CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Levi
“L evi,” she seductively says my name and I fight back a groan. “Can you come and help me with something?”
I tell my body to stay the fuck put, but it’s a traitor to my demands and starts to make its way towards her. She’s a magnet for my body and it practically floats from the doorway to the end of the bed.
“What do you need, baby?” I ask the stupid question, hoping she’s going to ask for some clothes, but I think I know what she wants. And I don’t think I’m strong enough to deny her.
She gives me the most mischievous smile, which I’ve loved about her since we first met, and melt.
“I have this ache and I can’t reach to soothe it out,” the little minx seductively says.
Stay strong, Thorne. Don’t fall for this now and have her hating you more in the morning.
“Where is it?” Stop asking and throw a blanket over her ripe body.
She pulls her knees up, exposing herself more and moans. She fucking moans.
“Everywhere.” She pushes a finger in her mouth, and then pulls it back out. My dick jumps under the towel and almost pushes it to the ground. “But it really aches here.”
Her wet finger dives down to her pussy, that I’ve tried not to stare at for my own personal sanity, and pushes in. Without thinking, I quickly lunge at her, to grab for her wrist, to stop her from torturing me.
“Oh my God, baby,” I say as my eyes roam to her finger entering and exiting her pussy. She’s drenched, and I can’t remove my hand from her wrist as it continues to move in and out.
“You like that Mr. Thorne?”
“Stop, Saylor. Please, I’m begging you.” My breath comes out in a pant.
It takes all my will power, but I release her wrist and take a step back.
“We can’t. It would only make things more difficult.”
She stops, pulls her finger out and sits up.
“You don’t want me,” she sadly accuses. “I thought you loved me?”
I have to close my eyes and take a heavy breath while counting. The smell of her arousal has tantalized all the senses in my nose, and I try to calm my urges to plow into her with my pulsing dick.
“Baby, I want you more than my next breath. And I love you more than my own life.”
“Then what are you waiting for? I’m here. Isn’t this what you’ve been waiting for?” She pouts, and I love her that much more.
How can she not understand that I’m trying to be a better man? To prove that I’m worthy of her.
“Because I want you to not regret this in the morning and hate me even more. I love you so much, but I don’t want to ruin this again.”
“I knew I wasn’t enough and you’ve moved on,” she whispers as if she meant to only say it in her head, but her drunken self doesn’t have a filter.
I drop my towel and show her just how much I want her, but regret it immediately.
“Does this look like I don’t want you? I ache for you, and to be this close and not able to touch what’s mine is killing me.”
“Then touch me, make yours again.” She spreads her legs wider, tempting me more.
“Please baby, I’m begging you,” I plead again, but my words aren’t even convincing me now. My body takes a step towards her before I even realize it.
For someone who’s drank her weight in alcohol, she’s quick and I’ve underestimated her ability. Or my mind is hazy having her naked in front of me. She jolts forward and captures my dick with her hands and mouth before I can blink.
“Oh, fuck!”
The last string of my sanity is cut and now I’ve lost all control of myself.
I used to take pride in my self-control, but being with Saylor has thrown that out the window.
And if I was smart enough, I’d jump out that same window to save myself, but like a man who hasn’t seen or been with his wife in over two years, I yield and succumb to her.
“It’s bigger than I remember.” Her filter failing her again.
Maybe a little release will do us both some good? I think to myself as Saylor goes all the way down to the root of my dick. Jesus, I forgot how good it is with her not having a gag reflex.
We both are moaning, as my fingers find the back of her head, pulling her wet hair into a makeshift ponytail. The damage has already been done now, so we might as well enjoy it.
“That’s it baby, take me in, suck me dry.
” I know I’m not going to last long as I pump in and out of her small mouth, loving how she sucks my dick.
“God, I’ve missed you and your mouth. I love you so much, baby.
” I unleash and thrust my hips faster into her willing mouth.
It doesn’t take but maybe five more pumps, and my balls draw up tight against the base.
“Take it, Saylor. Take every drop.” I push her all the way down on my cock and hold her there, as rope after rope of thick cum shoots out and down her throat.
When I’ve depleted every bit of cum, she sits back on her haunches and wipes the corners of her mouth with a goofy grin.
