Chapter 30 #2
He groans, keeping his mouth sealed to me as he reaches down to pump his cock twice, precum threading between him and the floor.
“That night on the balcony,” I whisper, keeping my voice low.
“I wanted you to lift up my dress and eat me out,” I admit, describing the act in ways I never have, but I feel sexy saying those things when it comes to Ford.
His groan in response is the feedback I need.
He keeps his mouth tight against my cunt, kissing it once, but not licking.
Just warming. “But I also wanted you to lift this dress, press me against the wall and fuck me from behind.”
His groan vibrates through me, and I stroke my fingers over his head, and take another few photos. “Maybe we could make that happen, now.”
He rears his head and I can’t help but giggle.
On his feet, Ford takes the camera from me and sets it on the bed, helping me climb onto the mattress.
Positioned on all fours, he slowly teases up my dress, exposing my ass and pussy.
He grinds his cock into me from behind, teasing, dragging his head through my folds, driving me wild.
“Ford, please,” I moan, a mess from the way he’s dragging this all out. I had a hand in it too, don’t get me wrong but enough is enough. “Fuck me. Please, Mr. Mercer.”
His hand comes down across my ass and I yelp at the delightful sting that radiates through my hips. “Please,” I beg.
“Okay, baby, I’ve got you,” he rasps, then he takes a photo.
My stomach knots. The usual thoughts briefly run through my mind.
Is this a good angle? How much is showing?
Can I see it? But before I can ask any of those things aloud, Ford thrusts into me, all of him in a singular stroke.
I gasp. I choke. I cough and claw at the mattress as I adjust the intrusion, the burn of fullness, the sting of having the man I love buried raw, buried deep.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, his voice thin, frayed, like he’s already on edge. “This is my favorite ass,” he praises, “so grabable.” Another swat, and my toes are curling. Sweeping his thumbs through the split of my ass, he dips the tip of one inside, pushing past the resistance.
“Ford!” I moan, my body lurching forward instinctively, but he tips forward too, staying buried deep as he plays with my ass.
“Baby, please, this asshole is perfect. I can’t wait to kiss it, and lick it again, and fuck it.
” He swats me again and I nearly see stars.
The shutters whoosh, again and again, as he fucks me from behind, hard and fast. The slide of him, pressure of his size, the way his moans echo around me, it’s all too much, too good, too fast. “Ford, I’m gonna come,” I breathe, clenching the comforter in my fists.
He pulls out, and it’s too much. The loss of him while I’m right there, about to explode, about to topple over the edge into orgasmic oblivion, is just cruel.
Tears well in my eyes as I peer back at him, over my shoulder, ignoring the sweaty landscape of my back, and the clumped up satin of my dress resting on my hips.
Ford snaps a photo. “You look so sexy when you want my cock.”
I blink at him. “Give it to me.”
He pats his thigh. “Rock back and get it, sweetheart.”
Bouncing back, I sink down on him and we both groan, relieved to feel one another after the momentary loss.
We’re addicted to each other, that much is evident.
“Fuck, I could watch this all day and all night.” He swats me again, and I hear the shutter again, but the rest gets fuzzy.
My tits fall out of my dress as I rear back on his cock, fucking myself on him as he thrusts forward, hitting me at the deepest spot each stroke.
We don’t even talk dirty.
It’s so deep and intense, and I need to come so badly, I need to feel him come inside me so badly, I can’t stop. “Ford, Ford, Ford,” I chant in between the slap of my skin against his.
“Take it from me, Juliette. I’m close,” he warns, ditching the camera on the mattress. His hands grip my waist, and he possessively pulls me back down on his cock, keeping me there.
“Ford!” The swell of his cock inside me sends me over, and as the first spray of release coats my insides, my toes curl and I drop my head, spasming all around him.
“Ford,” I breathe out, coming violently around him as he comes hard inside, motionless, holding himself so deep the back of my nose burns.
The twitches and grunts are so hot, and even though I have to go pee and everything is starting to burn, I don’t want him to slide out. I’d stay on my hands and knees for Ford Mercer for the rest of my life if he asked.
Eventually, he withdraws, bracing a hand on my tailbone.
“Baby,” he affectionately says, “hold on.” For a moment, he adjusts my dress and I wonder what he’s doing, but then I hear the camera.
Ford makes me gasp when he slides a finger inside me, coaxing out his cum.
The warmth leaks out of me, and he snaps a few more photos before he sets the camera on the side table.
Draping a towel over my lower half, Ford helps me to the bathroom.
Slowly, he peels the dress off then starts a shower.
Steam fills in the space around us as he takes his still-hard cock and reenters me, pressing me into the sink, forcing my hands onto the mirror.
He slides back inside, and I’m sore and full, but it feels so good, and desire floods my pussy again.
“I need more of you,” he rasps. “You’re so sexy,” he groans, reaching around to fill his palms with my breasts.
Dragging his thumbs over the nipples, pinching, grabbing, teasing, he impales my cunt from behind, cum sticky on my thighs.
I’m messy and wet, and he’s so hard inside me, so hard for me again, it doesn’t take me long to come.
“Ford,” I moan, clenching all around him, eyes rolling closed.
He sweeps my hair off my back, and holds my breasts as he continues to fuck me, the steam making me dizzy. “Fuck, Juliette. Look at you, unraveling for me again. Sexy as hell.”
Inside me he tightens and flinches, and I know his orgasm is near.
“Come on, my love, on your knees for me,” he orders softly, competing over the rush of water to be heard.
Still achy and very sticky, I drop to my knees as the first spray of cum coats my lips, splashing onto my tongue.
He jerks himself into my mouth, but after the second rope of release, I knock his hand away and go down on him, my eyes watering from his size, and the saltiness of his flavor after being inside me.
I love it, because it’s us, and I suck him as he comes, swallowing everything I can before licking my lips, and collecting stray drops with my fingers, then I lick those, too.
He lifts me up, praising me, thanking me for allowing him to come that way, for swallowing his cum, for giving my body to him, for being me.
We shower, and when Ford goes downstairs to make a bowl of pasta, I get out my phone, and text Kat.
I got a photography gig taking photos for Crave & Cure’s new website
I don’t expect a response right away, but I can’t help but smile as the notification comes through as I flip channels on the flatscreen.
Not surprised at all. Totally deserved.
My engagement photo is a work of art
You’re a goddess, J
My heart aches behind my ribs, not from pain but because it’s so full. Smiling, I reply.
Thanks! About to eat pasta and call it a night. Just wanted to share.
YUM. Tell Dad I said hi.
I read her words. Though we’re good and on the same page, it’s the first casual, passive acknowledgement of me and her dad being together and essentially living together. Another smile sweeps my lips as a commercial for oven cleaner drones on.
Will do. Same to Zen. XO.
I put my phone on the charger, heart full. I doze off before Ford comes back, but wake in his arms.
The End.