Chapter 32 #2
“My sweet girl,” he growls, taking control of our rhythm a bit more, pressing himself closer to the back of my throat in a perfect give and take that has my pussy throbbing with need.
Something deep inside me loves feeling like he’s using me for his own pleasure, however fucked-up that is.
My eyes flash open as he withdraws from my mouth, a string of saliva still connecting him to my lips. He smirks down at me, his face tight with restrained control.
“Touch yourself properly, baby. I want to watch you make that needy little pussy drip down your fingers while I fuck this pretty mouth.”
He tilts my head to the side, his molten gaze taking in every inch of my face as I unbutton my jeans and slip my fingers down to my soaked panties, seeking out the warmth there.
Keeping his grip in my hair in one hand, he drags the back of his knuckles down my angled jaw with the other.
His eyes light up the moment I reach my destination, and a soft gasp graces my tongue.
He guides himself back into my mouth and groans, his breath starting to come as a labored pant. “I’m going to help you take me, okay?”
I nod, feeling my throat start to close up around him as if on cue, eyes smarting. He’s just so damn big.
“Keep touching yourself.” He withdraws again with a soft grunt. “I want you to breathe through your nose when I pull back, baby. And if it gets too much, tap my thigh twice, okay?”
“Okay,” I rasp, which morphs into a moan as I swipe my fingers over my clit and send sparks racing up my spine.
“Good, Pepper. Keep touching yourself just like that.” He angles my face again and presses into me, closer to the back of my throat than he’s been before, and I close my eyes and focus on relaxing to allow him entrance.
He slides an inch deeper and a soft torrent of curses reaches me from above when I gag softly.
We continue this way, me diligently breathing in through my nose as he pulls back, and welcoming him as he thrusts back in, my body becoming adjusted to the intrusion, each movement earning soft words of encouragement or growled curses from the man towering over me.
Each swipe of my fingers increases the ache to have that wet space inside me filled, and I try to reach it with my fingers, but my jeans are too restrictive.
I whimper when the tip of his cock breaches my throat.
“Oh fuck, Pepper, that’s my good girl, swallow for me.” His pants are harsh rips from a heaving, muscular chest.
I swallow, feeling my throat muscles squeeze around him, and earning myself another tortured groan. Excitement licks every nerve ending, my body threatening to barrel toward my release without him even touching me.
He must sense it, he must see it as he draws back and I gasp in air. “My eager girl, what do you want, Peppercorn?”
“You!” I squirm on my knees, trying again and failing to fill myself with my fingers.
He drags a thumb across my chin, gathering up the saliva that spills there with a reverent type of awe splashed across harsh features. “What do you want me to do?”
I blurt out the first thing I can think of. “I want you to use my mouth and come down my throat.”
His pupils blow, that carefully curated restraint he wears falling away as his jaw snaps shut and grinds together.
Heat prickles over my skin as he crowds my space in a flash, one large hand curling around my throat and the other still tangled in the back of my hair as he thrusts into my mouth, angling me just how he wants me.
I moan, pressing my fingers against my clit again and again as he fucks my throat with abandon, my throat closing each time into a gag as tears stream down my face.
“Oh baby, my perfect girl, look at you crying for my dick like the good girl you are.” He snarls, each snap of his hips becoming harsher, more jagged.
The words tip me over, pleasure singing across my skin as my stomach muscles lock and my teased orgasm rocks through my body, my free hand clutching at his muscled thigh as I cry out around his movements, not caring that my jaw aches or that I must be a mess.
“So beautiful.” I hear him groan as he thrusts deep into my throat, holding himself there as his cock jerks and pulses, spilling thick drops of warm cum down my throat.
I force myself to swallow as the last of my orgasm rocks my body, leaving me feeling somehow just as frustrated as before.
My vision swims and my head pounds, the lack of oxygen blackening the outer spots of my vision.
He pulls back with a grunt, allowing me to suck in air through my nose as he continues to empty himself onto my tongue, hot cum spilling over my lips.
When he pulls back completely, I swallow and instinctively reach my hand to try and cover the mess, but he stops me, his eyes burning pools of molten lava.
“Don’t hide yourself from me.”
I’m pulled up to stand, my legs wobbling like jelly snakes as my heart still pounds at a thousand miles per hour.
He devours me with his gaze, swiftly undoing the buttons on the butter-yellow eyelet shirt I wear and flinging it away.
One quick twist of expert fingers, and my bra falls away too, leaving my aching nipples begging for his attention.
“Perfect,” he whispers as he uses his thumb to gather up his cum from my chin and painting it onto my heaving breasts in long strokes. “Mine.” He gives life to the word he writes on my chest, leaving a lewd, glistening trail that feels as symbolic as a brand.
It’s base, and somehow so fucking sexy that I can hardly breathe.
“Are you so sure I’m yours to claim?” I taunt, locking into a battle with stormy eyes that wage a silent war. This feels like a dangerous game. One I can’t help but participate in.
“You’ve been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you.
” The barely growled words send a bolt of something hot and blinding through my chest. He moves quicker than I can catalogue, grabbing my hips and placing me onto the pool table, forcing me to lean back onto my hands as he strips what remains of my clothes and his.