Finale #2
Over the past month, I’ve had way too much fun feasting on my girl’s cunt and driving into her tight pussy to have pushed for this yet.
But I am getting the very distinct feeling I know exactly how this chapter ends, and every drop of blood in my body agrees and stampedes south, leaving me genuinely lightheaded.
My mouth falls open on a helpless moan and I grab her wrist—not to stop her, just to hold her there—because my brain is trying to process that I am somehow directing my own self-insert blowjob scene.
Except…
Holy shit. What if the chapter ends before she starts?
No. No. No.
“Lucy, I will genuinely combust if you stop. I don’t know what happens in this book, but please don’t fucking stop.”
Her brow rises. “No spoilers, Hatton. You’ll just have to see how it ends.”
“Fucking Christ,” I groan, then blow out a breath and truly focus. “Okay, okay, where was I, where was I—”
“She works my cock free, pushing the fabric down to bare me fully to her hungry gaze…” I lift my hips to help Lucy do exactly that.
Her Cheshire smile is going to drive me mad. I harden completely in her grip while she watches with those wide curious eyes, and her thumb drags over my sensitive head, teasing me, testing me, making my hips jerk up.
“Fuck. You trying to kill me, bunny?” I grind out.
There’s no heat in it. None at all. I’m completely at her mercy and we both know it.
“Keep reading,” she sings.
I curse and look back down.
“She wraps her hand around me. Curling around my shaft. Like she’s learning the weight of me—yeah, baby, just like that,” I manage, my voice already shot. “She strokes up, feeling every ridge, every vein, squeezing tight around the head—Christ, Lucy—”
“Keep reading,” she flicks a glare up at me through her lashes.
“Precum spills from my shaft, and she leans in to taste. Her breath hits me first, warm and hesitant and erupting goosebumps throughout my body. My own breaths come rapidly as she hovers, poised to take me in, and I’m losing my mind just waiting.
” She does exactly that, her mouth a half inch from me, breathing warm against the tip, and I nearly put the e-reader through the ceiling.
“Then she—she glides her tongue over my tip. Just once. Just a taste. An infuriating tease—”
Lucy’s tongue flicks out.
“Good. Good girl,” I rasp, barely recognizing my own voice. “That’s exactly—yeah, she totally does it that again… but slower this time.” I sink a hand into her hair and watch. “Lick a line up from the base to my tip. You feel the way I’m pulsing for you? Right under your tongue, Lucy—”
She stops. Glares. “You are not reading.”
I groan, then look at the page, frustration riding me almost as much as my need. The letters swim but I blink them back into place.
“She opens her mouth,” I read, my voice dropping low, all my annoyance forgotten now that she’s starting back at the tip. “And she takes just the head in. Sensation floods through me as her lips stretch around me, her tongue working underneath in soft, slick strokes, right before she sucks—Fuck.”
My head drops back against the wall and it takes every functioning brain cell I have left to even keep the e-reader in my hand.
“More,” I say, not sure if I’m reading or begging at this point.
“She takes more of me. Inch by fucking inch. Slow enough that I feel every—Jesus—every second of it. Her throat works around me, and she breathes through her nose as she takes me deeper, so fucking deep I can feel the back of her—” I break off on a groan as she swallows around me and my hand tightens in her hair. “That. Right there. Stay there.”
She swirls her tongue.
“Okay, you know what? Fuck it,” I growl, and the e-reader hits the mattress. “Fuck the goddamn book.”
Lucy pops off of me. “Hatton!”
But I slide both hands into her hair and she stills at the feral need I know is all over my face.
“You wanna know what happens next, baby?”
Her eyes are wide as she barely nods in my hands.
“Then open.” She opens and I lift my hips up slightly as I sink her mouth around my cock.
“That’s a good fucking girl. Now pay attention.
This is the part where you bob your head for me,” I tell her, watching her face.
“In slow, rhythmic pulls. Let me feel every drag of your pretty, cock-swollen lips on the way down. Flatten your tongue on the underside as you come back up, right along the vein—yeah, there—and then squeeze your fist at the base.” I nod as she wraps them around, but they don’t quite touch.
“Yes, baby. I want to see you squeeze so hard your fingers will actually touch. Then I want you to twist—”
Lucy moves, and my jaw clamps shut at the sensation. I have to talk her through it between clenched teeth.
“Atta girl. You’re doing so fucking good for me. Again. Don’t stop—fuck—again—”
Her mouth is slick and hot and merciless and she’s figured out the exact rhythm that makes my thighs shake, working me in long, slow pulls that drag every nerve ending to the surface.
