CHAPTER 17
Kian
There are standout moments in a man’s life he never forgets.
Most of those moments center on sex, while others focus on making money. Rare moments are when you find peace.
Should I be lucky enough to become a cantankerous old man, the scene before me will be one of those unforgettable moments where, even in my senility, I will remember my dreamgirl with her legs spread wide, her feet resting on two stools, and, her hands supporting her. It’s not her sweet little pussy, all puffy lips and dripping arousal, or her agitated, exhaling chest. The undisguised look on her face rips out my guts and fills the hollowness with glowing peace.
She’s looking at me with burning want radiating from her skin like steam.
The look I thought I’d never see.
Samia got under my skin long ago and dug until she reached the bone.
“The marble is cold, Kian.” She trembles, color staining her cheeks like she’s scandalized. Her nipples are pebbled to two hard stones.
I scoop up the fluffy towel. “Butt up, baby.” She lifts a few inches, and I slide it underneath to protect her delicate skin.
Something rips inside my chest as I stare at the delicious offering.
The man is gone and replaced by a feral fucking animal.
I can’t resist the urge to touch her, so I gently caress her thighs. Her skin is soft as she trembles, and when I move my fingers into the apex where her leg and pussy meet, Samia moans, and her lips fall open. Those pretty eyes shine with lust.
Another invitation I take like a monster, rushing in to kiss those lips until her minty taste stains my tongue.
She’s so perfect for me, and I can’t get enough of her sweet taste to satisfy me.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” I ask against her lips. Her eyes are already wild-looking, a mix of anticipation, arousal, and worry. The scent tastes good on my tongue.
I press my thumbs in again, and Samia whimpers.
“What does being good mean?”
“You’ll do everything I say.”
She smiles and slays me. “I guess we’ll see how much of a good girl I can be.”
Yes, we will.
I kiss her fiercely until she’s weakened and so fucking sweetly clinging to my t-shirt, punishing us both for waiting this long. The hold on my frustration that’s taken herculean efforts to keep in check springs free, and there’s no way I can restrain myself now.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, trailing my lips down her neck until I can latch around a puckered nipple. When I’m done with that one, I switch to its twin and suck harder until Samia loses her hold on the marble countertop and grabs my hair, holding me in place for more. I deliver more until my hunger tears substantial chunks out of me, and I rush my mouth between her open legs.
Between my ferocious eating kisses, I hear Samia’s garbled noises that sound like she’s praying to god.
“My good girl, not His,” I tell her, prying her hidden clit out of its cave with my lips so I can suck the bud hard enough she nearly tears my hair out of my scalp. Ah, fuck, my cock aches, throbbing inside the sweatpants, demanding satisfaction like an impatient motherfucker.
“Make your good girl come, then.” She dares test me in her desire-dripping voice. I growl and tongue fuck Samia deeper.
She wants my touch? My imprint is now all over her. My hands span her waist as I lean in, inhaling her aroused scent, having the best breakfast a man as lucky as me could ever want. And when she shatters with an orgasm, it’s while my tongue is deep in her pussy, and my thumb is plucking at her clit like I’m a violin virtuoso.
Her climax is a thing of beauty as she cries out with her neck arched to the ceiling, and I feel every shudder going through her body. Pinning Samia in place is almost a punishment as I force her to take more of my feral kissing, but I eventually come to a stop, dropping worshipping kisses to the place I’ve made tender. After I’ve trailed kisses up her trembling stomach, between her breasts, it’s Samia who knocks the breath out of me when she fastens onto my hair and smashes her lips to mine.
My dirty girl wants to taste herself in my mouth? I feed her licks of her honey until she moans and gyrates on the island. Bringing her hand between my legs, I grind my thick cock into her palm, and she squeezes her fingers around my length until stars burst behind my eyelids and grunts are forced up my throat.
I need her so badly.
But the need for more of her cries can’t be bypassed, and I pull her off the island. She shrieks at the sudden movement, but I’ll let nothing hurt her. She lands on her feet, and the dreaminess in her eyes is another snapshot I won’t forget. Samia laughs as I steal another kiss, but then I whirl her around to face the island.
“Flatten your hands, baby, and widen your legs. Show me what belongs to me.”
Listen to me, possessive bastard. But there’s no point hiding what I am where she’s concerned.
She’s all panting breaths and quivering limbs but follows my instructions beautifully, and my eyes roll into my skull with pleasure. One day soon, I’ll test out all her limits to see how far I can push my girl into doing as I say.
She’s purringly aroused, yielding, and all mine.
Not an inch of her back goes untouched by my hands and mouth, and neither does her rounded ass when I squeeze and pull her cheeks apart to stare at her puffy pussy lips. Her climax has dribbled out and now coating her inner thighs, and I use that lubricant to soak my fingers when I ride them between her legs from behind, cupping her pussy. From the front, with my other hand, I find her clit.
“Oh, yeahhh.” She exhales hard, and I smile against Samia’s shoulder blade. She looks back at me, and her carnal eyes slay me open.
“That feels good, baby?” I ply pressure from both sides, and Samia’s gaspy breaths are the music I chase.
“Yeah, oh, god, yes,” she takes breaths, leaning forward on her elbows, bowing her back in the middle, and pushing back on me with her ass up in the air. If I had a spare hand, I’d be taking photos of her right now to capture how sexy she is.
“You feel incredible.”
She whimpers at my praise, and I test that out some more as I nibble on her shoulder and slide two fingers into her quivering pussy, knuckle deep, to find the softest, sweetest spot of all. The area that makes her jerk and call out to Jesus this time.
I need to teach my woman the only man she needs is me.
There’s nothing holy about what I’m about to do to her. How dirty I’ll make her feel.
