14. Blakely
Blakely
S pinning me, my face against the door, my backside pressed to his boner, and his taut chest to my back. He cups my pussy, and palms my left breast in his other hand. “Say it again, I dare you?”
I curve my back, pushing my ass farther against him, feeling his cock jerk against his confines. “I want you to fuck me.” The suctions he performed on my clit a few days ago still tickle me when I think about him.
His teeth sink into a spot on my neck, savagely nipping it.
“Mmm,” I softly moan when his teeth graze me across the neck and find another spot to mark.
He tugs at the barbell piercing my nipple between his fingers parallel to rubbing my pussy over my clothes.
This thrilling combination heightens the desire that pools low in my core and sets my body ablaze.
Drawing a line to my ear with his tongue, he licks and sucks my earlobe, giving it a little bite before he moves to the other side and does exactly the same. “You remember your safe word?” he whispers in my ear.
“Yes…” I take a shaky breath. “It’s Grinch. ”
“Good. Or tap twice—”
“Anywhere on your body,” I finish his sentence fast, needing to feel his mouth against my skin again.
Nibbling my sensitive flesh once more, he rolls his tongue over the bruise he created.
Time stops around me, the beating of my heart echoing in my ears along with the sounds his mouth creates against my skin. My delicate moans resonate as the pleasure jolts through my body, rippling in pleasant currents and arousing me.
He spins me to face him again by my pussy, and my back clashes with the harsh wooden door while his fingers glide along my slit, feeling the wetness that sticks to my sweats.
My clit pulses rapidly when I watch him unzipping his jeans.
He takes my hand with his and slides us underneath the waistband of his boxers. My eyes are glued to his. I don’t need to look down and see his size, I feel the weight of him in my hand, the thickness of him inside my palm, and the veins tickle my fingers as I curl them around him. I stroke him twice and he groans. It’s a needy groan but also angry. His face darkens, and his lips hover above mine, nostrils flare while the muscle in his jaw rolls.
We both stay silent, letting the charged energy wire us both. He strokes himself slowly, relieving some of the pressure with my hand, and we move in unison, rubbing his cock over and over again.
He fans my face with his hot breaths, pulling down his sweats enough for his throbbing cock to bounce out. Fully erect and long.
My eyes grow heavy, underwear soaked, I lick my lips when our eyes meet again. Locked and loaded.
My fingers are coated with beads of his precum, I dart my tongue out and swipe it along my tongue in one motion, swallowing him down my throat.
He strips me with his eyes and then starts to disrobe my clothes and chuck them on the floor. Giving my heavy breasts a firm squeeze, he withdraws. On the last piece of fabric that separates him from viewing me naked, he tucks his finger under the waistband of my underwear, grazing it against my pussy slowly. With a fast tug, he pulls it down, crouching as it reaches down—pool at my feet.
He tosses my shoes aside, kissing my knees one by one and urging me to lift my legs as he removes the underwear and chucks it onto the pile.
Rising back up, “Beg for it,” he orders with a wicked grin.
“Make me.”
Nonchalantly, he pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, tucks one between his lips, and lights it.
Everything he does is in fucking slow motion.
My tongue traces the shape of my lower lips before my teeth bite it.
This is torture.
I fixate on his full lips, drawing a pull as he blows a cloud of smoke that covers my breasts. I enjoy the warmth of his breath mixed with the smoke on my skin and my nipples pucker up as he does it a second time—intentionally.
The ache they bear is insufferable. I want him to use my barbell and pinch my other nipple yet I do it myself and moan, pretending it’s his hands running all over me in my head.
He fills the space around me with more smoke. “How are you feeling, Blakely, like getting on your knees, begging? Feeling my hands replacing yours?” When he swirls his tongue over the lip ring my pussy clenches around nothing and I coo.
I swallow hard, watching him walk backward until he sinks onto the edge of the bed.
“Please!” my words come out desperate, sharp yet breathy.
