Chapter 28 #2
Gripping her hair tighter, I angle her neck upward so that she’s looking at me. The sight of my cock sliding in and out of her perfect lips has my balls aching and my eyes rolling into the back of my head for a second as I slide so deep that her throat threatens to close around me.
“Fuck,” I curse. “Feels so good.”
My lower back begins to tingle, and even though I know I should pull out, I don’t want to.
“Tighten those lips around my cock while I fill your throat full of cum,” I choke out. “Show me how much you love the taste of it. Don’t waste a fucking drop.”
Her lips tighten and her own hips buck slightly, desperately in need of her own release.
I’d demand her to stop, but I can’t find the words because I’m too lost in how hard I’m about to come.
My balls draw up so fucking tightly that my head spins, and even though my vision grows blurry, I fight to watch her finish me off.
Because there’s nothing prettier than that.
My body convulses, shuddering as my dick explodes into her mouth. Her throat works to swallow me down, and the sensation alone makes my orgasm go on for even longer.
When I’m finally finished, my body jerking one last time, she slides her mouth down the length of my cock. Stopping at the tip, without even being asked, she swirls her tongue around me.
“You’re so good to me, baby.” I tremble. “So fucking good to me.” I try to catch my breath, my head still feeling light as I run my hand through her hair. “You earned my cock. You earned every fucking inch.”
While she’s looking up at me, I peel my jeans and briefs the rest of the way off before pulling my shirt over my head.
I may have just come, but my cock is still rock hard and ready for what’s next.
Cupping the back of her neck and slightly grabbing her hair, I direct her to stand before I wrap my arms around her and lift her to my chest.
Walking us to the bathtub, I sink down until our bodies are submerged. I could fuck her right now, but as lame as it sounds, I just want to hold her for a minute first.
She positions herself between my legs with her back to my chest. Ever since I told her I loved her while we were having sex, neither of us has said it again.
I’ve wanted to, but I didn’t know if she was ready for me to say it in a moment that wasn’t so …
deep. There was something about that particular moment though, when my dick was inside her and we were both coming undone—I couldn’t hold back.
And right now, I’m having a hard time too.
“I love you,” I murmur against her ear. “You know that, right?”
When I wrap my arms around her chest, she rests her chin against my hands for a second. “I was beginning to wonder,” she says, a slight giggle to follow. “I was thinking you changed your mind.”
“Fuck no,” I say quickly. “I’ll say it as many times as I need to until you know I’m never changing my mind.
” I nibble her ear. “I love you, Haven King.” I move my mouth lower, kissing her neck.
“I love you, Haven King.” I lean forward and force her to crane her neck before planting a kiss to her lips. “I fucking love you, Haven King.”
She smiles against my lips. “I love you too,” she whispers, but at the last word, her voice squeaks. I look at her eyes to find tears forming.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I rasp. “Why are you sad?”
“I’m not sad.” She sniffles. “I’m scared.”
“What? Why?”
Tears stream down her face, and her eyes dart downward.
“Because I’m so happy,” she whispers. “And I’m scared for it to end. Scared for you to … get sick of me.”
I pull her body until she’s straddling me, and I cup her cheek, bringing our foreheads together. “I’ve wanted you since I was eleven years old, Short. I’m never getting sick of you.” I kiss her. “I promise you that.”
When she kisses me back, her mouth fucking mine as she whimpers against my lips, my dick swells even harder somehow. She grinds herself against me, her nipples pebbling harder than before as goosebumps overtake her body.
She’s greedy for my dick, but I have to decide if I want to play with her a bit before I reward her with it.
Thinking back to how good she was for me on her knees, and how much I want her to know that I’m fucking in this thing, I slide my hands around her body and lift her up. It may not have been a long bath, but I don’t want the water between us while I take her. I want nothing at all to be between us.
When I stand with her against me, her legs wrap around my waist, and I carry her out of the bathroom and down the hall to my bedroom—only cringing slightly that I’m leaving a water trail all over my parents’ bathroom, bedroom, and hallway.
I collapse on the bed, bringing her down with me before she kisses me again.
“Take it,” I growl into her mouth. “Take whatever you need, baby. Fuck my dick if that’s what that tight pussy needs right now.”
She sits upward, lifting her ass so that her entrance is positioned right over the tip of my aching, steel cock. She looks so fucking hot, her hair half wet from the bath and her body still wet too. When her pussy grazes my length, I suck in a breath.
“Fuck me … you’re fucking drenched,” I say through gritted teeth.
With her hands on my chest, she sinks down slowly onto my dick. Her brows knit together as a low hiss slips from her lips and she fills herself with my cock.
“That’s it, baby. Inch by inch. Sit on it,” I murmur. And now, it’s me who is the passenger here. She could go slow and torment me, though I don’t think that would stop me from coming eventually, to be honest.
Thankfully, she’s so greedy to make herself come that before long, she’s rocking herself on my dick, her tits beginning to bounce the harder she does so.
“You look so pretty when you ride,” I croak out, but within seconds of the words spilling from my lips, her hand is over my mouth.
“When I was on my knees, you told me no touching myself and no talking,” she spews. “Isn’t that right, QB?” Her bouncing stops, and she narrows her eyes, keeping her hand over my mouth. “Now be a good boy and keep your mouth shut while I fuck your cock.”
My cock must jump inside her at those words. Nothing has or will probably ever be as hot as her forcing me to be quiet while she rides my dick. I don’t say another word—even when she lifts her hand from my mouth. Instead, I sit back while she continues to fuck me, harder and deeper.
Her hands slide up her own body, cupping her tits as she bounces on me, and I pray to fuck that she comes soon or else I’m going to lose it before she does.
“Fuck, Dallas!” she screams out in a muffled tone. “Rub my clit while I fuck your cock.”
Reaching up more than eagerly, I rub circles with my thumb against her clit and she moans loudly, throwing her head back.
Within a few seconds, her clit throbs against my thumb, and her pussy clamps down on my length, sending a jolt through my whole body because she feels so fucking good squeezing my cock.
“Fuck … fuck …” She bounces faster, her chin still upward with her hair spilling down her back while she comes all over my dick.
I feel it too. A rush of warmth dripping down my cock sends me into the most intense orgasm.
I explode deep into her heat, a rush of hot cum and her own orgasm making me feel like the room is spinning.
When the room spins more and black dots dance in my eyes, I squeeze them shut, afraid I may actually pass the fuck out. Moments later, her body is collapsed on top of mine with her heart racing against my own. I skate my fingers up and down her back.
“I love you. I love you. I fucking love you,” I whisper. “I could never get sick of this.”
And I mean it, too. It will never be enough time with Haven King.
Ever.