Chapter 22 #2
“No, you’re still wearing shorts. I would have had you naked,” I replied, restraining from grinding against her, my cock pressed against my pants, desperate to drive inside her tight cunt again.
All in good fucking time.
Sofia’s grin widened as she rolled her shorts down her legs. I shifted, helping her to remove them. When she was naked, my breath caught.
She was nothing but sheer perfection.
And she was all fucking mine.
“Then what?” she whispered.
“Then I’d mark you,” I replied, lowering my mouth to the swell of her tits. She gasped when I sank my teeth into the tender flesh, sucking it between my lips and making blood rush to the surface of her porcelain skin. “I’d mark you so the whole goddamn world knew you belonged to me.”
I moved to her other tit, taking her nipple between my teeth and tugging the taut bud.
Her back arched off the bed as she moaned.
I moved my mouth an inch, freeing her nipple to bite into skin and sucking hard.
After several seconds, I released her flesh, admiring the second purple mark I’d left behind.
“What next?”
My lips curled into a devious smile as I lowered myself down her body, until I was inches away from her core. My eyes remained on hers, their sparkle finally returned. “First, I would have kissed you here until you were begging for my tongue.”
I peppered featherlight kisses against the inside of her thighs, and as I moved toward her center, her breath hitched. But I didn’t press my mouth to where she wanted me; instead, I leaned in as close as I could without touching her pussy and inhaled deeply.
Fucking hell. I was sure my cock was going to explode if I didn’t blow my load, and soon.
Preferably inside her. Teasing her, I brushed more light kisses over the soft flesh of her thighs, and her hips rolled.
Why the fuck I was teasing her, I didn’t know; all I was doing was tormenting myself from doing what I really wanted to do.
“Please, Miles,” Sofia whined, her hand coming to rest on my head, her fingers toying with strands of hair.
My gaze traveled up the length of her body, her blue eyes shining brighter than ever before. Wanting to hear her cries as she came, I swiped my tongue along the length of her slit, groaning in appreciation.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. There was no going back now. I was an instant addict to her taste.
“I’d do this several times,” I said, licking her from asshole to clit before taking the swollen bud between my teeth and tugging lightly.
“Ah!” she mewed, her fingers tightening in my hair.
“Then, I’d thrust a finger inside you, fucking you at the same time I lapped at your clit until you were grinding against my face.”
My eyes dropped to her entrance, her juices glistening under the dull light of the bunker, tempting me. I thrust two fingers inside her, her cunt clenching around the digits.
“Oh, god,” she moaned, her hips lifting.
Pulling my fingers free, I slapped her cunt, eliciting a wince from her. “Uh-uh. The only man’s name you get to whine is mine.”
I returned my mouth to her little bud and thrust my fingers inside her again. Her legs wrapped around my head, holding me in place with my face buried in her pussy.
“Oh. Fuck, yes,” she cried as both the pace of my fingers and my tongue increased.
My cock throbbing in the confines of my pants became too much. Pausing briefly, I sat up and pulled my shirt over my head before lowering the sweats I’d changed into after the shower.
Sofia’s head lifted from where she’d been writhing against the pillow, her eyes raking over my body and leaving a path of flames wherever her gaze touched. They settled on the metal bars through each of my nipples, and her tongue came out to swipe at her bottom lip.
“I wondered if you still had those,” she said, breathless.
“You like them?”
She nodded and unashamedly admitted, “The first time I saw them, I wanted to know what it would be like to have them in my mouth.”
Fucking Christ.
The reason I had them pierced in the first place was because nipple play turned me the fuck on. The thought of Sofia’s tongue flicking the bars was almost enough to make me shoot my release all over her lithe body.
By some miracle, I managed to hold on.
Lowering myself again, I met her eyes from where I lay between her spread legs. “I need you to come quickly, Jailbait. If I don’t bury myself in you soon, I’m going to disgrace myself and coat this bed with my come, and I’d much rather paint your cunt.”
I lashed my tongue against her clit at the same time as shoving my two fingers back inside her as she fell back against the pillow again. My hips pressed against the bed, my cock desperately seeking release, and it took all my goddamn concentration not to come before she did.
Fuck my life. I usually had far more control than this.
Her soaked pussy ground against my face as I roughly pumped my fingers in and out of her, and her desperate cries filled the bunker.
“Fuck, Miles!” she screamed as with another flick of my tongue, her climax claimed her, her hips lifting off the bed despite my firm hold on her.
Not wasting a drop of her release, I lapped at her sweetness until I couldn’t take it any longer.
She didn’t have time to recover from her orgasm before I plowed my throbbing cock into her tight heat, her entrance stretching to accommodate my size.
Sitting back on my hunches, I pulled her legs with me, propping her hips up with the support of my knees under her ass.
With an iron-clad grip on her hips to hold her still, I thrust hard, her tits jiggling. Fuck, they looked incredible with the two bite marks I’d left behind, and I made a mental note to make sure she always wore my mark.
As my balls tightened, Sofia’s eyes fluttered open, her blue orbs blazing with heat. Keeping her gaze trained on me as I fucked her, she brought a hand to her pussy and began rubbing her clit.
Her cunt clenching around me was my undoing, and as I exploded deep inside her, another orgasm crashed into her, and her entire body turned rigid. I hissed as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me, my hips jerking with every drop of my release.
Breathing hard, I collapsed on top of her, holding myself up with one hand to stop from crushing her, and my cock still buried in her. Through my post-orgasm haze, the image of Theo lingered in the deepest recesses of my mind, taunting me.
Instead of pulling out of Sofia and storming away like I did the first time I fucked her, I lowered my lips to hers and claimed her mouth.
Theo could haunt me. It didn’t matter, so long as she was mine.