My breathing is coming out in sharp pants, making me light headed, but I can’t help the smile surging from my face.
Did that really just happen? This feels like the many dreams I’ve lived off of over the last few years.
Saylor gets back into her previous position and opens back up for me.
“My turn,” she sings, and touches her big tits. “Can you do that thing that your tongue always does?” I’m going to hell for this but what a way to go.
I dive down between her thighs, and nuzzle her pussy with my face as I coat it with her juices.
She tastes even better than I remember. I lick, kiss, nibble and bite all over her lower lips and clit.
She’s bucking under my mouth as she thrashes her hands on the bed.
I move one hand and reach out for her tit and give it a squeeze.
She’s bigger than before the pregnancy and I love it.
I love everything that it has done to her body.
If it’s possible, she’s even more perfect.
“Ah, I’ve missed your tongue!” Saylor moans as her hips try to push up farther into my mouth, but I hold her down.
I know she’s on the edge of coming, and I can’t seem to slow myself to make this last longer as my mouth attacks her.
With my other hand, I slide a finger into her soaked channel as she clamps down on me.
I work in a second finger and if it’s possible, she’s just as tight as she was before, if not tighter.
Focusing on her clit, I get to working my tongue when her legs stiffen and she screams down the house with my name on her lips. Mine!
In the heat of the moment, she snaps her head up from the bed and gives me a serious look.
Fuck! I knew I shouldn’t have done this.
I shift from gulping up all her juices to my knees. My dick is telling me to shut the fuck up and dive in, but I need her to slow down. She’s had a lot to drink tonight, and I think she’s still in a foggy stage.
“Levi,” she gasps, and pulls me closer to her so that we’re side by side.
She trails her hands over my shoulder, as if she’s inspecting me.
Saylor touches the metal around my neck that holds her wedding rings.
She stares at it for the longest time, then gently puts them down.
I watch as she caresses each of my burn marks from the car bomb with her petal soft lips, and it makes my body shake.
No one has touched me in years, and she is setting me on fire, making me ache to mold her to me and never let her go from my side ever again.
Her fingers trace over the scars where the doctors had to go in and stop the internal bleeding to save my life. From what the reports show, it was a miracle that I survived.
“Are these from the bomb?” Her eyes have turned sad, and lost their orgasmic bliss.
“Yes,” I answer, but she doesn’t lift her head to look at me.
Finally, she comes further down to my lower stomach where I have two new scars that are the newest to the collection.
“Crash?” She gives a questioning look, noticing that they are newer than the other ones.
“No.” Do I want to tell her about them tonight?
“What are they from? They look like they happened not too long ago.”
“They happened eight months ago.”
“Eight months ago? Levi, they look worse than the other burns. What happened?”
“I’ll tell you, but I have to tell you something else first,” I say and she sits up straight and crosses her legs Indian style, leaving her naked body open and on display.
I grab the small blanket at the end of the bed and cover her.
There is no way I’d be able to focus on this if she is that exposed.
I cover myself with a plush blanket to help focus on what I need to tell her.
“First, I want to tell you that you were 100% right about Blaire,” I start, and see her cringe at that bitch’s name.
What a way to ruin a sexual moment, than to say that trolls name.
“Everything you ever said about her was spot on. The morning before we had our epic fight at the restaurant, I went to see her at the police station. She tried to get me to help her and when she finally told me what she was in for, it hit me like a ton of bricks.” I sigh and continue.
“She had records and photos of everyone and every little detail. She kept files on all her clients and who she set up. Some of the photos were of underage kids.”
“That bitch!” She yells, and clenches her hands into fists like she’s ready to punch someone. “Boy, I’d like to get my hands on her and choke the ever-loving snot out of her.” Saylor cups her hands together, making the choking visual as if she were doing it right there.
“The line is a mile long but no one got their chance.”
“What do you mean? I’m sure between you and my dad there are some resources that will help make her prison stay very uncomfortable.”
Christ, she doesn’t know.
“Saylor, Blaire is dead. She died in a jail cell at the police station, waiting for her trial to begin.”
“What? How?” I can see some of the haziness from her drunken stupor becoming clearer.