Chapter Twelve #3
Replacing his own hand with mine, he tapped my lips twice with the head of dick and said, “Open your mouth for me, mo aingeal.” I wanted to ask him what it meant, but he quickly silenced me with his thick length pushing between my lips.
I felt his groan vibrate in my belly once he was seated on my tongue with the tip pushing the back of my throat.
“There,” he said with a satisfied sigh. “Now suck.”
Doing as he ordered, I pulled back just enough to suckle the tip before sliding him back along my tongue. Ocean tried to watch me, but before long, his head fell back on the couch as I started servicing him.
I had never been so turned on sucking dick before, but watching the way his abs contracted, his Adam’s apple bob, and his hand twitch on his lap had me eager to see what other reactions I could get out of him.
I wasn’t aware of my hand disappearing inside my sleep shorts until I touched my swollen clit and spasmed with a whimper. Ocean’s eyes flew open, and he lifted his head to regard me through dark eyes.
“What’s the matter? That pussy needs me?”
With a mouth full of dick, I nodded.
Ocean stood up suddenly and pulled me from the floor before tossing me down on the couch.
I landed on my stomach, and before I could even grasp what was happening, he shoved down his sweats and ripped my sleep shorts away.
I barely made it onto my knees before he was lining his fat dick with my sopping wet hole.
Because of his girth, he was careful when he pushed inside, but it didn’t matter.
My cry once he was fully seated would have been loud enough to wake the neighbors (if we had any).
And it didn’t deter Ocean in the least.
He held nothing back as he gripped the arm of the couch with both hands and immediately began to fuck the shit out of me. I was in heaven, in utter fucking ecstasy as I fisted the cushions beneath me and sniveled like a baby as I let him have his way with me.
“Ooo—ceee-aaan,” I cried out when he started hitting it a little too deep.
“Mmmh,” he moaned like he was having the time of his life. “Don’t weep, pretty girl. You’re taking it so well for me. The praise did something to me, so I threw it back at him, making him growl as he started going harder. “Shit, fuck, Coby. Goddamn. You doing it like that, baby?”
All I could do was scream in answer. It felt like I started losing my mind the moment Ocean entered me because I had no idea how I could go on living even a second without this. As if my pussy agreed, I tightened around him.
“Fuck.” He grunted. “I’m gon’ come.” It was the only warning before he stepped fucking me.
“Give me a kiss.” I twisted my head and tilted it so I could kiss him.
Ocean gripped my neck possessively and tongue fucked my mouth, offering me a brief reprieve.
“Sexy ass,” he grumbled once it was over.
“Now arch your fucking back. I’m far from done. ”
I did as I was told, and Ocean wasted no time pummeling my shit until I came.
Sensitive now, I started running from him after that, so he moved to stand from the couch, and I made a sound of protest, but Ocean simply dragged me along until my lower half was tilted upward and I had to hook my ankles around his back for leverage while my hands came to rest on the cushions—like a partial handstand.
I was silently grateful for all the hours I spent in pilates because the strength it took just to hold myself up while he fucked me as if my pussy owed him money.
Well… technically, I guess it did.
Three million dollars worth.
In this position, I was completely at his mercy. He grunted and shoved and cursed above me as he used me like a rag doll. “Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Ocean!”
Delirium had my eyes lowering and mouth falling open.
My pussy was so wet for this man that, together with our moans, combined juices, and sweaty skin, we created an erotic symphony that filled the penthouse.
Every time my ass smashed violently into his pelvis, my lashes fluttered, and I squealed with delight until I came again.
I didn’t know how much longer I would last.
Ocean didn’t seem as if he was going to be done fucking me anytime soon.
His stamina was truly terrifying.
Just when I was about to come for a third time, he twisted us around and fell onto the couch.
“Nooo,” I wailed as he re-sat me on his dick, facing him. “I was so close! Why’d you stop?”
“Shut up and ride this dick,” he ordered gruffly with a slap to my ass that stung so hard it froze me in place for a second before all the pleasure that built up released itself in a violent shiver, and I slowly started moving again.
Loving this rare, harsher side of him, I was once again powerless to his will as I abused myself on his pole. “It feels so good,” I whimpered more than whispered.
“I know, baby.” He rubbed my ass soothingly right over the spot he abused. “I’ll make it last. I promise.”
With that assurance, I gave myself permission to show out, riding his dick like I was specifically made for this. I alternated between bouncing and rocking my hips until I finally came so hard my toes curled painfully.
“I want you to come,” I panted while my skin was soaked in sweat and I could barely hold myself up. Only Ocean’s hands were keeping me from collapsing. “I want to feel your cum dripping out of me.”
“You know what that means, don’t you?” he said as he kissed the top of my breasts. “Tell me you know what it means.”
“You’re going to breed me.”
“Are you ready for that?” A moment later, Ocean wrapped his lips around my nipple and started suckling. “You gonna have my baby, mo aingeal?” He thrust his hips up, and my eyes rolled back.
“What does that mean?” I asked rather than answer. “Mo aingeal?”
“It means my angel, Coby. Because that’s what you are,” he said as he kissed my chest. “The only halo I’ll ever own.”
I was stunned into silence for a few moments before I finally answered, “Yes,” with a soft sob. “I want to have your baby.”
Ocean—as if he were able to simply command his body—kissed my sternum one last time and locked gazes with me as he started coming inside of me.
“Coby, I have something to tell you, too,” he said much later as we lay spent on the couch together, with me sprawled on top of him.
We’d already gone two more rounds, so it took all of my remaining energy to lift my head and peer down at him in the semi-dark. “Okay…what?”
“We have to get married soon. Much sooner than I promised you.”
“What? But I thought you said we could wait until June?”
“I know,” he said solemnly as he stared at the ceiling. “It’s not going to happen. I’m sorry.”
Truthfully, he didn’t sound sorry at all. I wasn’t stupid. There was some regret at disappointing me, but moving up the wedding just meant I was his that much sooner. Whatever had forced his hand was just an excuse to force mine.
It wasn’t just that I wanted a summer wedding.
I needed time—time to reunite with Hunter, time to make sure Roshaun pulled through, and time to know that I wasn’t making an irreversible mistake.
I know Ocean said I could divorce him in five years, but time changed people.
How could I really be sure it wouldn’t change him?
I was already falling for Ocean, and that’s what scared me the most—how deep I’d gotten so quickly.
It terrified me.
And then there were these other feelings I still haven’t been able to shake. They haunted me, and keeping them a secret from Ocean was getting trickier by the day.
Shifting onto the wide cushion next to him, I huddled close to him for comfort, even though he was the one knocking me off my axis once more. I tilted my head back to meet his gaze and found him already watching me. “So when are we getting married?”
“The day before Christmas,” he answered.
My stomach sank, but I didn’t have time to question the reaction because Ocean yanked me under him again and shoved himself deep inside of me with a conquering groan that set a deep chill in my bones.
“You want it again?” Ocean murmured just before sunrise after I woke him with my hand down his boxers. Addicted now, we’d spent the night fucking on every surface of the apartment before we finally fell into bed a few hours before sunrise.
“Fuck me,” I demanded as I stroked him. “I want it so much.”
“Yeah?” Ocean smiled as he rolled and shifted his weight on top of me and shoved my thighs apart. “Beg for it, wife.”
“Please fuck me again,” I whimpered as my head rolled back and forth on the pillow. “Never. Stop. Fucking me.”
“If you insist, greedy girl. Are you wet for me already? Good girl. Look at that fat ma swallowing my dick,” he praised as he slid inside of me. “Fuuuck, Coby.”