Chapter 43 Jagger #2
Slipping my fingers through her hair, I guide her onto me, nearly hitting the back of her throat and pulling back.
I don’t want to push her too fast. But I do want to take control.
Want to brand her pretty little throat with my cock so she’ll never want another man’s dick in her mouth.
The idea alone is enough to drive me insane.
Someone else touching what’s mine. What belongs to me.
“Mmm,” she hums around me. Her nostrils flare as she searches for oxygen while rubbing the base of my shaft with her hand and hollowing her cheeks, sucking the rest of me harder and harder.
“That’s my pretty Little Thief,” I rasp. I pump into her over and over again, then pull out so she can catch her breath and pay extra attention to my head. She does. Licking and kissing and nibbling along the bottom with her lips as she tilts her head to one side, peering up at me.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
“You gonna steal my cum, too?” I challenge. “Swallow it all?”
With a nod, she dives back in, sucking on my cock and swallowing around it until I swear I see stars.
Maybe it’s her magic mouth. Maybe it’s the way I feel for her.
I don’t even know, but I’ve never been closer to the edge in my life.
“That’s it, Vi. Fuck, just like that.” Her hands find my sac, and she massages my balls as tears roll down her cheeks, leaving streams of mascara in their wake.
“So fucking perfect.” My chest heaves, and my balls tighten as I force myself to slow down.
To let go of her face so she can back off if she doesn’t want to swallow my cum, despite her earlier acquiescence.
“Vi, I’m gonna come,” I warn. “You can get off, if you—”
Shaking her head, Violet continues sucking me off, over and over again, her head bobbing over me and soaking my erection in liquid velvet.
That’s what it feels like. Heaven. As my cock disappears in her pretty red mouth again and again, I press my hand against the wall behind her, ready to blow my entire load.
Balls tightening. Heart racing. Palms sweating.
“It’s coming,” I growl. “Final warning.”
She keeps up the pace, hollowing her cheeks like before and tugging on my sac with the perfect pressure.
Her mewls are like a black and white flag on a race track, and my eyes roll back in my head as ribbons of cum explode from my cock and down her throat.
“Fuck,” I grunt. With weak knees, I lean against the wall, every inch of me tensing from the tsunami of pleasure.
Violet doesn’t let up, continuing to suck on my cock as her hand disappears beneath her pretty little dress.
Her moans echo off the tile walls, and she rubs her clit, drinking up every drop of my cum like it’s the best tasting dessert she’s ever had.
And that vision? The sight of her hand up her dress and the sound she makes around my cock?
It’s better than any porno I’ve ever seen.
Seems my girl likes giving me head. The view makes my deflating dick twitch with interest. What I wouldn’t give to do it all over again. But I’m not done yet. Not even close. Pulling out of her, I grab beneath her arms, tug her up, and place her on the counter.
“My turn,” I announce.
She shakes her head. “Jagger, I’m—”
“Don’t argue with me.” I slap her hand away from her pussy and fall to my knees, shoving her skirt up until her black lacy thong is on full display.
My mouth waters as I tug her toward the edge of the counter.
I want to taste her again. I need to. Running my mouth along the damp fabric, I smile at her core, then breathe out, blowing hot air against her clit until her fingers find my head, and she threads them through my hair.
Now this is how I like to spend my evening.
“I mean, if it’s on the table, then go for it,” she decides.
I smile against her core. “I got you, Little Thief.”
Moving her underwear aside, I breathe in her musky scent, press the flat of my tongue against her entrance, and lick up toward her clit. She’s fucking drenched.
“Shit.” She writhes against me, not even bothering to be quiet.
Good. I hope she screams until her throat is raw and everyone knows exactly what we’re doing in here.
Knows I’m the one making her feel this way.
Making her fall apart on my tongue. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes,” she chants as she rides my face in the middle of the banquet hall’s bathroom.
Flicking the tip against her little nub, I push a finger inside her tight entrance, and she squeezes me, her thighs on either side of my head.
“Uh huh,” she whimpers. “Just like that. Right there.”
She lifts her hips as best she can, leaning back on her elbows until her head hits the bathroom mirror.
I suck on her pussy lips, then spread her folds again, pumping my finger in and out of her tight cunt as I worship her clit with my mouth.
Her body spasms from the onslaught of sensations, and my cock jerks in response.
“Jagger, shit. This feels so good. Keeping going. Please, keep going.”
I continue my assault, letting her pleading decide the pressure and pace as I eat her out with enthusiasm. Fuck, I needed this. Needed her. Her mouth, her pussy, her presence. I wasn’t kidding. About Violet making shit easier. And right now? Right now, I’m flying high.
Twisting her hands in my hair until I swear it’s going to be ripped out in clumps, Violet finally unravels beneath my touch, coming against my mouth.
Her legs squeeze both sides of my head, cutting off the majority of my oxygen as she smothers me with her pussy.
But damn. What a way to go. I keep licking as her muscles spasm around me, lapping at her like she’s the best damn ice cream cone I’ve ever had until finally, she pushes me away, the stimulation too overwhelming for her take.
Shoving her hair away from her face, she rests the back of her head against the mirror, her chest rising and falling in an unsteady pattern.
“Holy shit,” she breathes out. As her thighs fall limply open, I lift my head and take her in.
Rumpled skirt. Flushed expression. Uneven breaths.
She looks thoroughly fucked and perfectly gorgeous in her post-orgasmic haze.
Brushing her messy hair away from her face again, a light blush on her cheeks, she repeats, “Holy shit.”
With a laugh, I stand, situating her underwear back into place and tugging down her skirt until she’s fully covered, no matter how much I’ll miss the view of her perfect pussy I just devoured.
I needed this. I needed her. Leaning against the counter, I close my eyes, savoring the quiet of my mind.
When I walked into this bathroom, I felt like it would never dissipate.
The anger. The noise. But with Violet’s taste still on my mouth, I can’t help but feel… lighter. Free.
“You okay?” she whispers.
Opening my eyes again, I cup her cheek, commanding her full attention. “Thank you,” I murmur.
She quirks her brow. “Shouldn’t I be thanking you?”
“You didn’t have to follow me in here. I threw a fit like a toddler—”
“Your dad’s an ass.”
“I know, but it doesn’t excuse my actions.”
“Well, if they’re followed by this,” she motions to the bathroom, “I think I’ll forgive you.”
With a laugh, I help her clean up and adjust her dress back into place, then kiss the side of her throat. “Come on. We better get back out there.”