Chapter 4
CHAPTER
FOUR
MIRABETH
Caught between fight or flight, I involuntarily go with a third option: freeze. “Why?” I ask, unable to make my body cooperate enough to flee to the bathroom, my heart hammering at the intensity of Conrad’s voice.
“If you move, I’ll be on you so fast it’ll make your head spin.” He groans, and my body lists to the side as he shifts closer to me on the bed. “And mine.”
By a fraction, I twist my head, my breath stuttering to see Conrad sitting on his knees, his hands fisted at his sides. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” he says, eyes locked somewhere on my backside in the teal light. “Yet.”
Oh god, that sounded ominous. And that’s what breaks my frozen spell, kicking me into flight mode. I try to lunge forward off the bed.
“I said, don’t move!” Suddenly, his breath is hot on my neck, his knees caging me in. His presence as he hovers above me pins me down as much as his big hand does when he presses firmly on my lower back. “Why can’t you just be a good girl and do what I say? Why is it always a fight with you?”
Flight finally gives way to the fight option, but to my horror, it’s only through my words, not my actions. “Because I don’t know you! And I’m a grown woman. I don’t have to listen to what you say!”
“You’re gonna know me soon enough.” Keeping his hand in place, he takes a drawn-out, deep breath, his chest rumbling like an animal.
He skims his nose down my spine, mumbling something I can’t quite make out, moving lower and lower until, like a freak, he nuzzles his nose against my panties.
“These fucking boy shorts,” he says. “I knew I should have picked something else for you to wear, but I thought they’d be hidden beneath your pajamas so I wouldn’t have to see them.
” His breath fans lower across the backs of my upper thighs.
“Just knowing you were wearing them was supposed to be enough for me.”
“Enough…” I pant as he drags his nose up and down between my asscheeks. “Enough for what?” I ask with the immediate urge to squeeze my thighs together against the ticklish sensation of his surprisingly soft beard rasping along my bare skin.
He shakes his head back and forth and doesn’t answer.
Still hanging off the bed, one hand braced on the carpet, blood rushes to my head, making it pound and swim. “I’m going to pass out if you don’t let me get up.”
Conrad grips my hips, and he yanks me backward, my T-shirt unintentionally wrenched upward.
“Fuck me, princess.” Pushing his knees between my legs to kneel, he squeezes my hips and lifts them slightly off the bed as something wholly different from his nose rubs along my backside.
“I told myself I’d keep my dick to myself. ”
“Good! Keep doing that,” I squeal, balling the comforter in my hands, even as my body responds against my will, a pulsing, warm sensation gathering in my lower belly as he grinds harder.
“Yeah?” he asks with surprise, pushing me forward and yanking my ass back against his lap as if we’re having sex. “You like that?”
Huh? “I meant keep telling yourself you’ll keep your dick in your pants…not…not keep…humping me!”
“Fine.” His hands disappear as he shuffles backward so I’m no longer pinned.
I breathe a sigh of relief that it’s over.
I shouldn’t have.
Because Conrad suddenly yanks my panties down my thighs.
Before my mind can process what’s happening, he circles an arm around my waist and shoves two pillows beneath my hips so I’m head down and ass up.
Then his tongue is there, buried between my legs from behind, with my panties no longer in the way.
“Conrad! You can’t—”
He grips the backs of my thighs, breathing hard against my center after licking me like I’m his favorite dessert.
“You taste so good, princess, and it’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman.
I’m fucking starved. Be a good girl and let me worship your pussy until you cum. I’ll leave you alone after that.”
Oh, well in that case…“No!” I say, even as I rock backward into his face like a wanton creature. It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched by a man, too, let alone by one as sexy as Conrad.
His tongue plunges inside me when I rock backward a second time, his fingers digging deliciously into my flesh. “That’s it, princess. Fuck my tongue.”
I moan, rocking back harder. “We can’t…can’t be doing this.” As embarrassing as it is knowing that my asscheeks are clapping against his face, I can’t stop. “We just met!” And also, he’s a huge dick. A hot one, though, who knows how to use his tongue just right, so there’s that.
“Doesn’t matter.” He digs his fingers deeper into my thighs, pulling them apart enough that he can slip a hand between them and find my clit. “We’re married.”
I kinda forgot that part.
“That doesn’t mean—”
“Yes, it does,” he says, half moaning as he laps at me. “Now be a good girl and shut up so I can concentrate on making you cum all over my tongue.”
Oh, I do. I don’t think I could form another word of protest as Conrad concentrates on massaging my clit with his fingertips while curling his tongue inside me. He makes the sexiest moans of pleasure as if it was his dick plunging into me.
I gasp, and my toes curl as I almost tear my comforter to pieces when a tidal wave of heat flows through my body, my eyes rolling back in my head, my hips jerking up.
As soon as I slump, my body going lax, my head hazy with the afterglow of my climax, Conrad climbs up my body.
“You said you’d leave me alone,” I say hoarsely.
“I will, I will,” he says. “I promise. I just—fuck, you have no idea how badly I need you, princess.” He senses it when I tense, and there’s a wildly desperate edge to his voice when he begs, “Just a little bit. I won’t fuck you. I just need to cum, ok?”
I ask hesitantly, “How much is ‘a little’?”
Conrad drops his forehead onto my right shoulder as the fabric of his borrowed pajamas roughens my skin with each short thrust as he dry humps me. He groans deeply, the vibration traveling through my body, stirring more of my desire. “Just the tip.”
“What does that mean?” I know exactly what it means, but it’s so hot that I want to hear him say it.
He kisses my shoulder, and I wish my T-shirt weren’t in the way so I could feel his beard brushing across my back as it did my thighs.
