15. Meadow
Meadow
F ondling her breast in my palm, I tug at her piercing as her fingers skim over my thickening cock. I must’ve been sleeping when I started it. My fingers crave the touch of her skin while her moans linger in the air that smells sexy and wild like us.
Her warm lips wrapped around my cockhead, urging it to erect for her, swirling her tongue around me and sliding me inside her mouth.
I groan to let her know I’m awake.
Through squinted eyes, the shadows outside creep inside the room, probably around three in the morning, if I have to guess.
She hollows her cheeks, pressing the head of my cock to the roof of her mouth and sucking hard.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. I groan loudly.
She bobs her head up and down while I fist a handful of her green hair and press her farther down my length. “Take all of it like the good girl you are,” I say in a gruff voice.
Her mouth is like a sensual temple I want to dive into again and again. I bend my legs at the knees, buck my hips up and stroke the back of her throat—her gagging sounds make me so fucking wild.
“Take it, Blakely, make me come inside your dirty mouth before I wreck your pussy.” My brain is half asleep but somehow I come up with this dirty shit we both like.
She hums, and I lose all control, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I am about to release my cum when she stops, resisting my hold and pulling away.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Shhh,” she shushes me, putting her index finger over my lips while she settles around my thighs, taking my cock in her hand and pressing it to her entrance.
A half-sleeve tattoo decorates her left hand and a few more scatter around her body. I hone in on the bow and arrow she has on her wrist, not sure what to make of it so I brush the thoughts away.
I gaze at her puffy lips that taste like me right now. “Fuck me, baby, burn me to fucking ashes, I need it.”
Desire flares in her eyes, “I know,” her soft, hoarse voice envelops me. “You said you haven’t been with anyone for over a year and I haven’t been with anyone for a year.”
“So we’re horny bastards, good for us.”
“Shhh,” she does that again.
“Is something wrong?” I hiss past her finger.
She nods sideways, using my chest to balance herself. “If something were wrong you wouldn’t have been so eager to fuck me, right?”
“I’m not eager to— ”
The words dissolve into a million particles when she drops herself on my cock.
Yes, I fucking was and couldn’t take it anymore. And now that I know what she feels like I want to imprint my cock so deep inside her that no one else would even have the chance to reach it. They will know who fucked her so good, and that she was a pathetic little mess and still wanted more.
“Fuck.” We both gasp. “Fuck.”
The mind-blowing pressure blurs everything as she starts bouncing up and down. Her breasts bounce in my palms, and my eyes encounter hers. I need you to destroy me. Make the pain go away.
Our bodies glide together.
She rocks her hips rapidly, fucking my cock nonstop, swallowing me into the depth of her. Guttural groans fly past her lips—her hoarse voice still sounds sore from a few hours ago.
I take a mental note to make sure she drinks some tea and honey later yet I’m still proud of her piercing screams.
The bed creaks loudly, sounding like it’s about to give out.
Each bounce is wilder than the previous and so fucking sexy and it makes me want to shoot my cum inside her in an instant but I hold it, letting her reach her climax too.
It feels like chaos wrapped around a tight warm embrace that sucks me right in. I can’t resist her even if I tried. I can’t stop fighting myself, fighting my cock, when all I want to do is feel her one more time.
She looks so fucking beautiful around me too. My fingers itch to feel her pulse when I wrap my palm around her throat, and she hums when I squeeze it tight.
My marks cover her sun-kissed skin, beautiful reminders of all the moments we shared last night.
I’ll do anything to watch her come. I stare at the pleasure that washes all over her face when she tosses her head back, parts her lips, and closes her eyes, enjoying every part of her release while I enjoy watching her.
She is such a voluptuous woman in bed.
Touching someone after so long makes me feel redeemable—the guilt I felt when Michael died ate away at my heart but I know I couldn’t have stopped it. I needed something to cure me, a delicious medicine that would pull me back from that horrible pain I was trapped in this past year.
I know sex isn’t the answer but it helps.
For the first time in a long time, I have a true sense of peace.
My groans turn into growls as she tiredly pushes me into an orgasm and I still her movement.
“Keep it loud, Meadow.” She challenges.
I glance up in surprise. If she’s referring to me, I’d be happy to. If she’s referring to her, she should know she will scream and cry when I’m done.
“Don’t worry you will hear me,” I twist my hand around her back, glide my body down, and flip us. Fixing her ass to face me, I shove her face to the pillow and angle my cock against her entrance. “And as for you, I want your screams to top the engines outside and your tears to cover the sheets.” I enter her pussy from behind in one deep thrust, rattling her bones.
I grow harsher and louder with each pound, the hinges of the bed sound like they are about to be game over pretty soon but I don’t stop. I fuck her harder, and deeper. I give her everything I’ve got.
“Oh my… ahh.” We groan from the bottom of our throats. “Mmm… yes… f-fuck.”
Strangling her a bit as I lift her head, I bite her shoulder and kiss it when another mark forms.
Her walls are tight and warm, and soaking wet, coating my cock with her juices. I pull her back by her hair, fix my position, and drive inside her until the bed makes a screeching sound and smacks the floor all at once.
“Oh shit.” I carry on and announce, “Brace yourself because I’m not stopping.”
I fuck her until she cries out from pain and pleasure. Her tears spill down her cheeks as her body shatters for me. She’s so fucking gorgeous, I can’t look away. Her pussy has a vice grip on my cock, caging me till we taint the sheets with our desire.
Panting heavily, I pull out shooting the last jets of cum on her ass, and rub it all over her rounded cheeks, groaning to myself at the sight when I’m done.
I toss myself beside her while Blakely moves around, grabbing something. When I avert my gaze from the ceiling, she gathers our mixed cum on a fruit roll-up and hands it to me, “Early breakfast.”
“Who are you?” I’m fucking stunned and she keeps knocking me off my feet with her sassy attitude and kinky heart.
I inch closer, wrapping my mouth around her fingers; around the fruit roll-up, letting my tongue brush against her as I take it inside my mouth.
We taste so fucking good, I chew everything and swallow it down.
She leans forward, pushing me against the mattress. She rolls her tongue, licking the sweat off my abs, and plants wet kisses while her eyes peer at me.
Crawling on top of me, her face almost reaching mine and when she is close enough my teeth bite together with a snap, pretending to bite her face. Yet I do her cute nose.
“You’re so beautiful.” I comb my fingers through her disoriented hair, staring at her dreamy, post-orgasmic expression.
“Then fuck me, again.”
“Do you want to die?” I quip.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” she flashes a sly grin, slapping my chest playfully, “Even though I’m a mess.”
“I think after all that you’re allowed,” I reply in a low, calm tone.
“It was perfect.“ She makes the P pop and grins with a tad of sheepishness.
“Let’s get back to sleep,” I cuddle her when she drops her tiny body atop me and shuts her eyes.
We said one night.
We have until the morning rays of light cease our agreement. Then, it’ll be over.