Chapter 40
When we get back to the loft, Kelly gives Odin a treat. I swear that dog has gained ten pounds since I brought him home.
“You’re going to spoil that dog.”
“Good.” She winks at me from over her shoulder, then returns her gaze to the dog. “You could use some spoiling, huh, Odie?”
I can barely stand to watch her for one more second in that dress; as soon as the lock clicks behind us, I pull down the zipper.
We’re both done resisting. The tension is too high.
She heads toward the stairs, with me stalking behind her.
I shrug off my jacket, letting it fall to the ground, then get to work removing my cuff links. They clatter to the floor at our feet.
Kelly spins at the noise, spotting the shiny silver pieces on the floor, then begins unbuttoning my shirt with too many fucking buttons.
I loop my fingers under the delicate straps of her dress and slip them off her shoulders.
As soon as she nudges my shirt down my arms, her hands drop to her sides, and the expensive fabric pools around her ankles.
She’s left standing before me in nothing but a strapless bra that pushes her tits up and a scrap of underwear. Fucking hell.
I hook my foot around the upholstered ottoman at my side and drag it in front of me.
“Get on your knees,” I say, unzipping my pants. She kneels on the ottoman, and I stand in front of her as she frantically shoves down my boxer briefs.
“What if someone’s taking pictures?”
I squeeze the back of her neck before sliding my hand below her shoulder blades, unclasping her bra. The cups fall away as she frees my stiff and aching cock. Those piercings of hers get me every time.
“Let ’em watch.”
She wraps her fingers tight around me, stroking with a rhythm that makes my breath catch in my throat.
My palm presses to the back of her head and I force the swollen crown past her lips, feeling her tongue flick as it travels over the underside of my shaft.
She fists the base, holding me steady while she works her mouth, slow and zealous.
I groan, relishing the sight of my hard flesh disappearing between her lips.
My head falls back as I succumb to her touch.
She pops off for a brief moment. “Look at me,” she says. I meet her green eyes and can’t help but fucking smile; she’s so goddamn sexy. “It makes me wet when you watch.”
“How deep can you take me?”
She ushers my tip toward the back of her tongue.
“Deeper,” I command. Her fingers fan out over my ass, and her lids flutter closed. “Nuh-uh, I want your pussy drenched by the time I fuck you. Keep your eyes open when you take this cock down your throat.”
She stares right into my soul and swallows.
Holy shit. It sucks the air from my lungs.
My unfocused gaze finds hers again, and this time she’s wearing the hint of a wicked smile on her lips.
The corner of my mouth tilts up, and I shake my head.
“Look at you, so fucking arrogant while sucking me off. Why don’t you prove it.
Show me how good you are on your knees.”
She moans around me, accepting the challenge.
“You want to show off, Chaos?” Smirking, I give her chin a lift and guide myself deeper. “Choke on it.”
She squirms, her throat protesting, and then she retches when I hit the back. Chuckling, I say, “Aww, struggling already? I thought you wanted to demonstrate that you were more than a pretty mouth for me to fuck?”
Gripping a fistful of hair, I hold her in place for a couple seconds and enjoy the view. She relaxes her throat as much as she can. “There you go. So proud of yourself, aren’t you? Gagging and drooling like my beautiful whore.”
I release her locks, and she turns feral, clawing at my thighs. She continues to work me over, and with minutes passing like seconds, I admire the way she indulges on my thick cock.
“Fuck, is that drool or need dripping from your lips? Hard to tell when you look up at me like you’re starving.” As much as I want to come down her throat, I’ve been thinking about how tight she is for the entire ride home.
“Oh, greedy girl, just like that,” I croon. “All it takes is my dick in your mouth for you to forget how to think.” I draw back, and she whimpers. “Deep breath.”
She inhales through her nose and takes me again, gagging around me until mascara-filled tears streak over her cheeks, smudging the lovely makeup she spent so much time on.
“Christ,” I growl through clenched teeth. Her unkempt midnight hair is tousled and wild, her lips wrapped around me. It triggers a primal need to fuck every last inch of myself into her until the only name she can remember is Mrs. Teller. I’m going to lose it like this.
“Up.”
She stands, and I sink to my knees for her. “Turn around and bend the fuck over. Show me what’s mine tonight.”
She spins and I crook my fingers in the sides of her underwear, then drag them down her thighs and allow her to step out.
