Chapter 35 Greedy Girl
greedy girl
Lorien
Not halfway to the bedroom, he catches my wrist and spins me to face him. His face hovers over mine, his eyes trailing the curves of my face.
My whisper is small, but I can’t not say the words.
“You know I want you. You have to know. I need you to let me go. Because I can’t handle you rejecting me again.
I can feel you.” I drop my head toward his belt.
“I can feel you want me, but…” I throw my head up facing the ceiling, exposing my neck.
It’s literal and it’s figurative. I’m bare and he’s… silent.
I slip my wrist free of him and wander toward the bedroom, fighting the tears that want to fall and the magnetic pull of the man in the hall.
“You want me?” His quiet voice has me stopping in my tracks.
I spin to face him, confusion written all over me.
“Do you want a walk on the wild side, or do you want me?” He thumps his chest.
I rush him. “Who do you think I am, Liam Murphy? How dare you—”
I don’t get to finish my sentence. Or my thought.
“Fuck it,” he growls.
His hands hit my neck, cupping under my ears as he forces me backward. His mouth crashes down on mine as his lower half pins me to the wall.
I underestimated his size.
And his restraint.
His teeth clash with mine as his tongue forces its way into my mouth. His grunts are animalistic and raw.
I’m surrounded, overwhelmed, overcome with Liam. I’m putty in his hands. His tongue duels with mine, his hands roam, and I can’t stop the moan that rips from me when he presses his hot, hard cock against my belly.
“Can you feel me now, Wifey?”
I groan and nod as he pulls away just long enough to rip my jeans down my body. His hands slide over my hips, torturously so, to one foot, pulling the shoe off. It hits the wall somewhere with a thunk.
“Finally,” he says, maybe to himself as my jeans and panties bunch around one leg and my other is thrown over his shoulder. “I’ve wanted you since the day you moved in. Wanted to touch you. Wanted to taste you.” The words are barely out of his lips when his mouth hits my center.
I moan, fighting to stay upright when my body is awash with pleasure. He spears me with his tongue and hums.
“You taste better than I ever dreamed.”
He… He dreamed of this? But I can’t finish a thought because his fingers enter me and he sucks on my clit.
I scream and chant and spend every brain cell I have to stay upright as my mind blanks. I explode as wave after wave of bliss surges through me.
The clink of something hits my ears, and my shirt is ripped over my head.
“Are you on birth control?” He asks, the vibration of his voice rolling through me like a mini-orgasm.
“Yes,” I whisper, nodding, and he lifts me as if I weigh nothing.
Instinctively I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles. I shimmy and wriggle, trying to find his heat when my back hits the wall.
“Look at me, Lorien.”
My eyes fly to his just as he surges inside me. I’m so full. Something, not just him, hits a spot so deep inside, and just after my orgasm, it feels better, more. I mewl and drop my eyes closed.
“No,” he commands. “You watch me. You watch me fuck you. You watch me make your body sing. You watch me as I fill you so full you won’t ever forget it.”
I nod and fight to keep my eyes on him. My body is pliable and soft, taking and taking from him. I want so badly to just feel, but when my eyes drift closed, he withdraws and slams inside, jolting me back to face him.
“Do you feel me?”
Slam.
I nod.
“Do you feel how much I want you?”
Slam.
“Yes.”
“I wanted you the moment I saw you.”
Slam.
“Don’t ever forget it.”
His face drops to my breast, and he sucks through the lace before biting down. Hard.
“Get there, Lorien. Get there.” He slams into me, grinding down on my clit.
“I… I’m close I—”
“I’m going to fill this perfect pussy up with my cum. You hear me?”
No one has ever spoken to me like this. It’s naughty and raunchy, and it trips something in me.
He growls, pulls a hand from around me and licks his middle finger. What in the—?
On his next thrust, his finger enters me there, and he grinds down on that bundle of nerves between my legs.
I scream. The pulsing is softer and lazier this time, less brutal, but longer and smoother.
“Look. At. Me,” he growls.
I do. As much as I’m able, I do. He plants himself to the root, deep, deep inside me, grinds down, and comes. His face morphs straight into indulgence and pleasure as liquid heat hits the end of me.
His groan and mine melt together as he glides in and out of me, the sound of our connection echoing in the hall.
When he’s done, and every last drop of him has been spent, he slides to his knees, me still impaled on his cock.
His eyes are open as his lips seek mine. He doesn’t close them and I don’t either as we taste each other.
I can’t stop myself, I undulate a little on his softening cock.
His lips leave mine and trail down to my ear. “Oh, my greedy girl has a greedy pussy. I like that. Is round two in the hall or in your bed?”
I pull back to look at him. “You want round two?”
“I want round two thousand,” he says as if I’m dense. “But I need to eat you again. And I want to watch you on your knees for me. But first… first up is cowgirl. I want to watch you ride me. I want to watch that pretty pussy swallow my cock and see it disappear inside you.”
He hardens and heats inside me. “You can’t be ready again. Biologically speaking, it’s nearly impossible to—”
His laughter has my breasts bouncing, and his eyes drop to them in hunger. “Hop up, Wifey. I want you stripped and on the bed in two minutes or less.” He taps my butt. “Or I’m calling in my spanking for one of your broken rules.”
