Chapter 30 #2
He clamps down on my nipple, his teeth sinking in.
I yelp and buck under him, and he slides his hand down the front of my panties, palming my thick mound.
Arching up, I grind shamelessly against him, my clit throbbing with each suck as he begins to pull at my nipple rhythmically.
His fingers massage between my thighs until I’m whimpering for relief, squirming and opening my legs to try to get his fingers on my clit.
“Preston,” I gasp out. “Please.”
He moans around my nipple, the sensation sending a rush of goosebumps across my skin.
I bury my hands in his hair and thrust against his palm, needing more pressure.
His lips and tongue suction on my nipple, pulling so hard a dart of pain drives straight into me with each suck.
My clit throbs against his palm, and at last, he slips his fingers between my lips and strokes through my wet slit to my entrance.
I drop my head back with a shudder of pleasure, and I give in, give myself over to the attraction that built between us for years and never crested. Now he’s here, all the way from Arkansas, for me. No one’s ever done something so romantic, so enormous, for me.
It’s time we got this over with, time to put it behind us.
It’s safe here, in a place where no one knows him.
No one will gossip, and no one back home will ever know.
We’ll have this one night, just like we had the one after the breakup.
That time, we didn’t quite have it all. This time, I give myself to him fully, knowing that after this, it’ll be over.
Whatever weird hold he has on me will dissolve and float away like smoke.
We’ll do this for old time’s sake, so we know what is at the end of the road not taken, and then he’ll go home from whatever business brought him here.
This has always been the “what if?” than hung over my life, the unanswered question, the unfinished business. Tonight, we’ll finish it, get it out of our system. Tomorrow, we’ll move on like we should have done years ago.
Preston releases my tortured nipple and mouths my breasts, moving back up to my throat.
“What do you need, Doll?” He murmurs each word between kisses, like he can’t stop even long enough to ask me.
“You,” I say, my voice breathy in the darkness.
“Tell me who this sweet, juicy pussy belongs to,” he says, circling his fingertip around my entrance.
“You,” I say again, nearly sobbing with pleasure and pain and frustration. “It’s all yours. Take me.”
“Good girl,” he growls, rewarding me by sinking a finger into me. “Now tell me what you want me to do to my sweet cunt here.”
“Fuck me,” I breathe.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he says, withdrawing his finger before reaching down to push his pants down. He rubs his bare cock against my soaked panties, making me moan for more. With a chuckle, he leans in and kisses my panting lips. “I thought I told you to take off your clothes.”
I reach for my panties, quickly peeling them over my hips and down my thighs, leaving them at my knees.
Preston’s hand lands on my swollen mound, palming my soft flesh. “That’s my good girl,” he says, reaching over to switch the lamp on again. “Close your eyes and spread your legs for me. I want to see that gorgeous cunt dripping for me.”
My need for him is frantic, and I desperately wrench my underwear over my knees and kick them off the rest of the way, spreading my legs eagerly.
“Mm, just like that,” he murmurs, sitting back on his knees and opening me with his finger and thumb.
Using his free hand, he sinks two fingers into me, watching them stretch my hole as he caresses my G-spot.
I’m halfway embarrassed but too drunk to care what I must look like all stretched open and soaking wet as he torments me with his fingers for a minute.
My eyes fall on the underside of his bare cock as it juts up against his belly, long and thick, straining against his skin, with a bead of precum clinging to the tip. I swallow, my mouth suddenly watering, my walls drenching with arousal at the sight.
“Preston,” I breathe.
“Yeah, Doll?” he says, a cocky little smirk playing over his lips as he strokes his thumb lazily around my clit.
“Stop torturing me.”
He grins and withdraws his fingers, wrapping his fingers around his cock and sliding his hand up and down, wetting his skin with my arousal.
Unable to tear my gaze away, I watch as he thumbs the crown, mixing his arousal with mine.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” he commands, his smooth voice husky with lust.
“Fuck me,” I say again, my hips rising on their own accord, aching for him to slam into me with all the force stored up inside his body, all the anger and rage he’s accumulated for a lifetime.
I remember it that night, the night I lost my virginity, when it tore me apart.
I’m ready for it this time. I can only imagine how hard he fucks now, and I want all of it.
He leans over me, resting on one hand and guiding his tip firmly through my slit, wetting it in my slick folds.
“Please,” I beg. “Fuck me, Preston.”
He gives a quick thrust, forcing his tip into my opening. He’s wider than the guys I’ve been with for the past three years, and the stinging pain of being stretched hits me.
“Slow down,” I gasp when he pushes deeper. “You’re so big.”
“You can take me,” he coaxes, leaning down to kiss me gently. “Just relax and let me make you feel good like I did last time. You’re so fucking wet, I know you’re ready.”
“It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone so big,” I say through trembling breaths. “I forgot how it feels to be so full.”
“You were made for me,” Preston says, his voice rough with desire. “You’re a perfect fit.” He strains deeper into me and then leans down and latches onto my breast, sucking gently this time, the sore bud of my nipple crying out in pain even as my clit pulses in rhythm with his mouth.