I press my palm to the center of her back, forcing her to bend over the arm of the sofa next to us.
She spreads her legs, giving me a delicious view, and I smack her heart-shaped ass that she’s placed at eye level.
“You went through a lot of prep to make tonight memorable,” she pants. “So did I.”
It takes a second for my brain to comprehend what she’s saying. A slow smile blooms on my lips and I press my thumb to her asshole. “Is that so? You letting me fuck you here tonight?”
I grip her cheeks and spread them, which allows me to peek at her slick, wet, and pink entrance, and the ass I’ve been dying to take. Cocking my head to the side, I slowly drag my gaze over her delicious body.
“I trust you,” she murmurs.
Trust.
It heals her words from dinner; even though I haven’t solved this problem we’re dealing with, she trusts I will—and I’ll prove her right. However, if this is what we’re doing tonight, I’m not going to do it rushed over the side of a fucking chair.
“You have such a pretty pussy.”
She moans my name like a prayer.
I wedge my face between her cheeks and skate my tongue over her clit, climbing higher to her ass. Her legs tremble and I smile. One of my favorite things about Kelly is the way she responds to my touch. My tongue traces the knot before traveling back to her cunt, dipping inside.
“Make me come,” she whines.
“Uh-uh,” I say against her, nipping at her swollen nub.
I sit back on my heels and spin her to face me, still kneeling at her feet.
“If I wanted to get you off, I could have you gushing already.” I dive between her thighs and wrap my lips around her clit, sucking.
She cries out as I take my time, and her eyes soften.
“But I’d rather watch your mind unravel as your body begs for more. ”
I flip her around again, smack her ass, and return to eating her from the back.
“You’re . . . cruel,” she says, choking out the breathy words. I keep it up until her legs lock and shake, the telltale sign she’s about to come. I’ve memorized the way she responds to my touch.
My tongue slides up to her ass again. I pull away too soon, grinning when I hear that pathetic whimper. I crack my hand across her cheeks a third time and she jumps. It’s not as rough as if she were receiving a punishment but enough to catch her by surprise.
“Why did you stop?” she asks with ragged inhales.
“Because . . .” I spit on her entrance. “It’s time for me to stretch this needy pussy until it’s dripping down my balls.”
Getting to my feet, I stand behind her, cupping the back of her neck, and shoving her face into the cushion. She twitches when my tip presses to her opening.
I fill her to the brim. “This tight little ass of yours . . .” She tries to sit up, but I hold her in place, forcing my cock deeper while she fidgets. “Is going to gorge on every inch of me tonight, but your cunt gets fed first.”
The couch rocks under us as I plunge into her from behind, with the sofa arm digging into her hips, but I keep her in place.
“You feel that?” I ask.
“So fucking good.” Her words shake with each thrust.
She gasps, clawing at the smooth leather but unable to grasp it, which only makes me laugh. I jerk her back onto me harder, burying myself to the hilt. “Look at you, folded over and helpless, your tight body knows exactly how to take me, doesn’t it?”
“Mm-hmm,” she mumbles.
My hips drive into her, rough enough to rattle the frame of the couch; every so often I slow, just for the opportunity to see her writhe with need, then slam back in with a growl.
“Say it,” I demand, fisting her hair and lifting her head up to speak. “Tell me your pussy is mine.”
“It’s yours,” she rasps.
“Damn right it is.” I push into her again. “And you’re mine to fill. Always.”
She comes without warning this time, her cunt milking me and making it difficult to maintain any control.
Before finishing with her, I pull out and wrap an arm around her waist, then toss her over my shoulder and carry her up the stairs.
I set her on her back onto the bed, part her thighs, and delve inside her again, and she fists the sheets.
Resting her right leg in the crook of my neck, I press a kiss to her inner calf and graze my teeth across her soft flesh while rolling her clit between my fingers.
When she arches her back, I get to work, making her knuckles bloom white as I play with her. She groans and clamps down around my length. Holy fuck. I suck in a breath. “There you go, sweetheart. Be a good girl and come on my cock.”
Kelly nods, her eyes desperate as she tips over the edge. I grin wide at the muscles tightening in her neck as her mouth drops open. Her messy tears from earlier are icing on the cake. So gorgeous.
Unwilling to force myself to wait this time, I withdraw and propel her legs forward before shooting ropes of cum across her pussy and cheeks with very little accuracy.