CHAPTER 39DENISE
CHAPTER 39
DENISE
Hugh’s fingers took their time, slowly tracing up and down my skin in the back of the cab. Each graze left a fiery trail that only served to stoke the blazing inferno I was feeling. Of course, when I wanted the damn vibrator to cut on, it was annoyingly still. The closer the cab got to the condo, the more insistent the pressure against my skin felt. I was squeezing my thighs together by the time we pulled up.
Our path to the elevator was a blur.
“Take the next one,” Hugh said, shoulder-checking a man trying to enter our car.
The second the doors closed behind us, we collided. It was frenzied—all teeth and tongue. I grabbed his shoulders, pushing him up against the wall of the elevator. He held me close, and he forced me to lean back to meet the demands of his mouth on my skin. When that wasn’t enough, his hands moved under my ass, pulling me flush against him. I moaned as a hand smacked my bruised ass.
I’d learned that pain and pleasure weren’t opposites, they were harmonies. Made to intertwine and elevate one another. And I needed them both to really find the pleasure that sent me floating off into the stratosphere. The way that I’d begged for it—craved it—had me wondering who my pussy really belonged to: me or him.
When he grabbed a handful again, I hissed and brought my lips to his neck, digging my teeth into his skin and biting down. He spun me around, throwing me up against the elevator and hauling my thighs up around his waist. I held on to his shoulders as he brought my waist flush against his, and my gasp turned into a moan as he thrust forward.
“Hold on to me,” he ordered as his teeth nipped at my chin.
“Stop ordering me around,” I complained. My voice was deep and heavy with desire and the thrum of lust that was coiling deep in my belly. Of course, I held on. Because he was putting that fat dick right where I needed it. I was chasing the high of him touching me and once he filled me, I was going to lose myself in him.
“Disobedient ass.” He pressed me against the elevator wall as his fingers grabbed my breast slowly tweaking my swollen nipple. My hips moved against his, putting pressure against my clit through my thin panties.
The elevator dinged and opened. He backed up, keeping his hands under my ass as he carried me towards his door. I locked my feet around his lower back. My lips moved across his face, kissing and licking every inch of skin I could reach.
If I showed him how much I wanted and needed him, he’d let me come. He’d give me the thing he’d been denying me all day. I knew if I didn’t come soon, I was literally going to scream or cry, probably both.
He only made it to the living room before he ordered me, “Down.”
I unlocked my legs and let him lower me to the ground. I found my feet unsteadily and he grabbed the jacket from my shoulders, and I watched as it hit the floor.
“Take off those shoes, beautiful. I love fucking your shit up, but I’m not dropping a rack on some new Ferragamos and a new dress.”
Stepping out of my heels, I watched him pick up something from behind me. When he came back, he ran a pair of shears down the front of my dress, and I cried out watching the fabric gape open and show off my matching sheer balconette and thong.
“What is it with you and tearing through my clothes!” I cried out, failing to conceal the arousal in my voice.
“Nah, you don’t get to talk to me since you don’t wanna act right,” he said as he brought the fabric behind my back, snipping a few more times. After a second, I felt the fabric as it wound around my wrists, tying them down at the base of my spine.
“What are your safe words, Denny, baby?”
“Grapefruit and habanero.” A thrill ran down my spine as I said the words. I pulled aggressively at the bonds that held my hands tied tightly at the wrist, and I saw him smile at me.
“Nah, that’s not gonna budge,” he whispered, his lips whispering across the skin of my face.
“I wanna touch you,” I whimpered, and he bared his teeth in a smile.
“I know you do.” I closed my eyes as I felt the air against my ear.
“Get on your knees,” he said, his tone full of that gravitas that made my body tingle and vibrate.
It was an order. The bad bitch in me wanted to tell him to fuck off. But the woman, whose opening was so hot it could’ve birthed a whole star, dropped to her knees awaiting the next order like the starving glutton that she was.
“You’re such an obedient girl, aren’t you? Now take down my zipper.”
My eyes met his before traveling down to the bulging dick that sat behind the zipper, eager to accept the challenge. I leaned forward, running my face along the bulge in his pants. Taking it a step further, I ran my tongue over the fabric, feeling him jump beneath my lips. When I reached his head, I traced my way back over.
