Chapter 14 #2
Without even a second thought, she spit into my palm, and I held myself back, gripping the base of my cock.
I was going to come, and it was going to be an issue.
I rubbed my palm up and down my length, then spit down on my dick for good measure.
Before she could say anything, I slid my cock in between her breasts, settling it over her heart.
“So warm, protective. Your tits are something else.”
“Why was that the hottest thing I’ve ever seen?” She panted.
“Just wait.”
Then I slid back, before continuing to move, fucking her breasts.
Her teeth bit into her swollen lips, as she continued to press her breasts tightly against my cock. The friction was nearly too much, but I didn’t care. Instead I kept moving, loving the feel, and the way that she bounced on the bed for me.
“I’m going to come,” I growled and pulled back. In answer, she arched her back, pressed her breasts together, and I came, spurting all over those luscious tits.
“So fucking beautiful,” I whispered. I slid my hand around the back of her neck, gripping her throat, before I crushed my mouth to hers. Then I used my hand to rub myself into her chest, leaving her a sticky mess.
“I just showered,” she teased.
“It’s okay, I’ll clean you up.”
I moved her back onto the middle of the bed, before twisting her so she was on her hands and knees.
“Dorian!”
“I need to take care of this pussy of mine while I get ready for round two,” I groaned, as I spread her cheeks and lapped at her core. She pushed her ass to my face, and I continued to lick and suck until I was ready again.
“I’m going to fuck this pussy, and you’re going to call my name. Are you ready?”
“Always.”
I pressed the tip of my dick to her, and then leaned down, slowly, oh so slowly, sliding balls deep inside her. She was so tight, so wet, that I had to count to ten before I moved out again.
“Dorian. I’m so full. You’re just…to say the obvious…big.”
“You say the hottest fucking things.”
“I have your cum all over me, so you better make me come. It gets kind of gross after a while.”
I threw my head back and laughed, gripped her hips, and then slammed home.
It was hard and fast and raw, and I didn’t care. We rode each other, thrust for thrust as I slammed into her. And when she came again, I pulled out of her, ignoring her whimper.
“Don’t worry, you’re going to ride me.”
I positioned myself so I was at the edge of the bed, feet planted. She straddled me, and as our eyes met, I lowered her down over my cock.
“Dorian.”
“You’re so tight at this angle, baby. Are you ready for me?”
Her gaze met mine. “I’m ready for anything.”
Grinning, I tipped her hips as she rocked on me, and she set the pace.
In this position she could fall if I didn’t hold her, so I wasn’t going to fucking let her go.
Instead I played with her breasts, loving the way she had my mark all over that beautiful body of hers.
And when I slid my thumb over her clit, she came again, her pussy fluttering over my cock.
I pulled her forward, hand on the back of throat, as I kissed her, moving fast as I pounded into her from below.
And when I came, filling her, we both groaned, shaking.
“That was, that was…” She didn’t finish her sentence though. Instead she sat on my lap, hand on her chest, as she fought for breath.
Everything from the past few moments vanished from my mind as ice slid over me.
“Wellesley? Fuck. Did I hurt you?” I slid out of her and cradled her to me. “Baby. What’s wrong?”
“I’m just catching my breath. I’m fine.”
But then I saw them, the bruises on her hips, the slight red marks on her throat. The fact that it was taking her far too long to catch her breath. I had done all that.
“I hurt you. Fuck. I was too rough. You were a damn virgin, and I hurt you. I treated you so fucking rough I marked you.” I set her down on the bed and scrambled up, looking for my jeans.
“Don’t you dare leave. And don’t you dare call what we were just doing anything as cheap or not what we wanted.”
I whirled, jeans in hand as I stared at her. “I hurt you.”
“And my scratch marks are on your back. What the fuck, Dorian? Yes, I was a virgin, but both of us were in this bed just now. We both came multiple times. Sure it took me a moment to catch my breath, but I’m healthy again.
I’m cleared for sex, and we had sex yesterday.
Stop freaking out.” She walked towards me, her breasts bouncing and sticky, and I dropped the jeans.
I just pulled her to my body, rubbing my cheek on the top of her head. She clung to me, shaking.
“I’m a fucking bastard.”
“Maybe. But you need to stop freaking out every time that I need to catch my breath, or you realize that both of us like it rough.”
My heartbeat finally began to slow but I couldn’t let her go. She was my ending, my beginning, my sin, and my salvation. “Sometimes it just hits me that you’re Wellesley, you know?”
“Somehow that made sense. But I’m going to need you to stop reacting that way. Because it’s starting to hurt.”
“Fuck. I’m sorry.” I leaned down and captured her lips as I held her close.
I was in love with Harper Wellesley. And I was a bastard. And I had to stop finding ways to hurt her so she would push me away. Because I had a feeling as soon as I told the others the truth, she would be the only one left. And I had no idea what the hell I was supposed to do with that.