Chapter 19
I can’t believe it. Can’t believe Shayla is giving me the green light to touch her how I’ve been dreaming of on an endless loop since she pulled back from me all those miserable, sleepless weeks ago. My blood is running hot in my veins, and pre-cum leaks from the tip of my cock, just as desperate to get inside her.
She said no sex, but everything else is on the table. My cock threatens to spill in my jeans at just the thought of everything I want to do to her. I plan on making good on all of it, to drown her in pleasure with my mouth and hands, get her so drunk on orgasms that she’ll never leave my bed, even if we never end up having sex again.
She moans when I rock my hips between her spread thighs, all her earlier despair wiped from her expression and replaced with an undeniable burning passion that matches my own. One more rock of my hips, and then I pull back so I can unzip and kick off my jeans and boxer briefs. I strip my shirt off, then crawl back on top of her, bracing myself with my hands on the mattress so I don’t crush her beneath me.
I’m greedy for her sweet taste as I kiss and suck at her jaw and neck. She’s entirely way too dressed while I hover above her, completely naked. That won’t do. Since she’s wearing a T-shirt instead of one of her regular nursing tops, I can’t yank it down and suckle her breasts like I want to, like I’ve been silently begging to do each and every night since we met.
I’m half out of my mind with manic desire as I rear back and roughly yank her white shorts and panties down and off her legs. I was going to strip her shirt off, but when I hike her knees up and push her thighs apart, I’m transfixed by the sight of her gorgeous, bare, pink pussy. It’s already glistening with arousal, and more pre-cum leaks from my tip, dripping down my shaft. I fist my cock tight, holding back the explosive orgasm I’m already on the brink of.
“Fuck, angel. I’ve been dreaming about your pussy every night you’ve been gone. Dreaming of being inside you again.” She arches her back and moans, the sound of which is so erotic that I spurt off a quick rope of cum in my hand.
Shayla snaps her legs closed, her eyes growing wide with alarm. “We can’t have sex.”
“I know,” I groan as I push her knees apart and eye her wet pussy. I might not be able to get my cock inside her like I want, but one of the million fantasies I’ve conjured up of her flashes in my mind, and I’m desperate to act it out. “I want to try something if you’ll let me.”
“Wh-What do you want to try?”
I look her directly in the eye as I slowly rub my hand along her inner thigh, spreading the small amount of cum I spilled over her skin, though I’m careful not to get any on her mound. My nostrils flare at seeing her marked with my cum, knowing she now smells like me. Like she’s mine.
I part her lower lips with my thumb and slide it through her wet slit, then settle it over her clit to massage it, applying more pressure until her hips twitch with the first sparks of pleasure I coax from her body. She drops her knees farther apart, giving me more access, and I lick my lips, mouth watering for more than just a simple taste.
“I want you to ride my face.”
“What?” Her eyes are impossibly wide, and I love it. Love the thought of shocking her and dirtying my sweet angel with my fantasies.
I twist my wrist so I can slowly sink a finger into her tight channel as I continue massaging her clit. I lean forward and kiss her neck when she arches and lifts her hips, accepting my finger deeper into her hot, clenching pussy.
“I want you to sit on my face and ride my tongue and fingers until you cum so hard you flood my mouth.” She jerks her hips up sharply, meeting my fingers as I sink two inside her this time and curl them in the way that she loves. She’s so wet that I’m able to move them in and out with ease despite how tight she is. “Can you do that for me?”
One nod from her and I have us flipped so that I’m on my back. She squeaks in surprise when I lift her by the hips and drag her up over my chest.
“Grab the headboard.”
She does as she’s told, and power surges in my veins. I drag her up higher until her pussy is hovering just out of reach of my tongue, her juicy thighs straddling the sides of my head. I yank her hips down harshly so that her full weight rests on my face.
Fuck me, this is a dream come true.
I draw in a deep breath, inhaling her unique, feminine scent, flooding my senses with her and driving myself feral with desire. We both moan when I thrust my tongue into her spread-open pussy, then work it in and out slowly at first, then faster and faster as I gather her wetness on my tongue and drink it down.
My dick is hard as stone, copious amounts of pre-cum leaking down my shaft and balls, but I ignore it in favor of gripping her ass and thighs, kneading her curves. I strap her hips down with my arms when she lifts her weight when the pleasure I deliver becomes too intense. I want to drown in her arousal, to suffocate between her thighs.