That’s when I leaned up and grabbed the metal of the zipper between my teeth, and I pulled it down slowly, my eyes looking up as he bit his lip watching my progress. His fingers popped the button open, and his length sprang free.
Within seconds, I’d brought his head to the back of my throat, feeling the weight of him heavy against my tongue. I moaned against the feeling, and he pulled back with a pop.
“Did I tell you to do that?” his breathing was ragged, and I pouted up at him.
“I just want to be good,” I said, the words falling from my lips like water.
“Look at me,” he said, his mouth falling open as he thrust past my lips and moaning when he bottomed out in my throat, making my eyes water.
“Okay. Be good and choke on this dick.” His words were rough as his hand found its way into my hair and held himself in my throat. I gagged and swallowed past the feeling, tears falling from my eyes as he pulled free and reached down, grabbing my throat and pulling me close.
“That mouth is made for me. You want to come?”
I nodded as the pressure increased, and I started to feel lightheaded. I could only utter one word.
“Please?”
His pupils dilated as his hand moved down to the torture device. I started to feel self-conscious about how wet I’d been all day when his fingers ran through the moisture and dragged it across his lips, his tongue peeking out and looping around each digit.
“You did so well today. I’m gonna give you what you need, Little Menace. But, before that, I’m hungry.”
He grabbed a pillow and put it behind me before grabbing another and dropping to his knees, pushing me back. The second pillow was under my ass as he pulled my thong aside and blew against my hot center. I squirmed, and his arms clamped around my thighs and held me still.
“You said you wanted to be good.” His words weren’t a question, but I replied anyway.
“I do, I do, I do, I promise, I do.” The words poured from my lips like a supplication to the man that had everything I wanted at the tip of his tongue and the base of his dick.
“Good, that’s good. Because you still don’t have permission.”
That was all he said before his lips sealed across my clit and pulled it into his mouth. I clenched against the toy, and bowed my back, pushing my pussy up to meet him. My panting filled the room. Searing pleasure had me dizzy as I tried and failed to fuck his face.
His mouth on my nub eased, and I almost cried out in relief. Until one hand pushed my fupa and his hand grabbed the toy and started shallowly thrusting in and out of my entrances. The slurping sound my hole was making was filthy and nasty. The pressure of the toy rubbing at my spot and the pain of it pulling out and going back in had me screaming in all the best ways.
I felt my mouth moving, and I knew I was saying words, but I had no idea what I was saying. I was focusing hard on not coming but with the way I was gushing and the pressure he had on my fupa, I was going to come, and I was going to get punished and all I could feel was the tears coming from my eyes as I tried my best to be good. The orgasm was so close I wasn’t sure how much more I could hold back.
“Please, please, please. Please let me—”
He pulled the toy out and leaned forward, his lips lining up with my ear as he thrust forward into me, and he whispered the one word I’d been waiting to hear.
“Come.”
My walls clenched against him as he sat deep in me, soaking in the gushing pussy that he’d been driving crazy. My head fell back as pleasure, sharp and intense, rocketed through my entire body.
I came until I was lightheaded. I came until my heart thundered against my rib cage. I came until my abdominal muscles cramped, my lungs burned, and I almost passed out. His blurry face came into focus.
“Breathe.” His eyes were on me, and I focused my attention on the burning in my lungs, trying to get them to take in oxygen. After a few more seconds, I managed to convince them to take a deep breath. That’s when I started to sob as that pleasure kept hitting me in waves.
“You okay?” he asked, his hips still as he brushed the hair from my eyes. I’d just come harder than I ever had. Was I okay? Would I ever be okay knowing that my body could come that hard?
“Yeah,” I said, my voice breathy and my throat hoarse.
I gasped again as he moved his hips against mine. His lips met mine, sipping at them before diving deep with his tongue and letting me taste myself.
“Good. And you want more?” he whispered before he plunged forward and filled me up so full, I just knew that he was going to permanently imprint himself on my walls.
“Yes,” I moaned against his lips.
Each thrust was slowly sending me into overdrive, and I just knew he wanted me to pass the fuck out.
“Mmm. Didn’t you call me mean?” he moaned against my throat before grabbing it.
“May-may-maybe.” I stuttered the word out as electricity lit my body with his every stroke.
