CHAPTER 13HUGH
CHAPTER 13
HUGH
We’d lost our clothes and moved from the kitchen island toward the bedroom, but we didn’t make it. Denny was against the wall with her leg up and hooked around my waist as my dick slid in and out of her heat. Her face was drawn up in pleasure as her fingertips dug into my biceps. The wet suction of her pussy filled the hallway with the sweetest sounds I’d ever heard. Every little moan tested my stroke game.
She threw her head back as I plunged deeper, tracing her pebbled nipples with the tip of my tongue before biting down. The feeling of her milking me and pulling me close was an addiction. I couldn’t get enough. I’d missed this . I’d missed her . I pushed into her to the hilt and circled my hips at just the right rhythm to make her groan and call out to God.
This woman had me. She had to know she had me. I was so far gone on her, I didn’t know if I could find my way back, but I didn’t want to.
I gave a sharp thrust followed by another one, and I felt her walls clamping down as she fell headfirst into another orgasm. This time I kept my thrusts on the same spot, feeling her clench tight against me as liquid gushed and ran down both our thighs.
The sounds she was making…she needed to do it again and again and again. Each stroke made her turn into a waterfall, and I wanted to bathe in it.
Words she was whimpering had me ready to explode, but I wasn’t stopping until she begged and pleaded for relief.
“Please.”
“That’s it.”
“Oh, my fucking...”
“I can’t.”
“Right there.”
“More. Fuck. More.”
My hand came to her throat as I increased my rhythm, working into her until she was bouncing off the wall. Her eyes started to roll as she slipped, but I caught her thigh and held her up while keeping the same pace that had her clamping down so hard on my dick, I wasn’t sure I was getting it back.
“Cream all over this dick,” I moaned in her ear, watching as she threw her head back and gave me all of it. Each pump had her screaming as she climaxed. I couldn’t hold back as I emptied everything into her, holding her up and keeping her pinned to the wall.
We were both breathing heavily as we came down. I could feel the sting from where she’d broken skin, and I relished it because this was what we both needed. To be each other’s port in the storm and find that serenity with one another.
She was slowly turning to goo as I pressed kisses along her sweaty flesh, and I felt myself grow soft inside her. I let us slide to the floor and I laid her out, so I could shower her skin with kisses and licks and nips. A pleased hum sang through her as she lazily stroked my skin, I hovered above her.
“Every inch of you is superb,” I muttered against her skin.
She chuckled as I moved my lips from her neck to her chest. I bit at her shoulder, and she hissed.
“Say it,” I said, meeting the cumdrunk, delirious gaze.
A giggle came out of her throat, and it switched to a sigh as my hand came to her nipple, skimming its sensitive tip.
“Every inch of me is superb,” she repeated, her words breathy and sweet.
My tongue replaced my fingers as I swirled my tongue round and round her nipple, switching between nibbling and sucking. We were on a clock, but I was going to use every minute to make her come and give her everything.
I brought my mouth to her stomach, moving my hands across her skin as she exhaled and gasped. Her hot opening was swollen against my chest. Running my fingers down the seam, a moan left her throat and she grabbed her hard nipples. I ran the tip of my tongue across her skin while gently stroking her slick clit.
When her thighs started to shake, I replaced my fingers with my mouth, circling her nub as she bowed her back and offered all of herself up to me. I could taste us, spicy and sweet, on my tongue. I slurped, gluttonous for more. My focus was on slowly teasing her and sucking hard as she made those little frustrated sounds in the back of her throat. When her thighs tightened around my ears, I pulled hard on her nub as she erupted.
Her hips thrust up against my face as she held me to her and kept me right there as she rode out her climax. I tongued her entrance as she took ragged breaths above me, her hips still fucking my face.
As I dove deeper with my tongue, her groaning grew fierce, and she pushed back on her elbows and tried to move away from me, but I was locked in. My hands grabbed her hips as I held her right where I wanted her.
This orgasm was silent and turned her body so still I was worried that she’d forgotten how to breathe. When she finally took a breath, it sounded like she’d emerged from underwater. She pushed away from me again and that time I let her go.
As she pulled herself away and down the hall towards our bedroom, her eyes were wild, and her hair was crazy. It was an open invitation to grab it and hold on when I fucked her again. And I was going to fuck her again. I was going to make her feel me while I was gone.
“Where are you going?” I asked, hearing the bass in my voice.
She shook her head as she crawled towards the door. I stood up, watching as she slowly pulled her body across the carpet.
“Little Menace, I asked you a question.” I casually strolled after her, seeing how dilated her eyes were and loving the hint of fear in their irises.
“I can’t,” she stuttered, watching me warily.
“You will.”
She shook her head at my reply as she paused in her flight.
“Bring your ass right here.” I pointed towards the ground in front of me, and she shook her head again, closing her eyes. Her chest was heaving with every inhale.
“I’m not asking again.” I knew she could hear the seriousness in my voice. If she didn’t come over here, I was coming over there, and she wouldn’t like what would happen next. She moved to stand up and I tutted.