“Oh god, James!”
Her moans grow louder as she starts grinding on my face with jerky movements, riding my tongue just like I fantasized she would. I replace my tongue with two of my fingers, not so gentle now, and flick her clit with my tongue.
“Oh, oh, that feels amazing.”
I scrape her clit with just the edge of my teeth and thrust three fingers inside her pussy, stretching her wider. She could take my cock now that she’s prepped if she let me. She bites her arm to keep from screaming as her channel clenches around the thick intrusion, rolling her hips back and forth smoothly now that we’ve found our rhythm.
I alternate suctioning my lips around her clit, then scraping it. Her pussy pulses each time she feels the sharp sting of my teeth, and my lungs beg for air.
I. Fucking. Love. It.
I lift her hips so I can demand of her, “Fuck my fingers, angel, and give me your cum.” And then I drive my fingers in and out the same way I would love to do with my cock, curling them just right until her walls clamp down so tightly around the digits that I can’t press them fully inside anymore.
She screams my name, and a wave of liquid heat gushes around my fingers. I yank them out and fist my cock with my wet hand as I thrust my tongue inside her hole as far as it will go so I can swallow it all.
When she sags against the headboard, breathing hard with her pussy still pulsing and legs shaking, I surge up and flip her on her back at the foot of the bed. I’m on my knees, tugging on my cock as I stare at the mess we’ve made of her pussy.
Shayla hikes her knees up with her hands under the back of her thighs and spreads herself wider. I let go of my cock long enough to push her shirt and nursing bra up. Her chest rises and falls so fast that her swollen tits jiggle. Her nipples are wet where her milk has been leaking, and I fall on them like a glutton, swallowing large gulps of milk as I knead her breasts, drawing more of her delicious milk into my hungry mouth.
I nearly choke on the amount of milk that’s pouring from her and have to pull back to breathe and fist my cock again. She rocks her hips upward as she presses her hands to my lower back and yanks my hips down into the cradle of her thighs, forcing me to brace myself with my other hand flat on the mattress. The back of my hand smacks against her lower lips, and what I wouldn’t give to release my hold and work my dick deep into her exquisite pussy. She whimpers and bucks her hips in time with my hand. I angle it to grind my knuckles against her clit with each jerk of my cock.
“Unh, angel. You want me to fuck you, don’t you? Shove it inside you ‘til you’re stuffed full of my cock and cum?”
She nods, then bites her lip and shakes her head quickly. “N-No, we can’t,” she cries, but it isn’t very convincing.
I grunt as I work my fist up and down my shaft, and she drops her knees to the sides as far as they’ll go, offering herself up. I brace myself on one elbow next to her head and whisper against her lips, “We can’t, but you want me to, don’t you?”
“James…” She says my name like a plea and slides her hands down my ass, trying to pull my hips closer. “Did you…did you buy condoms?”
I drop my head to her shoulder and groan in disappointment. “No. You said we couldn’t be together anymore, so I didn’t think…didn’t get any. Fuck, I’m sorry.”
I feel like a damn idiot. I thought for sure she’d never let me touch her like this again, but I could have at least bought a pack of condoms in the hopes that she would change her mind.
Fuck my life.
Shayla trembles beneath me and whines, equally disappointed. She wraps her free arm around my neck and shocks the hell out of me when she huskily whispers in my ear, “One stroke.”
“What?”
“One stroke inside me, and then you can pull out.”
I curse under my breath. “God, I want to, but you said no sex.” I angle my dick down, though, and slide it through her slit so that I can feel her cum-drenched pussy on my bare cock at least once. I pause at her entrance, but instead of pressing into her, I slide it up to rub the head of my cock over her sensitive clit, spreading my pre-cum over it.
“Oh god, James. One time—just one, please—and then we can stop.”
“One time. You’ll let me get one stroke deep inside your pussy? Are you sure?”
“Yes, yes!”
“Angel. My angel,” I chant as I angle my dick back down and notch my cock at her entrance, then push slowly through her tight, hot channel until I’m fully sheathed inside of her. “Oh fuck, you feel incredible. Even better than the first time. I want to live inside your pussy, sleep with my dick buried balls deep inside you every night.”
“Oh god, James. Me too.” She hooks her ankles around my back, trapping me with her legs. I pant, holding back my orgasm just as I hold myself still. Her inner walls clench and release around me when she cries out, “Me too,” again, but I know she can’t possibly mean it, not when she’s so scared of getting pregnant and derailing her plans.