I can feel the the wet heat of her all the way to my spine.
Her eyes close as she loses herself in pleasuring me, her hands twisting on every upstroke, and I am white-knuckling the sheets with one hand and her hair with the other just to have something to hold onto while she methodically dismantles me.
“Eyes,” I rasp, my voice barely there. “I said eyes on me. Keep them on me the whole goddamn time. Understand?”
Her hazel-blues find mine and hold, and whatever I was going to say next dissolves completely at the sight of her like that, her lips stretched around me, cheeks hollowed, and I nearly black out.
“Take me deeper,” I tell her, voice scraping the bottom of my register. “Come on, I know you can do it, baby, I know you fucking can. Breathe through your nose and take me all the way to the back of your throat.”
She does it, and I feel the tight squeeze as she deep-throats me. “Fuck, your throat works around my head and I—”
I stop. Breathing hard. “I can’t hold still anymore. My hips push up. Just once. Testing what you can take. I can’t help it, but fuck, look how pretty you take it.”
The groan that comes out of me is low and helpless and probably rattles this entire dock.
“I’m close,” I tell her, and my voice cracks down the middle. “I’m so goddamn close.”
She tries to get me as far back as she can, choking slightly, and I’m the motherfucker who likes the way it sounds.
So I press the back of her head lightly as I push up, forcing her just a little farther.
Her eyes water and she does not stop, just swallows around me and takes me deeper anyway, and the sound that tears out of my chest is barely human.
“Christ, Lucy.” My hips jerk up before I can stop them, pushing deeper, and I feel her throat constrict around my head. “That’s it. That’s exactly—stay there—just like that, baby, just—”
She hums.
The vibration travels up my entire length and my vision whites at the edges.
She pushes back against my hand to indicate she needs to come up to breathe, and I let her, stuffing my hands in my hair to keep myself from grabbing her and pulling her back down.
She drags her tongue up the underside on the way back up, watching my stomach cave in with grinning eyes until she comes up with a pop.
“Fuck, baby. Tell me you like this.”
“I love it, Hatton,” she whispers, her voice slightly hoarse.
“Thank Christ—” I moan as she wraps her fist around the base to stroke up once, twice, her thumb swiping over the head each time, gathering the slick precum and spit there, using it.
“I like to see you coming undone for me,” she murmurs. Then she sinks back down and envelops my cock.
“Fuck! Don’t stop. Please, don’t fucking stop.”
She speeds up—mouth working me in long, slick strokes, hand twisting at the base, her other palm pressed flat against my stomach feeling every muscle seize—and I look down to find her eyes locked on mine, wide and wicked and watching every single thing that crosses my face.
The pride in her expression nearly finishes me.
She’s figured out exactly what she’s doing to me and she is thriving on it.
“Yes, baby, good for you. Enjoy seeing me at your fucking mercy.”
She squeezes, her fingers touching around my shaft, and my control slips another inch.
Then another.
“Okay, wait, no. Stopstopstopstopstop. You have to stop or I’m going to come down your throat before I get inside you cunt, and I am not doing that to myself—fuuccck, Lucy.”
Her mouth comes back down, even faster this time, hand working in perfect time with her lips, throat opening for me on every deep stroke, eyes locked on my face, memorizing exactly how she’s bringing me to my ruin, and I am done.
“Come here.”
I haul her up by the arms and crush my mouth to hers.
The kiss is messy and deep and desperate—all tongue and teeth and gratitude and greed. I can taste myself on her lips, and something possessive and tender collides in my chest, making me groan.
My hands go everywhere, rough and greedy, sliding under the hem of her shirt—my shirt, her favorite one—and her skin is warm and soft under every inch I can reach. There is no patience left in me. Whatever I had, she spent it.
I roll her onto her back in one smooth movement and hover over her, sweatpants shoved low, my cock soaked with her spit and ready to sink inside her cunt, every nerve in my body wound tight and humming.
Her eyes are wide on mine, and her nails dig into my shoulders hard enough to mark.
The sight of her underneath me looking up like this—fuck, she chose me. She loves me.
“I’ll never get enough of you, Lucy. Never.”
She bites her wet lips. “Good.”
My hand slides to her hips, and I grip her thong and pull, tearing the fabric away with a sharp snap that punches the breath right out of her.
“Hatton!”
“What? I hate when you wear this shit around me. In fact. I think you should be naked from now on.”
She giggles, but it ends in a gasp as my knee nudges her thighs apart, claiming the space between her thighs.