Chapter 22 （Sage）
TWENTY-TWO
SAGE
Glock carried me upstairs to my bedroom. On the stairs, when he stumbled for a moment, we both started laughing then tried to stifle our voices so that we didn’t wake Mom.
He kicked my bedroom door open with his foot and gently shut it without a sound. We were kissing again. It was a charged up, passionate kiss. My robe had already fallen off me while he was carrying me upstairs, and now he dropped me on the bed.
My body bounced when I landed on the mattress, and Glock was over me. He was kissing my neck, the top of my breasts, hovering over my heaving breasts. His hands were on my bare thighs, pushing up my silk slip over my legs, past my belly and over my head.
I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and now I was completely naked in my bed with Glock looking down at my body, like he was seeing me naked for the first time again.
He lowered himself to plant a soft, gentle kiss on my belly.
Then he straightened up and started stripping.
I raised myself on folded elbows to watch him.
I could feel the throbbing wetness growing between my legs.
His torso was chiseled and muscular as his polo T-shirt came off.
The sound of his belt buckle being undone sent chills down my spine.
His jeans came off then he slid his boxers down, too.
Glock was standing at the end of the bed in nothing. I could see his massive growing cock throbbing between his legs. All I wanted was for him to be inside me.
His tanned skin glistened like bronze in the dim light of my bedroom. Only the lamp on my bedside table was switched on, enough for me to see every ridge of his abs, the shape of his flat stomach, the light dusting of dark hair that traveled from his navel down to the spot around his cock.
I parted my legs in invitation, and Glock stepped up to me. His hands came down on my hips, and he yanked me closer to the edge. My skin was covered in goosebumps; I wanted him to touch me everywhere with his large warm hands.
Glock cupped my breasts, his thumbs teased my aching sensitive nipples, and my stomach contracted with desire. His hand traveled down to my pussy next, and more tenderly than I could have imagined him to be, he started stroking my folds.
My back arched up, my hips protruding towards him.
I wanted him inside me; I wanted more than just his hands.
His fingers started slipping in and out of my slit while his other hand continued to play with my left nipple.
My mouth was hanging open. I was staring at him while his eyes roamed over my body.
“Fuck, Sage! I don’t know if I will be able to keep you quiet,” he growled, and his forefinger slid inside my pussy, the whole length of it inside. I knew he could feel the stickiness of my juices. His middle finger slipped in after that; he was filling me up, preparing me for his big thick cock.
The knots in my belly were unwinding, and I could feel them coming undone. He lowered his head on my nipple and started sucking while his two fingers slipped in and out of my pussy. It was a gentle calm motion, almost like he was lulling me into sleep.
Then, abruptly, he pulled his fingers out of me and stopped licking my nipples, too.
“I want to taste you, Sage,” he said in a deep guttural growl, and I could feel my body shuddering. I didn’t know what to expect next, but Glock knew exactly what he was going to do.
He kneeled down on the floor at the edge of the bed with his face hovering right between my parted legs.
He placed his hands on my thighs to keep my legs parted, and then I saw his tongue.
He was bringing it closer and closer to my pussy.
I moaned when he first flicked my folds with the tip of his tongue.
My body writhed with desire. He moved his mouth to my clit, and I felt my whole body shudder.
I couldn’t take it - the sensation was explosive. I felt like I was going to come right then. He sucked away, lapping up the juices that were trickling out of me, sucking and kissing and making loud sounds with his mouth as he ate me.
That familiar tug in my belly rose violently. When his finger slipped into my pussy, I felt like I wouldn’t be able to control the rising feelings. His tongue continued to circle my clit as he slowly moved his finger in and out.
I reached up and weaved my fingers into his thick brown hair.
His face remained stuck between my legs.
His tongue started to move faster, and I knew it was over.
He was teasing me into submission. He wanted me to come in his mouth.
His tongue stroked my clit while his finger plowed into my pussy, and I exploded instantly.
My ass moved against the bed while I clutched his hair tighter.
I wanted to scream out with pleasure, but I was aware of my mom in the house.
I bit down on my lip and tried to control the moaning, but I couldn’t.
My orgasm rose and fell then rose up again until my body was shaking and my toes curled.