He yanks me to him in two strides, situating me on the bed with my head hanging over the edge, and latches his fingers around my jaw roughly. As I lie on my back his roughness cloaks me. Cock in hand, he gathers my hair in his fist and pulls it down before he pokes my lips. “Open up, baby, you seem eager to taste me so start sucking.”
He is so fucking rude and demanding—it’s intoxicating.
Parting my lips, I stick my tongue out and he shoves himself inside till I gag around him as he continues to pull my head back and forth to his liking—not giving a damn whether I need a minute to breathe.
Drool leaks from the corners of my mouth, soaking my hair and the sheets.
My eyes burn and sting with more tears as my mouth is being used repeatedly. He rolls his hips rhythmically, his thrusts captivate my body, and wetness streaks slide along my inner thigh.
“Finally, I shut your smart mouth with my cock, you little slut.”
Up and down, my head bounces around his cock. Pleasure takes hold of my body as the sensation travels through me.
His fingers tighten on my hair, burning my scalp. Forcing more of his cock down my throat, I gag on it, battling for a sniff of oxygen while my lungs seize.
“Breathe through your nose.” His raspy voice pulls me out of the momentary panic and I do just that, I breathe.
He hits the back of my throat, and my gag reflex works endlessly before he wraps my hair around his fist tightly and tugs at it. He clasps his fingers around my throat, growling at the feel of him inside me.
My ears perk up to the slurping sound that goes in and out in perfect sync with my fingers lapping around my clit.
A muffled whimper vibrates around his cock and it arouses me so goddamn much that I can’t control myself and I start humming.
“F-fuck,” he groans and slams into my throat, “Just like that.”
My lips are stretched wide, causing my jaw to ache as he pumps inside my mouth repeatedly. My swollen clit craves the same treatment and begs for him to taste my arousal.
“Keep touching yourself.” His voice is nearly a whisper. “Come with me.”
For a moment I look up at him, questioning his words. I touched myself but had no intention of making myself come .
“Do it,” he commands.
When I realize he’s being serious, I let my fingers run along my slit and massage my wet pussy. I rub every spot I touch and grind against my hand.
He grabs my throat, slamming inside my mouth, and smacking his balls against my face. I slip two fingers within my walls and match my pumps to his.
The rhythm is divine, being invaded like this and feeling pleasure in two places at once pushes me off a cliff straight into the ocean. I come hard, groaning as it rips me apart. The vibrations cause his cock to pulse inside me, with a couple more eager thrusts he unloads in my mouth and I swallow his salty cum, savoring the taste of him with each drop.
He pulls out to shoot the last spurts of cum on my tits and smear it all over them. With what is left on the crown of his head, he smears on my lips.
“Taste me again,” he rasps, grinding his teeth.
I swirl my tongue around him once more, coaxing a low growl that trembles his chest.
“You look stunning with my cum all over you.”
He extracts a bag of gummy bears and fruit roll-ups out of his pockets and tosses them on the bed. “For later, I got them before I went for a ride.”
Did he have plans before he got jealous and came after me?
Pulling me onto my feet, he strips before me. Insatiable eyes pierce through mine as he climbs on the mattress—naked. His taut body is a work of art painted in ink.
“Make yourself come on my hand. That’s your kink, isn’t it?”
Nodding to confirm, I crawl to bed. My breasts spill down, covered in his cum as I suck my lips that taste like him inside my mouth.
My hand runs over his narrow waist, lightly squeezing his strong and chiseled chest.
I inspect his thick hand, raving in the silky feel of his veins under my fingertips as I trail a line along his tatted arm. A ravenous curve tugs at the corner of my mouth. Needing to dig my nails into his skin, I drag them over a speck of flesh, creating tiny dents. He slightly winces to the pain but groans and signals me to continue with a reassuring nod.
Now it burns within me, I want to sink my teeth into his skin, make my own marks.
I lift his arm closer to my mouth and graze my teeth over his forearm, licking a line toward his palm, I continue to suck his finger in my mouth one by one. Bathing in the feel of his warm skin and the sound of pleasure exiting his seductive lips.
I assess him closely; what he likes and finds pleasurable.
Swirling my tongue across my lips, I stare at him, piercing his eyes through mine.
