Chapter 26 #2
“I think you should.” I surprise us both with my answer, and his hand stills, his mouth dropping open. I surprise us both some more when I bring my hands to his front and pull the zipper down. He takes a shuddering breath.
Once the zipper is down, I pull his fully hard cock free. I lick my lips and glance at him. His nostrils are flared, his mouth ajar, his eyes trained on my mouth.
“Have you done this before?” he croaks, his voice low and strained.
“No,” I answer honestly.
“Fuck. Me.” He growls as he looks up at the ceiling. Then he wipes his face with his hand and shifts his attention back to me. “I’m kind of big; you don’t have to?—”
I don’t let him finish. I grab the base of his cock and lick the tip. I’ve watched enough porn to know the basics; I can figure out the rest as I go. It’s not rocket science.
“Oh, fuck, Kayla. Your mouth is so hot.” He clasps his hands behind his back, clearly restraining himself, his muscles all over his body strained.
But he’s still in control, and once in a blue moon, I want to be the one.
So I grip his cock tighter and guide him on.
His breath hitches and I suck him deeper, hollowing my cheeks.
Once he hits the back of my throat, my throat constricts at the intrusion, and I gag.
He immediately pulls back, but I grip him by the ass and push him back to me, taking him as deep as I can.
“Baby, you don’t have to—” I suck him harder, and he inhales loudly. “Kayla, you don’t need to?—”
But I don’t let him finish because I take him as deep as I can, overcoming my gag reflex.
And it’s deep. Man, is it deep. Justin growls something incoherent and leans forward, resting his hands on the back of the couch, accidentally inserting himself even deeper inside my throat with the movement.
I gag again, but this time he doesn’t pull back.
He keeps thrusting, meeting my mouth halfway.
At this point, I don’t even bobble my head anymore; he’s just making use of my mouth.
And he’s right, he is fucking big, so I work the rest of his length that doesn’t fit with my hands.
Eventually, I drop them. Justin’s too far gone, and I’m enjoying it.
He keeps thrusting and growling while I dig my fingers into his ass.
“Oh fuck,” he says as he pulls out with a loud pop.
Saliva is dripping from my mouth, but he drops to his knees on the floor and pulls me to him.
Covering my mouth with his, he suffocates me with the kiss.
I barely had any oxygen while his dick occupied my mouth, which is only replaced by his tongue. But I don’t complain.
Suddenly, he breaks our kiss, grabs me by the back of my thighs, and pulls me closer to him. I’m half-lying on the couch while he rips my underwear off.
“I’ll buy you another one. ”
“So I’ve heard.” I should keep a count of all the underwear he keeps destroying.
His voice takes a dangerous tone. “Did you wear this dress for him?”
“What if I did?” Seems like I can’t help but challenge him today.
“Then I’d have to punish you again.”
At this idea, sparkles ignite inside my belly, and I laugh. It’s low and sensual, and very, very unlike me. “Maybe you should.”
“Yeah, I definitely should,” he says as he brings his mouth to my completely soaked pussy.
I relax into the cushions, knowing I’m up for a very good time.
“Fuck, Kayla, you are so wet just from sucking me off.” I can feel him breathing the words on my heated core.
I’m aching and sore, and I just need release.
“Shut up, Justin,” I say as I grab him by the hair and pull him into me. His low chuckle is the last comprehensible sound he makes before my moaning fills the room.
When I’m close, so deliciously close, he pulls away with an evil smile.
“Justin!” I yelp.
“Punishment, baby. Don’t forget.” He stands up, pulls his pants off, and grabs me by my ass, twisting us in the air as he lands on the couch, and I’m the one straddling him.
“You’re on the pill, right?” I nod. “Is this okay…?” He let the thought trail off as he helps to lift me up on my knees with one hand and grabs his dick in his other, moving its head under my core.
“Yeah.” I swallow a huge lump in my throat. After feeling his raw skin inside me, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to settle for any barrier between us.
He guides himself in, and I get ready for pain. It doesn’t come. I’m so wet and ready that he can slide halfway inside in just one go.
“Ah,” I breathe out.
“Is it painful?” His neck is straining, and his breathing is hard.
“No.” I sigh. “It’s good.”
“Thank fuck.” And he drops me all the way in. I let out a yelp. “Kayla?”
“I’m good, I’m good,” I answer as I begin moving. I don’t think Justin understands how big his dick is. For him, it’s something to brag about; for me, it’s something I have to accommodate for.
His hands come under my thighs as he helps my movement and I feel my own muscles begin to shake. I’m so out of shape; who knew that riding a dick could be so physically taxing.
Justin quickens the pace when I lean to kiss him.
He tastes like sin… and me. I dive deeper into the kiss, and he speeds up even more.
I grab his face with my hands, angling for a kiss, when he growls, lifts me up, and throws my back on the couch.
Switching positions, he plunges into me with a force that knocks the breath out of me.