It lasted forever; I felt like I could go on and on, and Glock didn’t stop, either.
It was only when, exhausted, I fell back down on the bed that he finally smacked his mouth away from my pussy. I was breathing hard and craning my neck to look at him.
Glock stood up with a wide smile on his face.
“It’s not over yet, Sage,” he said with a grin on his face, and I gasped. He was going to make me come again.
He grabbed my legs and lifted them up over his head so that they were dangling over his shoulders now. My body was lifted a few inches off the bed. My ass was set against his thick muscular thighs.
Glock clutched my waist, and then with one hand, felt for the wetness of my pussy. Even though I had just come, I still wanted more. I was still wet, and I could feel that pleasurable ache rising inside me again.
He angled his cock towards me, and I held my breath as he inched himself closer and closer to my entrance. The tip of his cock grazed my folds, and I gasped. He was holding me in position as he pushed his cock into me.
I gasped and moaned as I felt the first inch of his cock enter me.
The width of him was pushing my folds aside, entering me in small bursts until his cock was fully inside me.
Glock grunted, and I moaned when he filled me.
I could feel the tip of his cock stroking that spot inside me, which very few men had found before.
I winced and moved my body, covering my mouth with my hand to stifle my moans.
Glock locked eyes with me, as though he was warning me with the squinting of his gaze that this was going to be rough. It was how he wanted it, and I couldn’t wait for him to take me - just claim me.
Glock started pounding almost instantly. It was a wild, animalistic pounding, like I was a machine that he was desperate to fix. My body bounced, and I moaned with every hard thrust. Glock’s grunts became wilder and deeper, and his grip on my legs became stronger.
I could feel the length of his cock going in and sliding out. His rhythm was fast and strong.
He said my name in harsh whispers, and I said his name, too. I wanted to feel him shoot inside me; I wanted to feel him coming deep in me. But first, I was going to come again.
“Sage, come for me,” he said as a command. He kept thrusting, like he was never going to tire of fucking me. I couldn’t catch my breath. My body shuddered and shook with every thrust, and I could feel my juices trickling out of me again.
I reached for the sheets on my bed, clutching them tightly while he ravaged my body. His cock was deep and thick, and he was thrusting into me with force till the point of no return. I couldn’t control myself any longer. I moaned as I came again, this time not even caring how loud I was.
He grabbed my face between both hands as he pushed and pushed. My toes curled again, my eyes flew open and I stared at the ceiling. I came until I was at the point of passing out.
Glock grabbed my breasts, squeezing them till I could feel the sting and pressure of his hands.
“Fuck! You are amazing!” he growled, a little too loud, and I smiled while my orgasm began to fade away. It was Glock’s turn now; he was the one coming.
He grunted, and his tanned face turned even darker. His hair was ruffled, but he never looked sexier. He was gritting his teeth and looking straight into my eyes while he shot inside me. His grip on my breasts became tighter, and I could feel him emptying his seed into me.
I gasped and moaned again, thrilled at the sight of Glock losing all his control.
When he was done, he sighed loudly and ran a hand through his damp, sweaty hair.
I bit down on my lip and smiled at him while he gently started sliding his cock out of me.
For a moment, when he started moving my ankles off his shoulders, I felt that familiar feeling of anxiety.
He was going to push me away again; he was going to put on his clothes and leave.
Instead, Glock took in a deep breath and then threw himself on my bed. We were lying next to each other, and I turned to him. I could feel my fingers trembling, because I was desperate to touch him. I wanted to know what it would feel like if he held me after we had sex.
Glock was still breathing hard, and eventually, he looked into my eyes and smiled. That smile felt like it could change everything. He wasn’t angry at himself this time, and it felt like a gift.
He reached for my hair, tucking in a bunch of it behind my ears as we faced each other.
“It’s late. We should get some sleep. You need to rest,” he said in a deep hoarse voice.
I nodded and moved an inch from him, but Glock grabbed me by my bare waist and pulled me close to him. His arm was around me now, and our foreheads were knocked together.
“Get some sleep, Sage. I’m right here,” he said, and I fell asleep, cradled in Glock’s arms.