Chapter 32
CHAPTER 32
“Get on your knees."
I lowered myself to my knees, then looked up at him from the submissive position. He reached out a hand and pushed my wet hair off my face. I reached out, and with unsteady hands, undid the belt on his pants.
He was rock hard, his massive erection jutting against the fabric of his dress pants. I swallowed in anticipation and drew down the zipper of his pants. His huge cock strained against his boxers.
He put a hand under my chin and lifted it up, so I looked up at him. “You’re so mouthy. You know what I want to do to you when you’re so mouthy?”
“What?” I pushed his pants down over his hips. Pushing his boxers down felt like unwrapping a wedding gift.
His cock was a monster. Huge, with a girth that should have scared me. Instead, my stomach clenched in anticipation. I couldn’t wait.
“I want to fill that sweet mouth of yours with my cock until you choke. ”
Yes. Me, too.
He kicked off his pants. I grabbed the base of him, my fingers not even coming close to wrapping around it. I pulled it down towards me and drew the tip of him into my mouth. Salty pre-cum leaked out of him, and I shut my eyes and moaned, sucking more of him into my mouth.
“Oh, yeah.” His hand rested on the back of my head, his fingers gathering my wet hair into a makeshift ponytail. “Your mouth feels so fucking hot.”
I worked him over like a professional. My hand pumped the base of his cock while my mouth sucked and my tongue swirled.
“That’s it.” He groaned. “You can take more of me into your sweet mouth. You know you can.”
I strained my jaw, taking more and more of him in until I was almost choking. His strong hands held my head while his hips slowly pumped, pushing himself deeper down my throat.
I moaned, my eyes on his face. Loving this. Why did I love this so much? I wanted more. I wanted to swallow him up. I wanted all of him. I couldn’t get enough.
My whole body trembled in lust. I squeezed the base of his cock harder, massaging his balls gently with my other hand, loving the feeling of his heavy, rigid length gliding against my tongue.
He tugged on my hair, pulling me back. My eyes remained on his face, as my mouth sucked harder, trying to keep him in my mouth, but he tugged himself free.
I eyeballed his cock as it bobbed tantalizingly in front of my face. I strained against his hold on my hair, trying to bring him back into my mouth.
“Stand up,” he demanded.
I didn’t move fast enough for him, and his hands shifted beneath my arms, easily lifting me to my feet. I was weak with lust. So drugged from need that I almost couldn’t stand.
Two big hands pushed my wet hair off my face. “Beth.”
“Yeah?” My eyes clung to his hot gaze .
He was breathing hard, but he easily lifted me up in his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist and my arms wrapped around his thick neck. I gasped when my back hit the cool shower wall. “Tell me you’re on the pill.”
“I am.”
He put his hand between us, positioning himself at my entrance. “I owe you some foreplay.”
I laughed and fisted his hair in my fingers. “Just fuck me already.” My head went back, hitting the wall when he slowly began to push into me.
Yes, oh, yes.
Sensations sparkled up my spine as my body opened to accommodate his enormous length. Our foreheads met, both of us breathing hard when he pushed balls deep inside me.
“I’ve had a fucking hard on since the day I first saw you.” His mouth moved against mine. I opened my mouth, and we kissed wildly. Sucking and tasting like our lives depended on it.
I lifted my head. “Since the christening?”
He grew even bigger inside me. “No, before that.”
I froze. “Before?”
He stared into my eyes. “I saw you when I landed in New York. Jackson picked me up and dropped Theo’s bag off to Emily. You were there.” He kissed my neck, just below my ear. “So carefree, and so fucking hot.” His rough hand gripped my thighs, running his nails against the sensitive skin. “All legs, begging me to spread them and claim your tight pussy as mine.”
I couldn’t process this, especially with his cock buried deep inside of me.
His teeth grazed my earlobe. “And the christening… the entire time the minister talked, I was doing math equations in my head, trying not to embarrass myself with a raging hard-on.”
I pulled my head back, looking into his eyes. “Are you serious? Why?”
His fingers dug into my ass, lifting me up, and then he was thrusting into me. Yes! God, yes! I clung to his shoulders, tightening my legs around his ass for more leverage.
“First it was your shoes. Those insanely high heels.”
I moaned as he pumped deeper into me. Sensations shot up my back, as every nerve screamed with pleasure. “My shoes?”
“And then it was your scent. Enveloping me. All I could smell was your perfume. You smelled so good my dick was instantly hard.”
His rhythm was perfect. Hard and fast. Driving his big cock into me with a perfect, relentless force that liquefied my insides.
I clung to him. “You barely spoke. And you were so cranky.”
He gave a breathless laugh. “I didn’t want to date you. I wanted to fuck you. Senseless.”
“Faster,” I begged. “But you only stared at me.”
He began to pump harder. My back slammed against the slippery wall. I could feel my insides tighten around him, creating an almost unbearable friction.
“I was undressing you. Imagining putting my cock in your mouth. Pushing my tongue between your legs. Wondering if you tasted as sweet as you smelled.”
My core quivered as my orgasm roared towards me. I tried to hold it off because I needed to hear this. “That’s what you were thinking about?”
“I was thinking about how I wanted to drag you off to the nearest washroom, pull down your panties, shove up your skirt and put my hand over your mouth while I buried my cock deep inside of you.”
“Oh, God.” My eyes squeezed shut as a tingling started up the back of my legs. “You should have. Why didn’t you?”
He laughed harshly. “You think you would have liked that? What would you have done if I had leaned you over the bathroom counter and fingered you until you came all over my hand? Would you have screamed? Gasped? Spread your legs wide open so I could properly fuck you?”
My orgasm jerked through my body. I felt my entire core clamp around him, and then I was convulsing. Thrashing in his arms as I came undone with the most intense orgasm of my life.
“That’s it.” He crushed me in his arms, not giving me any time to recover. He intensified his movements, pounding into me. I felt like a rag doll, impaled by his huge dick, being fucked senseless.
I squeezed him tighter, barely hanging onto my sanity when he shouted something indecipherable. He jerked up into me, again and again, streaming his release into my body.
I panted. I was completely spent. My head on his wet shoulder, I clung to him, digging my fingers into his biceps. I could feel his deep breaths against my cheek as his cock twitched and moved inside me.
I unfolding my legs, and he lifted me off him. I stood in front of him on unsteady legs. He cupped my face with his hands and kissed me hard on the lips.
Without saying a word, he gently shampooed the cake out of my hair. Eyes shut, I tried to process what had happened. I tried to think, but I couldn’t. All I could do was feel.
I felt so damn good.
I moaned when he moved a soapy washcloth over my sensitive body. Then, he spent even more time, removing the shower head and rinsing my body off with tantalizing skill.
He led me out of the shower, wrapped me in a huge bath towel before swinging me into his arms. With utmost care, he laid me down on the bed.
My eyes begged him. “Don’t leave.”
“Sweetheart, that was the appetizer. I’m not going anywhere.” He dropped, naked and still wet, on the bed beside me.
I rolled onto my side and studied this beautiful man through my eyelashes.
“I need a minute.” His eyes shut. “And then we can get onto the main course.”
I laid my hand on his hard chest. “Did you mean that?”
He cracked open one eye. “Mean what? ”
“Did you really find me sexy at the christening?”
He smiled, his eyes drifting shut. “Yup.”
“But I was such a royal bitch that day.”
His smile grew wider. “That’s what made you so damn hot.”