“Your tight pussy is grabbing at my fingers perfectly, baby. You’re wet for your man, aren’t you? Getting all slicked up, ready for a perfect fuck.”
It’s like I can feel her switch turning on as she glows with the praise, and as I increase my thumb strokes on her clit, Samia reaches down and puts her fingers on top of mine, stroking together.
“Yes, I am. God, Kian, yes.”
Together, we rub her into another dripping orgasm. This time, she buries her face in the towel and cries out in great shudders while I strum my fingers over her G-spot until my girl is a soaked mess drenched down my hand.
Perfect.
“Is this the touching you wanted?” I rasp, my mouth sucking on her throat, the pulse there going wildly underneath my tongue.
“You know it is.”
She sounds half-drowsy, and a grin forms on my face as I push down my sweatpants, kicking them off both feet and then peeling the t-shirt over my head.
“I wondered when you’d get rid of your clothes.” She passes over her shoulder while I lap her taste from my fingertips. I’m not a stupid man to waste a drop. Although I’ve had her coming in my hand and mouth, she still looks bashful when she sees what I’m doing and quickly averts her eyes.
My shy little girl. I’ll soon remedy that, and I bring her face around so I can trace my middle finger, the one that had been fucked the deepest inside of her only moments ago, over her bottom lip.
Samia’s pupils dilate to the blackest disks as I lean in and lick her lip clean. I revel in feeling her shudder.
“Mmm, fucking delicious, baby.”
I want to get into her body until she has no idea where she starts, and I finish. I won’t be fully satisfied until I own every thought Samia has, every emotion, and all of her future.
It’s a barbaric, outdated thought, and I don’t filter it out with civility because there’s no decency in my touch as I drop a loving kiss to the tip of her nose and then spin her around to face the countertop again. My knee knocks her legs open at an indecent angle. Samia grunts, but she gracefully lays her cheek on the towel, and I catch her watching me. It’s a sensual rush to see my filthy thoughts mirrored back as I notch my cock against her dripping entrance, digging my fingers into her delicate hipbones. It’s all I can do not to rut her like an animal.
“Do you want this?” I ask, easing an inch inside her pussy, feeling the way she tries to lure me in with pulsing flutters. It’s the only respectable thing I have left in me to ask because the very second she breathes out, yes, I slam inside her in one glorified thrust until she’s taken all my inches. If she hadn’t been so pliable and soaked, I would have had to work a lot longer to get in because, goddamn, she’s as tight as a mechanical vise, and stars pop behind my eyelids while the hottest pleasure of my life attacks me. The pressure builds in my balls. The need to empty in her is shaking my foundations.
To delay my climax like a beginner, I bite the inside of my cheek once I’m buried to the back of her. My hands slap on the island beside her head, gaining leverage for how deep I’ll fuck my girl. My mouth finds her ear, and I lick the lobe, biting down gently.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this, dreamgirl.” I share. “It’s perfect. You feel so fucking perfect already. But the way I’m about to fuck you, you’ll assume I don’t worship every inch of you.”
“Kian…what?” she exhales, confused, her eyes wild with longing as she tries to get me moving by angling her ass up higher as she goes up on her tiptoes like a temptress.
“I do. You know I fucking worship you, baby. Now ask me to fucking wreck you.”
“Oh, Jesus.”
I chuckle and bite her earlobe again. My cock is throbbing and begging for the first full ride while it’s buried in heaven, and the naughty girl that is mine contracts her pussy walls, enticing me to play dirty, shivering breathlessly.
“Everything holy has left the building, Samia. Only your man and his dick are here. Now say it.” I worship kisses on the side of Samia’s face, prepared to wait her out, but she moans and bumps back against my stomach again.
“Please fucking wreck my pussy, Kian.”
Music to my soul.
Samia moans, and I take my cues from her, even though she’s getting fucked within an inch of her life no matter what, because she’s my obsession, an addiction I won’t fight against. I’m her slave for life, and I show her how much by being a beast fucking her against the kitchen island, making her little cries echo into the cavernous high ceiling. Her magnetism has me slamming faster.
I want everything from my girl.
I want more.
My hunger for her is a physical gnaw.
It’s a ruthless, perfect fuck, made all the better when Samia partners my brutality with synchronicity, her hand reaching around to drag her nails down my forearm before she leads my arm around her front. It’s like I know instinctually what she needs from me, and I run my fingertips up between her tiny breasts and grasp my girl around the throat. She exhales the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard and becomes pliant in my hold. Her pussy flutters wildly around my cock, readying to gush her pleasure.
She grinds the heat of her ass into my stomach as I fuck her harder, each stroke longer and deeper than the last one. It’s addiction gone mad because I don’t stop pumping. My rhythm is unfettered, spurred on by Samia’s stuttered whimpers for more, begging me with her sweet tones.
Samia’s my siren, giving me the taste of heaven sweet enough to blind me when pleasure curls around my balls.
The craving for more is an unquenchable thirst, and I take her roughly, chasing her pleasure, wanting to witness her crumbling for the third time with shaking cries.
I hold her tighter, grind harder, breathing in her needy moans.
“Do you need me on your clit, too?”
“No.” she whines, “this is good, oh, god, this is so good. Kian, I’m going to…” and then she does. She comes when my cock is buried as far back into her pussy as she can take me. The hot, gushing pulses detonate me, and not even seconds later, I follow her into orgasmic bliss.
“Fuck. Fuck.” I groan, riding the pleasure until I grind one last time and roll my pelvis to a stop, leaning all my weight over her back.
“Yeah, you did.” She giggles, sounding pleased as hell, and I can only muster a smile against the back of her neck, holding her closer with an arm lassoed around her waist.
I thought I was wrecking her, but Samia has decimated me.