Chapter 41 #2
A look of pure mischief crosses his face, as he traces my jaw and chin with his cock before tapping on my chin.
“Knocking, baby, and letting you know I’m coming home where I belong.
” God, he’s so goofy. My tongue peeks out and licks at his girthy shaft, tracing his protruding vein, and I feel him tremble against the side of the bed.
Not so tough now, huh, big man? His musky, manly scent invades my senses, something primal, spicy, clean, and wholly him.
He uses the tip of his cock to trace my lips, coating them in his precum like some salty lip gloss.
"Open for me, baby," he groans, and the sound has me tightening my legs with the mini aftershocks still wracking my core. His other hand darts out and slaps one breast, and then the other, before he rubs to soothe the sting, and my nipples stand erect against the soft cotton shirt I’m wearing.
I open my lips wide and pull out my tongue, as he places his stiff cock inside my mouth, the purple, engorged head pressed against the back of my throat.
"Lavender, baby, remember that you're my girl and I respect you, 'cause I'm about to fuck your face like I don't." It's the only warning I get, as he thrusts hard and fast down my throat, forcing me to gag and choke, as all the air is immediately cut off.
His hand wraps around my neck, massaging the bulge his cock is making, as he moans deeply, and begins a punishing rhythm in my mouth.
I can't take all of him, despite wanting to, because he's too large and thick.
Tears and saliva drop from the corner of my lips and eyes, sliding toward my hairline.
One of Sim's large hands slips underneath my sleep shirt, fondling my breasts and tweaking a hardened nipple, until I scream against his shaft.
I can feel my slickness sliding down my crack, as my body once again craves being touched and filled.
One of my hands reaches back and grabs onto his muscled asscheek, digging my fingernails into his flesh, and causing him to falter in his next thrust, while the other slides down the front of my body until I reach my core, and I slip two fingers inside of myself.
"That's it, baby, let me watch you make yourself cum while I fuck your pretty throat.
You're taking me so well, Lavender, you have the best fucking mouth. You're such a good girl for me."
Whatever restraint Sim was holding onto breaks the moment I slip my drenched fingers from inside of my cunt, and bring them to his lips to suck.
He cleans them off with his tongue like a cat licking cream, and that makes me moan against his cock firmly lodged in my throat.
"Baby, I'm so close, put those fingers back inside of yourself and cum with me.
Fuck I need to watch you explode while I'm deep in your throat. "
I don't hesitate to grant his request, this time slipping three digits inside of myself, stretching and thrusting, as my thumb plays with my throbbing, needy clit.
Sim's thrusts become erratic, his pace faltering as he nears his own release.
"Baby, now! Cum for me, Lavender!" He growls as his fingers tighten around my neck, and he thrusts deep into my throat, filling it with spurts of his thick cum.
My body explodes, my core tightening hard on my digits as I cum, and scream against his hard length.
I choke on his thick seed, spurts of it escaping the corners of my mouth, as I desperately attempt to swallow as much as I can with no air.
His fingers leave my neck, and he slowly pulls out of my mouth, and uses his thumb to push the escaping semen back in.
"That's it, be a good girl and swallow every drop for me, Olly. "
I'm taking huge gasps of much-needed air as a loud banging shatters the lustful bubble we're in, startling me.
"Get the fuck up, slut. My dad wants to speak to you before we go to school.
That's if your nasty cunt can even walk, with the way you spread those legs for just any trash off the street.
" Cross's angry voice greets us from the connecting bathroom door, and I have to skitter up from the mattress and grab hold of Sim, to prevent him from rushing to give Cross exactly what he wants: a reaction, and a fight.
"Don't. It's what he wants, so don't give in to him. Let him say whatever he desires, Sim. One thing is for sure, baby, he wants this pussy, and right now it's yours," I yell loud enough that I hope Cross hears me. Take that, motherfucker.
"I won't have him talking about you like that, Olly. I'll tear his fucking throat out, I don't give a shit who he thinks he is, or who his daddy is," Sim growls, and it's sexy as fuck watching him lose it with the need to protect my honor.
"It doesn't matter. He and they don't matter, Sim.
Don't let them get under your skin. They're just entitled rich boys playing at being gangsters.
I'm not afraid of them." I drag myself into a sitting position against the wooden headboard, pushing all of my long, matted hair away from my face, and grimacing when I realize I'm going to have to take another shower.
I've definitely got cum in my purple tresses.
"Lavender, you should worry, they're not playing at being gangsters, they are, and that worries me 'cause they could hurt you."
They need to get in line for that, and I'm not going to be unprepared going forward. They want to play games and start a war, I'm prepared to give it to them.