around my cock.
“Good girl.”
Her eyelids drift shut.
I tap her cheek. “Eyes on me.”
She obeys.
She stares up at me with adoration, and I lose myself in her translucent green eyes as she does her best to suck me.
“Harder,” I say, and when she sucks the life out of my straining cock, I can’t hold back any longer. With a firm grip on her hair, all it takes is three more thrusts and my balls tighten, sending my release spurting down her throat.
Fuck.
Harley’s moans are as intoxicating as their vibration around my cock.
“That’s it, swallow every drop like a good girl.”
She doesn’t falter, doesn’t blink, just stares up at me as my cock pulses, unloading down her throat.
I heave ragged breaths as I take a step back, pulling my cock out of her mouth. I lift her in my arms and crash her lips with mine, tasting my cum on her tongue.
We fall back onto the bed.
She snuggles against me, caressing my cock. “You came hard.”
My pulse is still flying from the adrenaline coursing through my body. “It’s been a while. And I wanted you so damn much.”
She hums. “Same.”
“You’re the first woman I’ve ever done any role playing with. It’s not something I ever considered before. I gotta say, it’s sexy as fuck.”
She lifts her head, her eyes huge. “So, you’re willing to do it again?”
I brush a strand of damp hair off her face. “With you, yeah.”
She drops her head against my sweaty chest. “You’re a keeper as a fake boyfriend.”
I frown, my good mood souring.
Something tugs at my chest.
There’s nothing fake about what just happened between us.