“Just the tip, princess. Enough to feel how hot and wet you are, but I won’t go any deeper.”
I consider it. I crave sex and connection as much as the next person, and I’ve been stuck in a self-imposed dry spell long enough to have me throwing caution to the wind. Nervously, I say, “I don’t have any condoms.”
His shivers atop me, voice raspy. “I’ll pull out and cum on your back.”
“Is that safe? I won’t…won’t get pregnant?”
“Mmhmm,” he quickly agrees, the liar. He’s practically panting, perhaps sensing how close I am to giving in.
He doesn’t have to wait any longer, because I’m too far gone to care, too needy for a second orgasm. We aren’t a love match, but I can live with a lust match until we go our separate ways. “Ok,” I whisper. “If you’re sure.”
“Fuck, yes, princess. Thank you. Thank you!” He hurries to push down the pajamas that I’m sure were painfully tight against his erect cock, and we both gasp when he positions his thick crown at my entrance. “This won’t take long,” he warns in his deep, rumbly voice.
What is it about me having to learn my lessons the hard way? Because I immediately regret my decision when ‘just the tip’ splits me wide open, my pussy stretched to the limits around his girth. I should have at least taken a peek at his cock before agreeing to allow him to get anywhere near me.
“I know, I know. It’s big,” he says apologetically. “I’ll stop and wait until you’re ready.” He tugs my hair tie out, my long hair falling around my face until he combs it back with his fingertips in an effort to soothe me. “Take a deep breath.”
I do as he says, trying to breathe through the pain.
“Good girl,” he croons, bossy but attentive. “Again.”
In and out, I breathe in time with his direction until my muscles uncoil and my pussy relaxes. “I didn’t know you’d be so big.”
“You’ll learn to love it, princess, if you ever let me back in after this,” he says, turning my face up so he can kiss my temple tenderly, his voice lifted at the end like a question.
“Just the tip,” I remind him when he pulls out and pushes in a tiny bit deeper.
He hums his agreement, but after a few more shallow thrusts, his next is harder, splitting me deeper.
“Conrad?” I pant through the intrusion as I wiggle my hips with as much as my pussy aches. “Just the tip.”
“Yeah,” he says, his breath heavy on my brow as he drops his chest on my back. “I know.” But then he does it again.
“Conrad,” I say more firmly.
“It is just the tip.”
My lungs seize. “You’re lying.”
“I wish I were,” he says. “But, fuck, you’re taking it so well.” He holds my waist, blowing out a long breath when my pussy starts making a wet, sucking noise every time he pulls back. “Listen to that.” He groans, moving a little faster. “You’re so wet for me, you can take a little more.”
There’s no way his cock head is that big and long. No way. But if it is, then that means the rest of his cock is a monster, and I shake my head. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” He kisses my cheek and thrusts harder, stuffing another inch inside me, making me suck in a pained yelp. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I’ll…I’ll stop,” he says, holding himself rigid above me, caressing my side lovingly.
And, dammit, I don’t want him to. “No, you can…keep going,” I say nervously, my tongue thick in my mouth. “But only a little. Don’t hurt me.”
Conrad peppers kisses all over my face in thanks. “I won’t ever hurt you,” he promises but then adds more power to his thrusts, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been before, and a tear falls from the corner of my eye.
“Oh, princess, no,” he says when I sniffle, and he pauses. “I’m only halfway in. Is that too much?”
I nod, sniffling again.
“I’ll…I’ll stop,” he says, bereft. “I will.”
“Don’t,” I whisper when his big body shakes, taking every drop of his willpower to withdraw until just his cock head remains in me.
“Really?” When I nod, he makes another promise. “I’ll go slow and make it feel so good, you’ll beg me to go deeper.”
I certainly hope so.
Conrad delivers when he lifts off my back, shoves another pillow beneath my hips so I’m bent at a better angle, and he snakes a hand under me to play with my clit.
“Oh yeah, there you go,” he says, moaning loudly.
“I can feel you opening up for me while I play with your sweet pussy. Such a good girl for me.”
“I am?” I mumble, letting go of all my tension, strangely trusting a criminal to deliver on his promises. I’m lightheaded again, but I don’t care, not when he’s making my body sing, driving me closer to a second orgasm.
Conrad drops back down over me, and I once again wish I weren’t wearing a shirt so I could feel his hot skin against mine.
His voice is rough in my ear when he says, “Yes, you are. My good little princess.” His next thrust punctuates his words when he says, “The only one who’s ever taken me this deep, like your pussy was made for me. ”
“Conrad!” I moan when his pelvis finally meets my ass, his cock buried fully within me. My toes curl once more as I cry out with the second wave of heat, forced over the edge of bliss with his fingers rubbing fast over my clit.
“I have to pull out,” he shouts in a strangled voice when my pussy pulses around him.
“I have to…oh fuck. You’re going to make me cum.
Have to…” He switches between grinding his teeth together and moaning as he fucks me faster, prolonging my pleasure.
“One more,” he says with another thrust. “Maybe…maybe two.” He gives me two more quick thrusts, shifting me forward on the mattress while I limply take it.
“Now. I’m going to pull out…now,” he says, as if he’s giving himself a little pep-talk, though he doesn’t follow through and continues thrusting while I slowly start to go under, my head pounding as hard as he is into me. “Shit, I’m cumming!”
He finally wrenches his cock out of me with a rumbling groan from deep in his chest, as if he’s in unbearable pain, and his hot cum paints my lower back and ass in spurts. His heat is the last thing I’m aware of before I become so dizzy that the teal-tinted world goes black.