I moan with pleasure, my head rolling back.
“You need me to eat you out first?” he asks around a mouthful of my breast.
“No,” I gasp. “I can take it.”
“I know you can,” he murmurs. “So lie there and take it like a good girl.”
He pushes to the hilt inside me, grinding his pelvic bone over my clit as he waits for me to adjust. It’s been years since I’ve been with someone so big, since I’ve been stretched so far, taken a cock this big.
He doesn’t wait long, though. After a minute, he starts to drive into me, watching my tits heaving with each thrust. I gasp each time he hits my depth, bottoming out inside me where it hurts just a little, but in the best way.
I give myself over, spreading my knees and letting him pound into me until I think I’m going to explode.
“I’m ready,” I cry when I’m almost there.
He slides his arm under me, rolling us over so I’m on top and can control the pace.
“Look at you,” he growls, gripping my thick hips in his strong hands. “You’re a fucking goddess, Dolly Beckett.”
I grind on him, riding him while his hands move over me.
He squeezes my breast, sitting up to suck the other one into his mouth.
When he bites down, I cry out, losing all control.
I ride him harder, orgasm gripping me as I slam down on him, my nails digging into his shoulders.
His fingers squeeze my hips as he helps me move, driving up into me from below, our bodies crashing together until I can’t help but cry out as the waves of climax crash over me.
When I cry his name, he answers with a vicious thrust. A loud, animal groan tears from his throat, and I feel his hot cum spurting into my core.
He curses, burying his head in my neck and wrapping his arm around my waist, holding me pinned while his hips jerk again and again, ramming against mine.
At last, his cock squeezes the last drops of cum into me, throbbing thick in my drenched channel.
For a minute, we remain entangled, not moving except for the aftershocks of orgasm hitting us both every few seconds.
At last, we fall together in a sweaty pile of limbs, and for once, I’m not worried about whether my tummy rolls are showing or whether I should cross my legs so my hips look narrower or any of the other silly things I do when I’m with men I don’t feel comfortable with.
Preston stays buried inside me, his cock pulsing now and then, his eye glassy with contentment as he runs his fingers up and down my side, my thigh, my hip, the crease of my waist. He palms my heavy breast again, lifting their heavy weight and growling low in his throat, his cock throbbing out another drop of cum inside me.
It’s been a few minutes, but I can still feel him twitching, and I know that was as powerful for him as it was for me.
“Shit,” I say, throwing an arm over my eyes. “We forgot a condom.”
“Are you on birth control?”
“No,” I admit. “But I just finished my period. I think we’re okay.”
“What day?”
“What?”
“What day did you finish your period?” he asks.
“Like, four days ago.”
He nods, leaning in to kiss my shoulder. “You’ll be fine. Now, I promised to make you cum all night, so don’t go to sleep yet.”
“I couldn’t cum again if I tried,” I groan.
“That sounds like a challenge,” he says, pulling out of me at last and rolling me onto my back on the bed. “Now spread your legs and let me see that pretty pink cunt all full of my cum.”
“Preston,” I scold, my face heating at his dirty words. “What would your mother say if she heard you talking like that?”
“She’d say I shouldn’t be fucking my cousin’s fiancé,” he says, pushing my thighs open with both hands.
He reaches down and spreads me open with his fingers again, smearing his cum through my folds and over my clit before scooping up the rest with two fingers and pushing them back into me.
“Fuck, Doll. Your cunt is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen in my life. ”
“That says a lot coming from a guy who grows flowers,” I say, remembering what Mama told me last Christmas, that he’d taken over Grampa Darling’s garden because yet another gardener had quit for fear that the Dolces would find out she worked for a Darling.
“Flowers wish they looked like this,” he says, lowering himself on top of me. He sucks at my tender nipple, then slides lower, kissing down my abdomen before biting into the flesh on my lower belly.
I yelp in pain and smack the side of his head, but he only laughs and releases me, moving lower and gently stroking my clit with his tongue. A shiver of pure bliss runs through me, and I moan before I can stop myself.
Preston lifts his head and gives me a wicked grin, slowly sliding his fingers in and out, pushing the cum back into me each time it runs out. “If you want my mouth, you’re going to have to use your words like a good girl.”
“Oh, god, yes,” I breathe, my hips quaking with no instruction from my brain. “Give me everything. I want all of you.”
“And I’m going to give it to you,” he says. “Everything you’ve ever wanted and more.”
He lowers himself between my thighs, gently stroking with his mouth and nose and tongue and fingers until I lose all sense.
I’m not used to men who savor me one slow lick at a time, like the richest ice cream.
I’m not the kind of girl men take their time with, the kind who makes them think of her pleasure.
I’m the kind of girl men pound like they’re trying to tenderize a steak.
But Preston… He takes his time with me, like I’m not just melting ice cream but a rare delicacy, something to be treasured, every taste more precious than the last. I swear I’m in another galaxy by the time he lets me cum for the final time.