I flick my eyes down, and his hard cock throbs again, begging to be fucked. I smirk, affecting him like this turns me on even more.
I carry on to suck a speck of skin on his neck until it bruises and when I’m done, I pin his arm on the mattress, forcing him to lie down. As I fix my legs around his forearm and descend, my hips roll and I grind my pussy. Up and down. I smear my arousal on his skin. The sensual thought breaks a moan out of my heaving chest.
Fuck.
Losing myself like that feels so good. So liberating.
“Don’t come,” he warns, “Not until I tell you to.”
I hum in approval, increasing the way I fuck his arm.
In circles, my hips move as if I move them to the rhythm of a song. A calculated rhythm that ignites a fire in my core and tightens my muscles until I groan for release. Interlacing my fingers with his, my body reaches that climax. It builds and builds.
Meadow doesn’t lie quietly. His fingers roam over the curves of my ass that is near his face, squeezing and slapping my flesh with his addicting touch.
“Please,” I gasp the word out, almost crying. “I need to come.” My body tightening in desperation to reach that climax he holds hostage from me.
“Not yet, draw it out a little more,” he responds while my body is ready to explode as he starts licking and biting my butt cheek.
My clit is swollen, pounding like a drum as my hips weaken, needing that release. I don’t stop, pouring all my arousal on his arm, covering his tender skin with my scent.
“Tell me what you want to do to me.” I attempt to urge him.
He groans behind me. “Give me a few more laps, baby.”
When I hear that word, I grind a few more times before a loud moan swallows me and I feel that orgasm building up inside me .
“Like how fucking horny my hand is making you, huh?” The deep timbre of his voice engulfs me.
His free hand caresses my back, creating tremors through my body.
A breathy sound resounds from the dip in my throat.
“Tell me,” he demands, “How does my hand make you feel?”
“High.” I pant. “It makes my brain tingle in all the right places. It makes my skin prickle with excitement.” The words fly past my lips.
“Then fuck my hand harder, shower me with your orgasm, Blakely, come on my fucking hand.”
My name sounds so delicious when his raspy voice spills it out like that and I come. The orgasm rips through me and I ride it until I’m done.
“Ride my face.” He doesn’t skip a beat when he immediately orders me what to do next.
With fucking pleasure and eagerness, I crawl on top of him. Propping my legs on each side of his face and leaning my arms forward against the mattress, I drop on his mouth and grind against his tongue.
The lip ring flicks against my clit and creates a seductive friction that motivates me to go faster.
I don’t care if he suffocates, I’ll enjoy this night as much as possible. If he is merciless, so am I. But he likes it, I can tell. As my body glides along his tongue, groans of pleasure ascend from him and fill the space. I can’t stop mine either as I roll my hips with unrelenting force .
“Eat my pussy, Meadow.”
In an instant, his hands grip my hips and still my movements as he holds me in place and vacuums an orgasm out of my pussy. The way he sucks my clit is brutal and when he clamps his teeth around it, I see white spots clouding my vision.
The light strokes of his lip ring make my clit pulse fervently.
As he continues, his fingers skim over my breasts, tease and pinch my taut nipples a couple of times before he squeezes them between his hands, massaging them.
A loud moan rips out of my chest as I come hard in his mouth, clamping my thighs around his face as I ride the waves of pleasure once more.
He wraps his hand around my waist and flips us, his face buried in my pussy as he licks it slowly and gazes at me with devilish eyes. Grabbing the bag of gummy bears, he takes one, smears it along my cum, and shoves it in my mouth. “Taste how fucking thrilled you are.”
The flavors explode against my taste buds and flare through me when he takes the water bottle from the nightstand, pours a few drops into his hands, and softly drops them on my belly. When the water encounters my skin, the coolness makes my breath catch in my throat as it slithers and wets the sheets.
I’m reminded of what he did to me the other night that made me squirt and wet the sheets.
The sensual way his tatted hands caress my thighs diverts my attention. He trails the valley of my breasts before he jerks my leg toward him and drapes it over his hip.
