22. Evren
Evren
I slam my lips to Nina’s in a declaration, an imprint, a silent signature that marks the real beginning of an “us”—irrevocable, undeniable, ours.
The day without her was filled with silence, monotony, and loneliness. I missed her presence, her wit, her sharp laugh. I missed everything about her, and I don’t want to be without her again.
I pull back. “We still have a lot to discuss.”
She leans her forehead against mine. “I know.”
“I need to tell you about Mick’s demands, and?—”
“Shut up and kiss me.” She straddles me and locks her gaze on mine, as if daring me to stop overthinking it all and just do it.
Every muscle in my body tightens as I close the space between us, my hand lifting to cradle her face.
My lips crash against hers, hard, demanding, like I’ve been starving for this—starving for her.
She gasps, her mouth opening, and I take the invitation, deepening the kiss until I’m drowning in the taste of her.
She presses into me, her hands sliding up to clutch at my shirt, pulling me closer, like she needs me just as much as I need her.
I angle my head, changing the pace, and everything shifts. The hunger morphs into a desperate need that burns between us, wild and unruly.
Nina undoes each of my shirt buttons and pushes it off me. She runs her hands over my chest, and has anything ever felt so good? I snake my hands under her sleep shirt and grab her ass.
I stand with her in my arms, her legs going around my waist. I carry her up the stairs, only stopping when we reach her bedroom.
“We didn’t have to move from the kitchen,” she says.
“We did. I need to worship every inch of you.” The second I set her down on the bed, she removes her shirt, leaving her in nothing but a pair of panties. I stare at her heavy breasts, her puffy and pink nipples, in awe.
“Your body is so fucking perfect,” I say, quickly removing the rest of my clothes. Crawling on the bed, I only stop when I’m at her hips. I grab the edge of her panties and rip them off her, exposing her perfect pussy.
“I’ve missed the taste of you,” I say, licking her slit. “Did you miss me?”
“You know I did.” She pulls on my shoulders, and I crawl up her body until I’m hovering above her, curious about what she wants.
She hooks a leg around my waist and does a self-defense move that reverses our positions, placing me on my back and her above me.
She laughs at the shocked expression on my face and says, “But first, I need to taste you .”
I lean onto my elbows, refusing to miss a single moment, as Nina licks my dick like it’s her favorite flavor in the world. She flicks her tongue over my head and licks my length before dribbling spit all over my dick.
“Look at you,” I say, “taking such good care of me.”
She flashes me a smile before taking me fully into her mouth.
“I wish you could see how your lips strain around my cock.” That sexy-as-fuck sight causes my hips to surge forward.
She hums and stares at me, as if eager to hear more.
“How you touch my balls? It’s perfect,” I say. “Are you going to be my good little cum slut and swallow when I come?”
She nods vigorously, and the fact that she’s so into it, that she’s genuinely enjoying herself and what I say, is the biggest fucking turn-on.
She places my hand on her head, and when she reaches her max, she gives me a look that’s a dare. Somehow, I instantly understand and push her head down just a little more. She gags and then begs me with her eyes to do it again. So, I do just that. Again and again.
“I can’t control myself when you suck my cock,” I say. “I’m going to come soon if you keep that up.” She moans and the vibrations send me right to the edge. “Is that what you want?” I ask. “For me to come in this perfect mouth of yours?”
She nods her head, moaning again.
“I’m close,” I say. “Your mouth is too fucking perfect to last.” I should be embarrassed that I can’t last more than a few minutes right now, but how can I be when it’s with her?
My need for her is too strong, and at my age, I have nothing to prove.
I’m confident with my ability to please a woman and I can’t help that she unravels me.
That I’ve been dreaming about her sucking me off for months.
It’s agonizing, it’s electrifying. She sucks me harder, and I can’t hold back anymore.
Electricity zaps through my body and I shoot my load down her throat.
Her pleasure-soaked gaze finds mine as she swallows every last drop.
“It feels so fucking good,” I say, stroking the side of her face, “when you swallow my cum.”
“You better call me your cum slut again,” she says, climbing up my body. “But this time when you come inside my pussy.”
I grip her hips and guide her over me, grinding her pussy all over my dick until I’m hard once again.