“Fuck, I can’t control it anymore. I’m sorry, Kay,” he says as he delivers punishing thrust after punishing thrust. He grabs my ankles and puts them on his shoulders, causing his heavy balls to begin slapping my ass.
In this position, he hits just the right spot. It’s close. It’s there. But not quite yet.
His movements are deliberate and hard. He grabs my waist as he slams himself into me with every thrust. He’s imprinting me with the hate we shared for so long, his newfound jealousy, and this overwhelming need with every thrust. Someone moans, and I think it’s me .
“You need to come, baby. Now.” Sweat is dripping from his body onto me.
“I can’t,” I whisper in shame.
“Oh, baby. I’ll help you.” He tilts his head to the side, licking my ankle while still plunging in. “Do you need me to do that for you?”
“Yes,” I whisper. How broken am I if I’m just beginning my sexual journey but can only come from certain things?
“I love how naughty you are.” He bites the exposed skin on my ankle, leans forward, and plants his hand on my throat, squeezing it just a bit. He then presses his finger on my clit, rubbing it in circles, all the while thrusting in.
And I feel the wave coming. I open my mouth for a breath, but I can’t take one. Justin squeezes my throat tighter, not stopping the airflow, but just enough to make me a little lightheaded, and I explode.
I don’t feel anything but waves of pleasure wash over me again and again and again. The feeling of being powerful, boneless, and soulless is wonderful, and I don’t want it to end.
A loud growl shatters my haze just as Justin grabs my thighs and pulls me onto him. He does a few powerful, jerky thrusts before spilling inside. His head falls back, and he growls. That’s easily the hottest and the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.
Once he comes down, he falls on top of me and buries his face in the crook of my neck.
We are silent for the next few minutes, trying to return from the fog our brains are in now.
Everything around us is wet. He is sweaty, I’m sweaty, and the couch is wet from our liquids. There is a sea of us combined between my legs, and it’s pouring out.
“Justin, I need to use the bathroom. ”
“Yeah.” He lifts himself up and looks like he’s struggling to do so. “There.” He points to the door. I stand up and scuttle to the bathroom. As expected, it’s a mess. I dig under the sink and find a few packs of wet wipes. I clean myself as best as I can, fix my dress, and walk out.
He’s standing by the fridge, drinking water from a bottle and looking like he just got thoroughly fucked. By me. A feeling of pride spreads in my chest. When he notices me, he walks over and hands me the bottle. “I’ll be back. Don’t go anywhere.”
“Okay,” I whisper as I take a huge greedy sip.
He’s back a moment later, finding me in the same place. “Let’s go.” He grabs my hand and tows me to the bedroom. He lets go of me, walks to the dresser, and digs inside. “This should fit,” he says as he passes me a gray T-shirt.
I look at it as if it’s a spider. “Why?”
“Why what?” He sounds genuinely confused.
“Why do I need a shirt?”
“To sleep in. Unless you want to sleep naked. I don’t mind.” He shrugs.
“Am I sleeping here?” I look around.
“Of course, you are.” He walks to the bed, falls onto it, and pats the space beside him. “C’mon.”
I shrug off my dress, put his shirt on, and crawl into bed with him, keeping my distance. He grabs my waist and pulls me to him. I end up in the same position as back at home—with me half sprawled on top of him.
“I’m sorry, Kay.” His sigh is full of remorse.
“For what?” He has so much apologizing to do, so he’d better clarify every time, so it counts.
“For what happened.” He closes his eyes in shame.
“What are you talking about?” I perch on my elbow.
“I was fucking rough.” He wipes his face with his hand. “ I don’t know what came over me; I swear, I’ve never been like that.”
“I liked it,” I say quietly.
“You did?” His eyes widen.
“I think it was hot.”
“Of fuck.” I feel his cock hardening against my knee.
“I like you all… beastly and growly.” I put my finger on his bicep.
His dick twitches. “Fuck.”
“I’m sorry. I wish I could come easier, though, so you don’t have to work so hard or do kinky shit,” I say with a shrug, voicing my own shame.
His eyes grow even wider, and he flips me on my back in one swift movement.
“Never ever apologize for that.” His eyes are serious.
“Never?”
“Never ever. It’s my job to make sure you come. And if you don’t, I fail, not you. You got it?” His eyes dart between mine. “Got it?”
“Yes,” I say in a small voice.
“And asphyxiation is a very popular erotic play, and there is nothing to be ashamed of. You have no idea how happy I was when I figured out you liked it.” A dimple appears on his cheek.
I stop drawing circles on his bicep. “Why?”
“Because I like to be in control.”
“Oh.”
“Like you haven’t noticed that.” His grin is wide. “Now, you woke the beast; what can we do about that?”
The rest of the night is an orgasmic haze as we try to tame the beast. By the time we’re done, I’m deliciously sore and in absolutely no condition to move anywhere.