I lie on my side, pressed against him and wide open for him to do whatever he pleases.
Massaging my clit with his middle finger delicately, he draws relaxing patterns over my arousal and I softly moan as the knot in my core tightens once more.
“Mmm.”
“What a slut you are to my hands, baby, can’t control yourself knowing what these hands look like and what they can do.”
“Yes…” I drag the word as he becomes rougher.
“You want to come so bad, beg for it?” he growls into my ear, “Beg. For. It.”
“God, ahh-ah.” My swollen clit hurt so fucking well as the pleasure captures me under its claws.
“Not god.” The warning in his voice is potent. “Say my name.”
“Meadow,” I cry out as his touch becomes punishing and grip his arm as I shudder. “Fuck.”
“I’m greedy, I want to hear your little whimpers all night long. I’m going to fuck you until you shed your beautiful tears, understood? It’s me who resides in your head from now on, the way I touch you is the way that matters.”
He’s erasing everything I’ve ever known about sex.
The orgasm quakes through me and I silently answer, “Please fuck me, I need you to ruin my pussy tonight.” I have never been taken like this and I need to feel him inside me.
“I will.” He assures me with all the confidence in the world and I fucking believe him.
Taking another gummy bear and swiping it along my slit for himself. He climbs on top of me. His necklace dangles in the air between us, I stare at the twinkle in his green eyes as I clasp my teeth around the pendent, dragging his face over to me. His lips are mere inches from mine, chest heaving as he delves into my mouth with the coated gummy bear and I taste myself again with each flick, and bite.
Our tastes blend. Our desire grows.
I want to be fucked so bad it’s maddening. My pussy is soaked and my clit pounds as his cock throbs on my thigh. I run my hands over him, needing to feel, needing to dig into his skin and leave my marks.
I don’t know why it turns me on so much but it stimulates my brain.
I roll my eyes to the back of my head as it consumes me and wiggle my toes as the tingly sensation reaches them.
“Please, fuck me,” I whisper.
His mouth slithers down my neck and right over my breasts, he devours each; sucking, nipping, and caressing. My C-cup fit perfectly under his callous hands. My body arches. Every erotic touch travels straight to my clit and wrecks me.
He fixes me around him, lifting my leg higher and propping it over his shoulder. Guiding his cock to my opening, he brushes himself along my wet slit and enters me, pushing deeper and deeper.
We both gasp as his thick cock invades me and I swallow him inch after inch. “Fuck. ”
He pulls back and slams against my walls in one trust, locking his eyes with mine as he watches me taking him deeper.
My breaths come out in heavy, whining pants.
Fuck, I need this.
He is not gentle. His fuck is brutal and he bangs my gut with no remorse, making the bed creak repeatedly.
Each time he hits that sweet spot inside me and withdraws, hits it again and withdraws, that tight knot in my core is ready to snap but I still want… “More.”
“You fit perfectly around my cock, taking it like a good fucking girl.”
“Right there,” I lose my mind when he drills that spot. “You feel so good,” I moan in ecstasy. “I don’t want you to stop.”
I’m so tight around him, clutching around his cock.
He quickly grabs a pillow, places it under my back, and resumes to fuck me with the same force as he locks his hand around my throat and feels my pulse, ticking to the sound of his thrusts.
We’re on the cusp of bursting together by the intense expression on his face and the way I lose myself.
“Such a needy slut, I’ll make you come more times than you can count.” He rubs my clit, increasing his hip movements and nailing himself within me.
He will ruin my pussy or cause some serious damage if he keeps this delicious torture.
“If it’s too rough for you,” he pauses, squeezing my throat tight, “Just tap out. ”
“You’re such a di—” My words die on my lips with a loud whimper when he slams his cock inside me in one swift motion, making my eyes roll like I’m being possessed.
As I shudder, he looks at me and continues to fuck me harder, “I know, baby, I know.”
That dangerous flicker in his eyes forces me to lose all my inhibitions and I scream his name. Through the thin walls, everyone inside this motel can hear me and I bet he is proud of that.