I thread my fingers into her hair and tilt her head to claim her completely.
I kiss her slowly, savoring every second, every soft sound she makes, like I’m imprinting the feel of her on my soul.
Her body melts into mine like she belongs there. And God, she does.
“Tell me,” I say, “how much you need me inside you.”
“So much,” she breathes. “So fucking much. ”
I flip us so she’s on her back and I’m hovering above her. I rub my dick over her slit before surging forward and seating myself in one thrust.
We both groan in unison.
“Holy shit,” she whispers. “You’re so fucking big.”
“And you feel like heaven.”
I slowly, torturously, drive into her, needing to savor every second that I’m inside her.
Needing to draw out our pleasure as much as possible so that she’ll never forget how good we are together.
I suck her neck, her breasts, anywhere I can get my mouth on, as I begin to work over her body, learning about what she likes, what makes her moan or her pussy clench in need.
It’s an exploration, an introduction between our bodies.
And by the time she’s writhing in pleasure on the bed, I’m ready to convert to any religion that worships her.
“I’m close,” she says, moaning.
“Me, too.” I pick up the pace, needing to come more than I’ve ever needed to in my life. But I refuse to do so until she does first. “That’s it, let yourself let go. You deserve this orgasm after your perfect pussy worked so hard for me. Be my good little cum slut and give me what I want.”
Her pupils dilate and her body arches off the bed as she pulses around my dick. Electricity builds at the base of my spine once again before I follow her into ecstasy. I come so hard, it’s borderline painful. My whole body trembles as I come back down to earth and I collapse onto the bed .
Nina wraps herself around me, laying her head on my arm.
“Holy shit,” she says. “I think you’ve ruined me.”
“Good, because I know you’ve already ruined me.”
I lazily trail my fingers up and down her side as we both cuddle in silence. But the longer the silence lasts, the more my brain starts to think, to come back online after that amazing orgasm.
“Can I tell you about the meeting?” I ask. “You deserve to know what happened.”
“Does your brain ever just turn off?”
“Rarely, but this is important.”
“Ugh, fine. Let’s ruin us basking in the afterglow and talk about my deadbeat father.”
“Well,” I say slowly, “when you put it like that…”
“I’m kidding. What happened?”
“Well, Ben is a fan of yours and was impressed. But Mick… He recognized you and he’s not willing to make the deal without your Stella-and-Sentinels jacket being included. He wants to add Glam Pop to the jacket and make it a special item to announce the sponsorship.”
“Wait.” She lifts onto her elbow to see my face. “When you say he recognized me… Do you mean as a designer or a daughter?”
“My guess? As his daughter. What he’s requesting is ridiculous, and unfounded. But he’s adamant.”
“Ugh, why is this jacket still coming back to bite me in the ass? Everyone wants their fucking hands on it.”
“Who else wants it?” I ask .
“Oh…no one.”
“Nina…”
“My mom,” she says with a sigh. “She’s been hounding me about it for months. I’ve been able to hold her off until now, but she’s not going to give up.”
“And now your dad wants the jacket, too.”
“They’re more alike than they know.”
“Is your mom causing you problems?” I ask.
“No, it’s fine. She’s harmless.” Nina’s tone is all off while she says it, and I don’t understand why she’s lying about this to me. “But basically Mick wants a hand in the pot?”
“It appears that way, but I don’t want to work with Glam Pop if that’s how he does business and if Ben is unwilling to stand up to his father.”
“But you don’t have any other options, right?” she asks. I shake my head. “Then you have to try to keep the deal alive,” she says. “This team means everything to you, and I’m not going to have Mick jeopardize it. You’re already working yourself ragged over this.”
“But there has to be another way. You don’t deserve for Mick to use you like this.”
She gives me a soft smile. “But I won’t let him take away your sponsorship. What if I make a jacket exactly like the one I made but replace Stella with something from Glam Pop?”
“But he wants to keep Stella on the jacket.”
“So?” she asks. “Tell them I’ll make them a better jacket and we can always ask Stella if she’d be willing to wear it to one of the games.”
“Hmm. That might work as a good compromise.” And it’ll give me something to use as leverage in negotiations.
“Work your magic and get him to accept, and then we can all move on from this.”
“Speaking of magic… Are you ready for round two?”