Chapter 32 #3
“I told you the first time I ate your delicious cunt, and I’ll tell you again as many times as you need to hear it,” he says.
“When I fuck you with my tongue, you obey like a good girl or get punished. Tonight, I want to fucking bathe in your cum. I want to smell you on my face for days. Now show me how wet that hungry little pussy gets for me.”
“How’d you get in here?” I ask, though I already know.
“I made an extra key, so I can come in and make sure you’re safe before I leave my shift every night. That’s what I was doing tonight, but I saw your hand in your panties while you were sleeping, and I couldn’t help myself. I had to feel what you were feeling.”
“I wasn’t—”
He guides my hand between my legs, stroking my fingers over the silky swell of my mound. “Hold it open for me,” he says, his voice rough with command.
His dirty words send a shudder of longing through me, and the authority in his voice makes the people-pleaser in me want to obey instinctually.
I spread my lips with my fingers, and he groans.
Then his mouth descends on me again, his lips closing around my clit as his tongue torments it.
I sigh with pleasure, even as warning bells go off in my head.
What he did is yet another violation of trust, even if he makes me feel so good I get stupid when he touches me. He works another finger into me, and a minute later, his tongue finds the perfect rhythm against my clit, and he draws an orgasm from me, his name on my lips as he pushes me over.
I haven’t even recovered my breath, let alone my senses, when he slides on top of me and works his thick cock into me, stretching my fluttering walls around his girth until I’m gasping for mercy.
“You’ve got to stop doing that,” I manage as he draws back and then drives deep into me again.
“What?” he asks. “Making you cum?”
“All of it,” I say, wincing as he hits the tender place inside me that he battered last night. “You can’t just take me any time you want.”
“I can’t help myself,” he says, massaging my sore breasts, squeezing them together and leaning down to lathe his tongue across one nipple and then the other, never losing the rhythm of his hips. “You drive me out of my mind. When I see you, I can’t resist.”
“That’s not an excuse.”
“Feel how well we fit together,” he murmurs, his lips skimming over mine as his fingers gently tug at my hard nipple, sending a throb straight to my tender clit. “You were made for me, Dolly Beckett. Tell me you don’t feel it, how well I fill you up.”
“You do,” I say, a shudder of pure bliss going through me when he lets his lips trail along my jawline while his fingers keep massaging my nipple and his cock hits my depths with every sure, slow stroke. “That doesn’t mean anything.”
“I’ll stop when you say you’ll marry me,” he whispers in my ear. “When you admit it means everything. That I was made for you, too, and you’re mine every bit as much as I’m yours.”
“I can’t,” I gasp, my fingers clinging to his shoulders as he pushes me closer to the edge with each deep thrust.
“And I can’t stop wanting to give you everything you deserve,” he says. “Pleasure. Security. Protection. A ring. A home. A baby.”
He thrusts into me with each word, getting rougher as he continues.
His last words register a few seconds after he says them. “Are you wearing a condom?” I demand.
“No,” he says. “Never with you, Doll. I want to feel your cunt milk the cum from my cock like it did last night.”
“I’m not on birth control,” I cry. “Pull out.”
“Calm down,” he says, slowing and lowering himself so our bodies are pressed together. “I’ll pull out if that’s what you want. Now look at me while I fuck you, my flawless beauty. I’ve never seen anything more magnificent than your face when you lose control and cry my name while you cum.”
He draws my chin toward him, and I let myself relax as he continues, angling so he hits my G-spot with each pass until I’m almost there. “I’m close,” I say through panting breaths. “I don’t know if I can get there again.”
He sits back on his knees, pulling my body with him, so our hips are still locked together while his cock remains buried inside me. Then he leans over and opens the second drawer of my nightstand, pulling out my rose toy.
My cheeks burn with indignation. I don’t want him to see me that way, as a girl who has a vibrator. I’m a lady.
“How did you know that was there?” I demand.
“I did my research,” he says, licking it before switching it on and pushing it against my swollen flesh.
I gasp in shock at the mix of pleasure and pain that darts through me as he massages the vibrating bud over my overstimulated, sensitive clit.
I want to yell at him for the gross invasion of privacy, that he came into my home and looked through my personal belongings as well as changing my locks, but I can’t find enough breath to protest. I try to push him away, almost crying at the torture of the vibrator nudging up against my clit.
Preston pulls it out of my reach and gives me a hard look.
“Put your hands under your pillow,” he commands. “Don’t move them from there. I want to see every inch of you while you cum for me.”
“Please,” I say, the helpless whimper the only thing I can manage as I slide my hands under my pillow, gripping it and dropping my head back.
“Good girl.” The rough tone in his masculine voice when he says those words makes me feel naughty and delicious, and I spread my knees wider, letting him have me completely.
“Please, Preston,” I gasp. “I can’t take it much longer.”
“Tell me what you want, my darling doll,” he says, slowly grinding the toy in a circle around my clit. “Let me serve you.”
“Please,” I moan. “Let me cum. Please, Preston. Please.”
He continues relentlessly pumping into me, but he moves the vibrator directly over my clit.
My hips start bucking on their own accord, his name tearing from my lips as I writhe against him, trying to escape the endless, overwhelming pleasure he’s forcing into me.
My walls clench, gripping his shaft as the climax overtakes my whole body.
“Oh god, Preston,” I gasp out, nearly sobbing with pleasure. “I can’t do it alone. Cum with me. Please.”
My core pulls him in, and he slams into me hard and drops the vibrator onto the bed.
He grips my inner thighs with both hands, spreading them as wide as they’ll go, bearing down with so much pressure I cry out, my hands convulsively gripping onto the pillow as my walls clench again and again.
His fingers bite into my soft flesh, and he throws his head back, cursing as his cock throbs deep inside me while he grinds against my mangled clit.
His cock pulses again, filling my depths with a flood of his hot cum.
Relief and release crash over me. My core is still pulsing, sucking at him as if it wants to drink it all in, absorb him into me.
I want to climb through his skin, be inside him, too.
When he collapses onto me, I can’t even move, let alone speak to remind him that he was supposed to pull out.
It feels so good I don’t even care. I’ll worry about it tomorrow.
Tonight, I fall into a dazed, exhausted slumber with him still buried inside me.