51. Anna
CHAPTER 51
Anna
“ I don’t think that’s a wise idea.” Reign’s tone was serious. He joined me in the kitchen and placed his hands on my shoulder pivoting my body to face him.
“Why not?”
“Why would you put yourself in danger of getting sucked back into that hellacious life when you could stay here with me?”
“I said we ,” I emphasized the word as his blue eyes met mine. “We would go together. I want to know if the cult is back up and running. Who knows how many more girls like me they are doing this to.”
Reign actually rolled his eyes at my words. “I don’t care about other girls, vixen; I only care about you.”
He pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. My eyes fell shut as I lost myself in his embrace. The touch gave way to passion as he slid me up on his kitchen counter. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved a single thing on this earth.” His voice kicked up a steady pulse in my clit.
He wore nothing but sweatpants, and I was in nothing but his t-shirt. My thighs spread as I thrusted my soaking core forward, desperate for any part of him to penetrate me. The glint in his eyes told me he was ready for me too. He slithered down my body, finding home between my spread legs. He blew on my aching pussy, sending my thighs snapping shut around his head.
I was desperate for him yet again.
His hot mouth closed over me, sucking my clit into his mouth. His tongue flicked across the hard bundle of nerves almost violently until I was thrusting against his face, desperate to take more of his tongue. The counter was coated in my arousal, covering his face as I gushed down his throat. I cried out his name, the word burning past my lips in ecstasy. His tongue dipped inside my entrance as he looked up at me.
“You,” I watched his tongue lick cum from my pussy. “Taste,” another slow lick coated in white fluid. His eyes rolled back as he swallowed. “Luscious.” He stared into my soul as he closed his mouth over my pussy one last time before shoving his t-shirt off of me.
My body twitched needy for his cock.
He shoved his sweats down, and his dick sprang to attention. I barely had a moment of preparation before he was sinking into my heat. The sensation of him pounding his massive cock into me was almost too much to bear. His teeth collided with mine as he kissed me like it was the last time he ever would. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, moving in tandem with his hips.
I bit his lower lip until he hissed, gasping at the pain. His hazy eyes looked down at me as he railed me harder on the counter.
“Your pussy will be fucking ruined for anyone.” He hardened impossibly more inside of me. “I wanna fuck you until you’re too swollen to move.”
Each slide of his cock inside me sent waves of pleasure thrumming through my body. Like I was the only language he spoke and he was fluent in it. Fluent in pulling orgasms from me. The next one tore through me blindingly. Leaving me feeling like I was floating on air. Stars swam in my vision as my pussy clenched and throbbed around his cock, reaching new depths inside of me. Screams ripped from my throat, and I buried my hands in his hair as he continued his assault. I’d never felt so full. I’d never felt so good in my entire life.
His fingers met my pulsing clit. I leaned back on my palms and threw my head back. “Oh fuck, Reign,” the expletives shot out of my mouth of their own accord. “You feel so fucking good inside of me.”
“My vixen has a dirty fucking mouth.” He grinned against my bare breast that shook with every motion of his cock moving inside of me. “You need to be punished.”
His body left mine with an obscene wet pop. He slid me and my juices off of his kitchen counter shoving me to my knees. They hit the hard floor with a crack right as the head of his cock pressed against my lips. He shoved between them, scraping my teeth as the shaft barged down my throat. My diaphragm begged for air as I inhaled deeply through my nostrils eager to take his entire length.
“Such a good little vixen.” His hands gripped the back of my skull as he pounded his cock in my mouth. I could taste my pussy on him. I could smell the scent of my cum as his balls slapped my chin explicitly. “Choke on this fucking cum.” He grunted. “I’m gonna paint your fucking throat with it.”
Right on cue, his cock throbbed. Stretching me until the corners of my mouth started to tear. The sting of the cuts tore through the ecstasy I felt leaving me writhing in need of more. My hands slapped against my pussy rubbing hard circles into my clit. It was a wet fucking mess between my legs as I came again. I moaned against his dick that filled my mouth inexorably.
His orgasm seized his body. Convulsing and twitching in me as thick hot ropes of cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed every bit as it trickled down the tight airway, riding my fingers until they were sopping wet, slipping out of me with each thrust of my hips.
“Fuck,” he dragged out the word letting out little gasps of breath that turned me on. My nipples hardened as I sat on my knees looking up at him as his cock slipped from between my lips. “I love coming in your throat almost as much as I love filling your pussy.”
We both caught our breath as a string of cum glossed my lips. He knelt down to my level and kissed me, lapping up the taste of our love. I slid my hands up his neck as the carnal urge to mark him as mine came over me. I tilted my head, deepening the kiss until he looked at me with lust-induced pleasure.
“Open,” I whispered, grasping his beautiful face in my hands.
His pupils were blown in his eyes making him look unhinged and all mine as he did what I asked. The power he gave me in the smallest moments meant everything to me.
Saliva moistened my tongue as my body readied itself. I traced his lips with phantom kisses before spitting in his mouth. The thick spit connected us for a brief moment as his eyes rolled back swallowing the taste of me.
“Anna,” his voice was a low rumble.
Tremors ran up and down my spine, fear and excitement danced through my limbs. “Yes Reign?” I breathed the words out.
“I’m gonna fuck your little cunt again.”