“Crawl.”
Leaning forward, her tits swayed in a hypnotic rhythm as she moved toward me. Her gaze was no longer on mine, it was focused on the hard dick between my thighs that she knew she was getting again and again until we were satisfied. When she’d finally made her way back to me, I pointed to the bed.
“All fours. On the bed.” I couldn’t think of anything beyond that gorgeous pussy bouncing against me as I spanked her raw for running from me.
Her ass swayed as she crawled over to the bed and stood, looking at me before getting up and placing her palms and knees against the duvet.
My palm was itching, but I steadied it as I walked over to her. She was avoiding my gaze because she knew I didn’t like that running shit. I ran my fingertips across the skin of her ankle, watching as she shuddered under my touch, not knowing what to expect, but excited about her punishment.
I dragged my fingers up her calf to the back of her thigh and smiled at the way she leaned into my touch. Like she always did. And when she was sighing into the caress, I cocked my hand back and smacked her ass. She let out a yelp and I matched it with five different spanks, each harder than the last.
When a whimper left her lips, I gave her reddened and hot cheek a kiss. She made a disappointed sound in the back of her throat, and I smiled.
“What?” I asked. Another sound left her throat, but it wasn’t a word.
She knew it was important to speak, to communicate, but right now I needed her to say it. To admit it to herself so that I could show her why she needed to feel that sting as much as she needed to feel the pleasure.
My teethcame out and nipped the sensitive skin of her swollen ass cheek, and she groaned.
“More.” The word was quiet, easily missed if the room wasn’t so silent.
“Hmm?” I asked, smiling and kissing across her skin.
“More, please?” she asked. Her words were louder, but still not giving me what I needed to hear.
“What do you want more of, Denny, baby?” I traced the skin of her thighs as she shook beneath me, her body radiating heat.
“Pain. More pain, please.”
I immediately brought my hand to her other cheek, and she hissed.
“You beg so nice, Little Menace,” I said while smacking her again, feeling the sting in my palm.
I got up on the bed, hearing her breathing come faster made my hard dick painful. But I had to give her what she wanted because she’d asked.
I brought both palms down on her ass cheeks and she cried out. Each slap echoed against the walls, bouncing and mingling with the sounds of her moaning cries and when she started wiggling, I moved forward and thrust into her as she started to lean forward.
“Sit up and take this dick.” I brought my palm down on her ass, watching the ripple of her skin and feeling her clench me so tight that I thought she was going to snap my dick off. I loved that shit, and I needed her to do it again.
As I brought my hand down again, she started to fuck me, throwing her shit back real slow, like I didn’t know what she was doing. Groaning, I grabbed her hips and pulled out all the way and giving her three swift smacks before I thrust in, my balls slapping against her slippery center.
She clenched around me, and I could see her arms shaking as she cried out over and over.
“Please.”
“Please.”
“Please.”
I pulled out and gave her two more hard smacks that left my hand numb before thrusting forward and feeling her start to clench in a rhythm that told me she was going to come any second.
“You take it so good, don’t you?” I asked, grabbing at her hair and pulling her up and to my front.
“I do, I do.” The words fell off her lips and she looked so delirious; lost in the pleasure I was stoking between us. I thrust forward, feeling for her spot, and she cried out as she clamped around me and liquid coated my hand.
“Fucking you is like touching heaven,” I groaned, keeping up the same slow stroked as her eyes rolled back, her orgasm taking her high. My fingers on her nub kept up their circle, and she screamed out over and over, her voice growing hoarse.
We fell forward as her body grew slack, but I kept the same smooth thrusts, holding her back to me and bouncing against her juicy ass. She needed one more. She could give me one more.
“Hugh, Hugh, Hugh.”
My name was a melody on her lips, a reward for worshiping her. I could feed my soul with the sounds of her pleasure, and I planned to for the rest of our lives.
“That’s it.” I encouraged, as sweat fell into my eyes.
“I can’t,” she moaned again, I could hear the exhaustion in her voice.
“You will,” I said, stroking steadily, circling my hips to change angles.
Her whimpering groans grew louder, and I increased my pace, feeling my own climax creeping up on me. When she clenched against me, her fingers dug into the duvet, pulling it from the bed as she tried to escape the spasms squeezing me like a vice.
“Stop running,” I said, gripping her waist and fucking with rougher, aggressive strokes as she came.
My own moans filled the air and mixed with hers and everything went black as I felt my lungs burning, my ears ringing and my heart pausing in my chest. I held still deep inside her as spurt after spurt of cum coated her walls. It took my body a minute to remember to breathe.
I laid there stunned, reeling from her—from us. She really and truly was a wonder. This was more than veneration and adulation. Every time we touched, every time we connected, I was overcome by our souls entwining and transcending together.
She could handle me, and I could handle her. Denise was mine. My future wife and my partner. It was us. And that thought was way more exciting than intimidating.