Chapter 8 #2
Glock pulled away from me gently, leaving my nipples aching and throbbing for his mouth. He was standing in front of me now with his torso bare and his fists clenched. He was still angry with me, but he couldn’t resist me, either.
I stared up at him, admiring the muscular beast that he had become. I didn’t even want to know how many women he fucked on a daily basis. It wasn’t difficult to imagine that every girl in this neighborhood wanted a piece of him.
I licked my lips to stop myself from drooling. His abs were ridged, and his stomach was washboard flat. Tattoos intertwined and collided on his biceps and snaked slightly over onto his chest.
He was staring at me, too, at my breasts swelling over my pulled down bra. My legs were still parted. It was an open invitation. There was no doubt between us what I wanted him to do.
Glock placed his hands on my legs, on the insides of my thighs, and pulled my legs apart even farther.
“I wish you’d just listen to me, Sage,” he growled softly, and I reached out and touched his chest lightly, his steaming hot body.
“You can’t make me,” I said hoarsely. My eyelids had become heavy; my breathing had become ragged. Glock started undoing his jeans and pulling them down.
I realized that I was holding my breath right till he had pulled his boxers down and his big throbbing cock was revealed to me. It hung erect between his legs, and I gulped.
I’d fantasized about Glock’s cock for years, regretting my foolishness to not let him take my virginity.
Ten years ago, I believed that if we had sex, if Glock took my virginity, I would never be able to leave Long Beach; I would never be able to go to San Francisco and make a life for myself.
Now, his cock was in front of me, the cock I had imagined and pleasured myself to all those nights.
He was bigger than I’d predicted, and now he was reaching for it.
Glock stared at my breasts, my shuddering body, while he started stroking himself.
His cock was thick and long with a velvety tip and big balls hanging behind it.
I wanted to touch it; I wanted to touch all of it.
I wanted his cock in my mouth and his come down my throat. I wanted to watch him orgasm.
I stood up and reached for his cock, and Glock drew closer to me. We were touching each other in silence. He let go of himself and cupped my breasts while I held his cock and started stroking.
He groaned when I first moved my hand up and down his cock. His grip on my breasts became tighter. He was big and throbbing in my hands, and I started stroking stronger. He pinched my nipples with his fingers, tugged at them painfully, and I moaned loudly.
While I stroked him, Glock drew his face to my left nipple and started sucking. I could feel the wetness spreading between my legs. I didn’t know how Glock was able to have this effect on my body so easily.
I lifted my hand to my mouth and licked my palm before I started stroking his cock again.
My saliva made it easier to stroke him, slipping and sliding over his cock in quick bursts.
His sucking on my nipples became wilder: he lapped at it, licked it, nibbled it, and his hand squeezed and teased the other one.
I could feel the throbbing in my pussy, my clit tingled, and I was ready for him. I wanted to take it slow, though. I wanted him to come for me the way he had made me come before.
Glock pulled his lips away from my breasts and grabbed the back of my head with both hands. He was staring right into my eyes while I ran my mouth down on him. I looked up, and I could see that his face and eyes had darkened; he was gritting his teeth to control his growls, his nostrils flared.
His cock had grown the most it could grow. He was glaring at me angrily while I milked him.
“Sage!” he growled one last time before his cock exploded, and his come spilled all onto my hand. Nothing had ever felt so good before, and he hadn’t even touched my pussy. I thrilled at the sight of him coming, at the sight of Glock being completely under my control now.
He growled and moaned as he came, his grip on my hair tighter, and his body shook. I was smiling, looking up at him from under my heavy eyelids. This was exactly what I wanted before he actually fucked me before his cock was inside me.
My hand was covered in his come, and I could feel his sticky seed that had shot onto the base of my neck and chin. I gave his cock one last stroke before I released him, and Glock backed stumblingly away from me like he was afraid of what I was going to do next.
“Fuck!” he growled and ran a hand through his hair. I bit down on my lip. He was still entirely naked; his cock was hard and red and throbbing still. My nipples ached, and my pussy continued to pulsate.
“This shouldn’t have happened,” Glock said and walked over to one of the racks and picked up a roll of tissues. I watched as he started ripping tissues out of the roll. I was smirking - I couldn’t get enough of the sight in front of me.
When he brought the tissues over to me, I didn’t really want to wipe his come from my hands or my neck. I wanted to remain like this...in the glory of Glock’s orgasm.
There was a sharp rap on the door, and Glock rushed over and pressed his back to the door.
“What?” he growled loudly.
“Glock? Axel wants to see you,” a man’s voice came through, and I could hear the laughter in his voice.
He apparently knew that I was in there with Glock.
Had he waited till he was sure that we were done doing what we were doing before he knocked on the door?
My cheeks flushed. I wasn’t sure if I was embarrassed or if I found it thrilling, knowing that people outside knew that Glock and I were fucking.
“Okay!” Glock replied in an equally loud growl.
“And he wants to see your girlfriend, too,” the man said, and this time, he did laugh.
Glock glared at me, and I shrugged my shoulders. He gritted his teeth and shook his head.
He waited till he was sure that his friend had walked away from the door before he came over to me and brought his face real close to mine.
“Don’t you dare be smug about this, Sage!” he said.