“I think twelve more is a good number. You’re going to come twelve times for me. A baker’s dozen.” He bit down on my lip as his fingers moved my juices all over my clit.
I clamped down on him and cursed.
His strokes didn’t slow, and I finally was able to move my tongue.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I said.
“Denny, baby, we’re just getting started, don’t quit on me now,” he mumbled, pressing slow kisses across my face as his fingers moved away from my sensitive nub.
The relief was short-lived. Buzzing pressed right against my sweet spot. My body bucked and I only had a second to brace for the orgasm that ripped through me. A minute later another one had me fight to pull away as he laughed, throaty and deep.
My hearing went, and then my vision as I bared down on him. But he kept moving inside me, stroking deep and slow.
He counted every orgasm, each one coming with words, soft and sweet, whispered in my ear, against my neck, my cheeks, and my lips.
“Fuck,” I moaned, pulling tighter at my wrists, eager to feel the strength of his body above me.
“You come so good on this dick.” He licked my earlobe as his words made me clench tight around him.
The pace was methodical and just aggressive enough that I was gushing and mumbling and praying as I felt my body being turned inside out.
I fought orgasms four and five, trying to make him come first, clenching down on him and moaning the way he liked while moving my hips beneath him, trying my best to get him to finish first.
“Stop fighting and take it like I know you can.”
Orgasm five had me calling out for mercy, pleading for it to come, and begging for it to stop when it did.
“That’s it. Just like that. Good fucking girl.”
Orgasm seven almost sent me to meet my ancestors.
“You’re so beautiful, coming all over my dick.”
Orgasm nine had me running from him, causing him to grab me by the ankles.
“Get over here,” he said using a deep ass voice that half-turned me on as I laughed and pushed against him as he brought me back and shoved back up into me, and my laughing morphed into a grunt.
“Hugh,” I said, as he continued his assault.
“Call me Scorpion.”
A sobbing laugh left my lips.
“Absolutely fucking not.”
Orgasm eleven had my nerves so raw that grapefruit was almost falling from my mouth. But then his hips started moving in a circle, and he groaned right in my ear.
“You hear how gushy you are for me? One more, give me one more, baby.”
When I hit twelve, my hands were numb, and my body was shaking uncontrollably.
I could barely breathe as he pulled out, dropped the toy, and buried his tongue in me to sop up the mess I’d made. My toes had curled in on themselves, and I was floating so high I wasn’t even sure what my name was.
“You still with me?” he asked, pulling his mouth away from my entrance. I shuddered, panting under him, my face soaking wet from sweat and tears.
I couldn’t reply. Everything was heavy and disjointed. Hands grabbed me underneath my arms and pulled me to my feet, I was so dizzy and blissed out that I couldn't even stand up straight. It took me three tries to make eye contact with him.
His nose brushed against mine and I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of sex heavy in the air around us. The ties at my hands came loose and he brought them to his mouth,kissing each wrist as he massaged away the sharp pins and needles from my blood circulating back into them. My body was simultaneously vibrating and exhausted. He dipped down and grabbed me underneath my ass, and I was floating again. I rolled my face against his hot skin and protested when he tried to let me go.
“Get in the bed,” he whispered.
I whimpered and lifted my shaky legs up and into the bed. A few moments later, a warm towel brushed across my skin, but I didn’t have the energy to open my eyes, let alone move.
It was only when something cold was being rubbed on my wrist that I whined in protest. He didn't care, he continued to massage my sore skin.
“Shh,” he whispered, dropping soft kisses across my still-vibrating skin.
I groaned again as he pulled my back to his front and pushed a knee between my thighs. One hand found its way into my hair and the other found a rhythm across my stomach. The heat of his skin against mine was almost too much, but it was settling the erratic rhythm in my chest.
The dizziness faded as my heartrate evened. I snuggled closer to him, finding comfort in his strength as his hands continued stroking across my skin.
“I thought you were going to—”
“Not tonight. Thirteen was too much,” he said, his voice low.
“It was good, I’m okay, we can keep going” I replied, matching his tone.
“Nah, when this dick claims that ass you’re going to remember every second. Now, go to sleep.” I felt the words more than I heard them as he placed open mouth kisses over my neck as I drifted off.