Sliding his hands around my back, he gently lifts me toward him, still pumping inside me as I recline back. “You look so fucking beautiful around my cock.” His fingers travel from my throat down to caress my breasts and twist my nipples. “I’ll make you scream louder than my exhaust.” He goes back to tightening his grip around my throat, applying doses of pressure when he sees me quivering.
Being held and touched like this, I don’t want this feeling to stop. I don’t want this high to stop. I scream as another orgasm ruptures through me. I milk his cock with each convulsion. My walls wrapped around his thickness, swallowing him until his release is buried deep inside me.
I exhale a loud breath of satisfaction, wearing a wide grin on my face.
Our mixed cum is dripping out of me as he pulls himself out and watches it. With a swift motion, one finger gathers and pushes it back inside me.
“That belongs where we just came together.” He moves the finger that was just inside me to his mouth, sucking it .
Through half-mast eyes and ragged breaths, I get hypnotized by the way his wicked eyes sparkle. I go feral for this shit, I blame the books I read in my spare time back home.
A sigh of contentment escapes my lips as I lie on the mattress. Tired.
He rises to his feet, looking around the room and before I know it jerking my leg to the edge of the bed, he connects us again in one deep thrust and lifts me to straddle his hips. I grind on his cock, needing that friction, craving the next orgasm like a wilting flower in need of water.
I’m tired but I’m kind of addicted too. I’ve never had this many orgasms during sex before and this man is a fucking demon.
He glues me to the wall of the bathroom.
“We’re doing a quick shower and then I’m fucking your ass, my cum receptacle.” He opens the faucet.
I’m delicate and dainty in his arms, back against the wall as he gently wipes the water from my face, rubbing the pad of his thumbs over my eyelashes and removing droplets of water from there too.
His soft gaze maps my features, darting all over my face.
I feel it too.
There is a wave of peace that washes over us and while my bones are weak, I feel empowered, worshiped, and safe.
“Are you okay?” traces of concern lace his deep, sensuous voice. “Did I hurt you?”
“Yes, I’m okay,” I reply softly, rubbing my thumbs along the sides of his neck in soothing circles. “No, you didn’t hurt me, you jerk,” I flash a tiny smirk at him.
He mirrors me, brushing his lips over mine, and says, “Right back at ya’.” He kisses me softly, taking my lips between his and rubbing his lip ring erotically.
Those tingles inside me buzz again.
As lukewarm water cascades down our naked bodies, his teeth dig into my neck, leaving fresh marks on my sensitive skin. He grows thicker inside me, stretching my pussy once more.
My muscles relax as the minutes float by.
“Is it possible that under all that rough exterior you’re a softy?” I ask.
He covers my mouth with his large palm and pulls my hair hard enough that I hiss. “Is it possible that under all that strong appearance you just want to feel weak in someone else’s arms, even for a moment?”
My pussy clenches around him.
His eyes pursue my reaction, shimmering as identical desire as mine project.
Why is it always so passionate with him? So consuming? So enticing?
My breath mingles with his. “Possibly.”
“Probably.” He answers back.
He pins my hands over my head and thrusts inside me. I match his rapid strokes and grind against his cock, rolling my hips in circles.
I suck a speck of flesh over his elongated neck and kiss it.
The way his cock slips inside me, reaching that spot that makes my eyes roll, consumes me. He decreases the pace, taking me slow and deep, dragging out each thrust that I feel myself opening up even more. I’m aroused by something deep within. Each nerve ending feels like it’s on fire.
“Coat my cock with your cum, baby.” He growls the words in my ear before he slams his mouth to mine. I spasm out of control, swallowing him deeper and coming hard on his cock as my body lights up for the hundredth time.
Cleaning me from head to toe, he washes my hair with my pineapple-scented shampoo and sniffs it into his lungs. “You’re always walking around with that smell.”
“Is that a problem?” I arch my curved eyebrows.
“No.” He shakes his head. “Smells good.”
“Good, now wash my hair,” I whisper in his ear.
He dries my skin with a towel once we’re done and throws me back to the mattress.
“Have you been taken in your ass before?”
