Chapter 21Hazel
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Hazel
D avid’s teeth skim down my shoulder. He sinks his teeth into my bra strap and pulls it down, growling, his eyes untamed.
A torrent of pleasure drizzles down my spine as he grabs my hips, his hands cuffing under my panties. I lift my bottom off the mattress as he tugs my thong down with an eager shove. He flings them off, and my bra is next to go.
His eyes are hungry as he looms over me, his mouth sending kisses up my neck, his tongue massaging with mine.
When his palms find my breasts, he gives them a tender squeeze, then does it a little harder until I gasp. A smirk appears on his handsome face as he twists my nipples in his fingers, then leans down and sucks on them, making them hard, biting on them gently.
I arch my back as his hands cascade down my stomach. My hair fans out over the sheets. David lifts my knees and pushes my legs open.
He stares at my glistening pussy, pink and wet and throbbing for him.
“So juicy,” he groans, licking his lips.
“I’m so turned on,” I breathe out, admitting the obvious.
“I want to eat it,” he says, his eyes switching up to me for only a moment before planting back between my legs.
“Eat it, baby,” I all but beg him.
“You taste so delicious,” he says, kissing my inner thighs. “I need another helping of you.”
“I can’t handle this teasing anymore,” I practically weep. Every nerve ending in my body is tingling with desire. “Take all you want.”
David’s eyes are rimmed with lust. I reach around his back and pull his shirt up. He yanks it over his head and tosses it.
My hands glide down the contours of his ripped muscles. He pulls his pants down, tosses them away.
He licks his lips, an insatiable desire carved into the hard line structure of his jaw. His lips tease at my throbbing pussy lips until my center is soaked and craving his mouth.
I dig my nails into his scalp and give his head an impatient thrust between my legs, crying out with excitement as his tongue finally parts my lips and slides across my clit. He lets out a low growl of satisfaction as my thighs quiver between his head.
I wedge him closer, burying his face, preparing to suffocate and drown him, whichever happens first. It doesn’t seem like he cares.
David’s tongue dances over my clit and I lose all control. A rush of air escapes from my throat and I let out a guttural moan. My fingers lace through his hair and give it a tug.
David pulls his mouth away, teasing me.
“Beg, baby,” he commands.
At this point I’ll do anything he wants as long as he makes me cum. “Please.”
“Do you like it?” He snarls.
“I love it. You’re driving me crazy.”
“Good, that’s the point.” He sounds proud of himself.
“David…” I trail off in a breathy moan.
“You’re a naughty girl.” He grins against my pussy lips.
“Only for you,” I whimper.
David rewards me with the tip of his tongue skimming across the knob of my clit. I’m dizzy with ecstasy.
His tongue flicks across my throbbing flesh. He licks it, sucks it, all but destroying me. He pushes one finger inside me, thrusting, fucking me with it, his tongue grazing every crack and crevice between my legs. He leaves no surface untouched.
A rush of serotonin surges through me. I collapse with the orgasm, completely surrendering myself to it, and to the man causing it.
I scream his name and his finger thrusts harder, and his mouth kisses tenderly at my clit.
When I’m finished, he comes up for air, his mouth glistening with my cum. His gray eyes are as dark as hurricane waters.
I’m sprawled like a splattering of paint on the mattress, chest heaving, a gloss of sweat glittering my skin.
David picks me up by my hips and spins me around. I gasp from the excitement. He pulls my hair, then his hands move down to my bare ass, squeezing my cheeks.
“You’re mine, baby.” His voice rumbles against the back of my neck.
I’m still recovering from my orgasm as David puts me on all fours. I don’t care. I will be on all fours for him all day if he needs it. I’ll let him do anything to me because the pleasure is too sensational to stop.
David’s hard cock presses against me, sending a new jolt of excitement through my body. It crackles like white-hot lightning through my nervous system, enhancing my already heightened sensitivity. He groans as he guides himself between my lips.
“God you are so wet,” he growls. “It’s amazing.”
“It feels so good,” I whine. “I need you to be inside me. Now.”
“How bad do you need it, baby?”
I pull the sheets into my fists and arch my back, pushing my ass out. I bite my lip hard. “Really bad.”
“Do you want me to fuck your brains out?” He’s panting fast already.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Beg me for it, beg me for my hard cock.”
“David,” I whine. “I need it.”
“I love it when you moan my name,” he hisses.
He finally gives me what I want, and his shaft slides across my clit as he fills me with his swollen length.
I moan as my center devours him. I clench my pelvic muscles on him, and a primal groan rumbles from his throat.
“You’re so fucking sexy, baby.” His hips slam into my ass as he begins to pick up the pace, thrusting harder and faster. “Do you like it?”
“I love it,” I moan.
David’s fingers run up my back. He grabs my hair and yanks. My pussy is so tender and sensitive. Tingles of ecstasy make me shiver from head to toe.
David buries himself deeper. The combination of his hardness and his shaft stroking against my clit sends me over the edge again.
I tremble as the orgasm ripples through me. David squeezes his hands against my hips. “Naughty girl. Did I give you permission to do that?”
“No, baby,” I whimper as I surrender to the pleasure. My face is hot, my vision is blurry, my knees can barely hold me up.
“You’re going to have to be punished, then,” he orders.
David, the bratva boss. What he says goes, even in the bedroom. But he always makes sure to put my needs and desires first, and I love that about him.
He spins me around and lays me flat on the bed like I’m a ragdoll and he’s ready to shred me to pieces. I wait for my fate, my body sagging from the climax, my head flying through dreamy clouds.
David grits his teeth, his jaw clamped. His stormy eyes burn into mine, a sea of gray ocean waves in the middle of autumn. I get lost in them as he mounts me and thrusts.
My heels rest on his shoulders, my breasts bouncing with each movement. David clutches them as if he’s holding on for dear life.
“I’ve already put my seed in you,” David groans. “Now I’m ready to fill you again.”
He holds my ankles in place, my legs spread wide for him. He keeps eye contact with me as he finishes, and it is so erotic it becomes my total undoing.
I cum again, with him, sparks flying across my vision. I wilt into the mattress as David’s cum splashes inside me with a hot, delicious gush.
He unstiffens, collapsing on top of me, and I rub his back while he’s still inside me. It’s the sexiest experience I’ve ever had. He’s still hard. I can feel his shaft pulsating as the climax continues convulsing through it.
We’re both breathing as if we just won a race. Euphoria makes me giddy. David props himself on his elbows, his expression soft and tender as he kisses my forehead, then my nose, and finally my lips.
“You’re beautiful,” he says. “Fucking you is the best part of my life right now.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. “I agree, baby.”
“I’m so glad you’re in my life,” he breathes out, calmer now.
“Me too.” I trace his jawline with the tip of my finger.
David’s eyes glaze over. They’re bluer in this light now, less gray. “You make me forget all my problems, and there are a lot of them.”
“I’m here for you, baby,” I admit, gazing up at his chiseled face, his muscular frame. “Whatever you need. I know jail was hard, and that you went through hell in there. I’m just glad they didn’t keep you in there forever, that you’re free and here with me.”
He drags his hands through my hair and lays beside me, scooping me into the little spoon position. His cock is soft against my ass. I sigh out, content and comforted.
We lay there together, naked and sweaty, drained and happy.
If only we could have this kind of peace and quiet all the time, but I know it’s fleeting. That’s why I know I need to bask in it for as long as it can last, never wanting to let him go back to that bratva life.
I am falling too hard. The thought of losing him sends tears prickling behind my eyes. I push them away, vowing to enjoy life in the moment.