Liam
“You broke one too.” She pouts.
Fuck yeah, I did. And it was so, so worth it. “Then you can spank me.” I waggle my eyebrows.
She slices her eyes to slits and looks away.
Using a thumb, I turn her chin back to me. “No getting out of it now. You only got one flavor. There are plenty more, and then of course, there are the toppings, the sprinkles, the sauces.”
“I got two flavors,” she whispers.
“No, baby. Me eating you isn’t a flavor.
That’s merely the appetizer. A delicious appetizer that I want to sample again and again.
In fact, I plan to eat your pussy before you ride me.
But I need to lock up the house and “biologically speaking””—I say my air quotes rather than show them—“The two minutes won’t be bad for me. Or you.” I nip at her bottom lip.
She studies me for longer than I know what to do with.
“If you don’t want that, we can have vanilla on the hall floor. Or I can fold you over the arm of the sofa and slide into you from behind.”
She shivers and rolls on me again, her body wanting what her mouth won’t say. She lifts off, and I take a huge inhale, smelling us where we joined.
Her face flushes, and she quickly moves to cover herself.
I swat her hands away. From my knees between her legs, I say, “That pussy is mine, Wifey. I can lick it, tongue it, suck it, smell it, finger it, fuck it. Don’t you hide yourself from me.”
“Oh, crêpe.”
I hide my smile. “Two minutes. Naked in bed.”
“Maybe I want the spanking,” she says, looking over her shoulder as she sashays away.
Maybe she does know how to play the game after all.
Round two starts slower, but only because she’s tired after riding my face. And because I came so damn hard from going raw for the first time in my life inside her perfect pussy, I thought I might’ve died and been brought back from the dead.
When she slides down my body, trailing her lips over my nipples and the ridges of my abs, she spots my piercing. Her eyes go wide and her curious hands reach out to touch it. Those gentle fingers tease as her mind studies me like a science experiment, her head twisting this way and that.
“Does it hurt?”
“No.”
“Did it?”
“Like a bitch.”
“Then why?”
“Did it feel good?”
She looks up at me from between my legs. I could damn near blow my load at the visual.
She lifts her eyebrows, thinking. “It was so good, but it was all of it. I wasn’t really focused on one thing.”
“Hop on, baby. See what you think when you sink down.”
She scrunches her face. “I’ve never really done that.” She pauses. “I probably need to research it first.”
I reach for my cock, fisting it and pulling up to the head, watching it go purple and angry. “Here’s your research.”
It’s as if I’ve thrown down the gauntlet. She rolls her shoulders back, the way she does when she wants to challenge someone, leans forward, and tosses a leg over my waist.
Reaching back, she grabs my dick, rubbing her thumb over the slit and the barbell, humming to herself.
I’m never going to make it inside her at this rate.
When she slides down, I have the worst decision—do I watch her face as she feels every bit of me inside her or do I watch my dick disappear in the hot tight sheath of her body? I opt for her face.
As long as I live, the look of wonder and pleasure, of indulgence and bliss that forms on her features will be burned on my brain. Next time I’ll watch my cock. Next time I’ll watch myself recede into her body.
For now, her face tells me everything.
“Was it worth it?”
She presses her hands to my abs, eyes shut tight, sliding up and down me, and nods.
“Tell me.”
“It’s worth it,” she says on an upglide.
She says nothing but sinks with a moan, sitting up a little higher. Four more glides, and she’s leaning backward, arms pressed down on my thighs, undulating her hips as I’m buried deep inside her. Her head is tossed back. Her small tits with their dark, dusky nipples bounce with her ragged breaths.
When I lift my knees to support her back, she gasps.
“Wifey?”
Her eyes crack open, but she stops moving.
“Move, but tell me what you feel.”
Her eyes close again and she undulates as I thrust into her, finding a rhythm, knowing I’m hitting that spot deep inside her. She gasps with every hit of the end of her and tries to speak when I recede.
“So good.” Gasp.
“So deep.” Moan.
She sucks in a breath. “Too much.”
“No, baby, it’s not. Do you want too much?”
“No. Yes.” Her voice drops. “I want it all.”
I sit up, and she gasps. “Oh God.”
“Not yet. You can call me a god after I’ve wrecked you.” Splitting my legs, she falls back onto the bed, and I slide out, falling with her, before gliding in on my knees, missionary style. “Look at me.” When she does, I go on. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
“It’s already too much.” Her voice is quiet and strained, and she looks away. Her pussy clenches around me trying to find more, and I turn her face back to mine. “But I want more. I want to be wrecked.”
“Greedy girl.” I grin, and her eyes blow wider than I’ve ever seen.
I lift her leg on my right side and toss it over my left shoulder and place the one on my left on the other side. My neck is between her ankles as I lift on my knees. Driving down into her, she screams and quickly follows with “Oh God, the neighbors,” slapping her hand over her mouth.
“Let them know what they’re missing.” I thrust and thrust and thrust, and I watch her take and take and take. She tenses, so I find her clit and pinch just as I bottom out inside her, feeling her squeeze me tighter than a vise.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I say as she opens her mouth in a silent scream, pulsing around me, milking me.
No.
Ruining me.