“No…” I hesitantly answer yet I’m not ashamed I haven’t. It didn’t feel right to me and I wanted to be ready once I did.
His eyes study mine. “Do you want to?”
“Yes.”
“Did you play with your ass by yourself?” he stares at me expectedly.
Feeling amused by this little interrogation, I respond, “I did. I have a butt plug and a dildo that I practiced with. It’s not big but enough.”
“Perfect.” He curves his eyebrow, “You have lube?”
“Yeah, inside my bag on the table. ”
Those mischievous eyes pierce through mine as he bites his lip ring—it slowly becomes my kryptonite. “Why is it in your bag, are you planning a wild ride, you little spitfire?” he returns to bed.
“Maybe, with a good audiobook and the vibrations of my bike,” I tease back.
“On all fours, face against your forearms, your ass in the air.” He commands me with all the domination a woman can ask for.
The cool liquid feels ice cold against my skin once they collide. He pours a large amount and rubs it over my taut back hole before he slips a finger inside and starts stretching me.
He removes my hair from my nape and plants a kiss that soothes my stiff bones. I’d never done it before and I’m a little nervous.
“Do you trust me?” his voice tender.
I turn my head backward to look at him, “I trust you.”
He leaves a trail of wet kisses over my spine and caresses my arm. Once again my arousal drips down my thigh as he meets my breasts and twists my barbell. It stings but I like it when he does it a couple more times.
“That’s it, open up for me.” His finger massages my thin walls, and another one slips in, I’m already feeling too stuffed as he opens me wider and lets a third finger pump inside me. Slowly. Gently. “I won’t be so merciful once I’m inside you.”
“I know.” I retort, “Were you ever merciful?”
“Nah,” I can feel him smiling behind me, “I know you can take it. ”
“I can.”
“You’re just like me.” His voice is low. I squirm and coo as he gives my hair a quick, firm tug, and runs his finger down my spine, tracing each spot slowly before his cockhead pokes my rear hole. “If it’s not rough it doesn’t count—we need to feel the fire in our bones.”
Fuck, I do.
“Fit all of me inside you,” he pushes his cock farther inside, “Both of us.”
He groans from pleasure and I moan back, feeling another object penetrating my pussy.
Involuntary, my hand grabs the sheets as I lift my upper body and look between my legs at my dildo. He pushes it into my pussy, letting it sink in deliciously before he pulls it out—covered in my arousal.
“So wet.”
I watch as they both sink inside me once again, stuffing my holes and easing their way in deeper and deeper. Tears burn in my eyes when it stings a bit because he is not small and with the dildo, it feels too much.
“It hurts.”
“It’s okay, breathe, you can take it.” He encourages.
I inhale, and as I release small trails of air, my pussy accommodates them a little more.
He starts rolling his hips and toying with the dildo back and forth and in circles.
My tightness wrapped around him in a vice grip.
“Fuck, there we go, so tight.” His cock is fully inside me when he withdraws.
In one torturous shove, he is inside again, untying the knots in my core and bathing me in pleasure unlike any other.
Testing my responses he starts slow, making sure I like it before it becomes harsher and I scream his name over and over again with each thrust. Inch after inch. He molds his fingers around my hips, imprinting his touch on my skin. He lets his hand roam downward and stroke my clit.
“Ahh, yes… f-fuck yes.” I moan, lost in the moment. I’m so full of him, just the thought makes me want to succumb. “More, you feel so good,” I’m gasping in ecstasy as the orgasm builds in my core and pushes me over the edge.
My bundle of nerves is overstimulated, I knew it wouldn’t take long with his cock fucking me, along with the dildo and the clit combo.
“You’ll feel me fucking you in your dreams.” His harsh slam burns and ignites a wounded part of me and it finally heals as a tear glides down my cheek.
I have no doubt I will. I feel violated in so many ways except I wanted it. I asked for it and he delivered.
“Fuck, fuck,” he growls and I moan while his vigorous strokes become languid as he releases his warm cum along with mine, from the most thrilling sexual experience I have ever had, then we both drift off to sleep holding each other.