That thought sobers me a little, and I tell her, “I have to pull out.” She flexes her legs around me when I try to draw my hips back. “One stroke,” I remind her, though I hate doing so. I’m trying so damn hard to be a good man and not take things further than she wants. My chest tightens at the idea that she’ll be upset with herself or with me, that she’ll regret this night and run out on me again if I don’t stop.
After a beat, Shayla loosens her tight hold around me, and I drag my cock out of her as slowly as I can, millimeter by millimeter, wanting to savor the feeling of being inside her for as long as possible. But then she digs her heels into my ass when I pull out until just the head of my cock is nestled inside her entrance.
“Two strokes,” she begs with wild eyes.
My body shakes with the need to surge inside her, to fill her again completely, but I shake my head. “That’s dangerous. I’m too close to cumming.”
“Just one more, then you can pull out.” She digs her heels harder into my ass, and I can’t hold back any longer.
I drive my cock through her clenching inner walls and flex my muscles to battle back my climax so I don’t cum inside her. Though I want to. I want to so badly that my mind spins with thoughts of what would happen if I did, how her belly would grow round with our child.
She cries out and arches her back when I’m buried to the hilt, her head thrown back against the mattress as she hooks her ankles together around my lower back.
“Angel, fuck, fuck, I’m going to cum. It’s too good.” I grit my teeth, my cock swelling with the need to release. “I’m going to cum in your pussy if you don’t let go.”
She sobs and grips the back of my neck, bringing my lips down to meet hers. She tangles her tongue with mine, and I know she must taste herself there, but she doesn’t stop. I kiss her with all that I have, my cock pulsing, and I get dangerously close to spilling the longer I stay inside her. I think she’s just as torn as I am because she still doesn’t break her hold.
My breath hitches, and I ask her with some incredulity, “Do you want me to cum in you?”
She bites her lips but doesn’t answer, at least not with words. Her inner walls pulse and release around my shaft, and my blood thunders in my ears, thinking she must like the idea of being flooded with my cum. But I don’t want to sabotage us by giving in to this moment. I’m too terrified that she’ll immediately regret it as soon as we cool off, and then she’ll for sure leave me and break my heart for good.
With that thought, I force myself to break her hold by wrenching my hips back sharply. She whimpers at the loss, and I instantly miss her warmth. I sit back on my knees and drape one of her ankles over my shoulder, then stuff her pussy with two fingers while I fuck the tip of my cock against her clit.
“I can’t fuck you like we want with my cock, at least not yet, but I can with my fingers.” I lean down over her, bending her so that her knee is almost pressed to her shoulder, excited by her flexibility. “Cum on my hand. Make your angel pussy cream for me again, and I’ll cum on your belly.” I drop my voice lower, a newly awakened desire spilling forth, no longer content to be contained within my private fantasies. “We can pretend I did it inside your belly.”
Her eyes flare wide, she digs her nails into my back, and she screams, “Yes, James, oh god, yes!”
I savagely thrust three fingers in on my next pump and angle them up to an area on her inner walls that I know will make her eyes roll back in her head. She scrapes her nails down my spine and digs into my lower back as I rock my erection over her clit, grinding down as hard as I can to get us both off. Her mouth drops open in a silent scream as her pussy pulses around my fingers, and more of her delicious liquid heat drenches my fingers and the bedding beneath us.
“That’s it, angel. Oh fuck, I’m going to cum.” I continue thrusting my fingers in and out of her to draw her orgasm out as long as I can, not stopping until my climax slams into me, and I spill my seed all over her stomach and the top of her mound.
Every part of me is sore as I draw my fingers out and carefully pull her leg from over my shoulder. I know she’s going to be just as sore as I am since she whimpers when I drop her trembling leg softly on the mattress.
“Look what you do to me, angel. I’ve never cum so much in my life. It’s all for you,” I say as I rub my cum into the skin of her soft, lower belly. I meet her hooded eyes as I swipe a finger through my release and spread it over her still-pulsing clit, making her belly cave in. “All for you.”
When the last drop is spent and rubbed in, I collapse on top of her with my head between her pillowy, soft breasts, completely sated. She slips her fingers through my hair, slicking back the sweaty strands from my forehead as we catch our breath. I can hear her heart pounding fast in her chest beneath my ear, and it’s one of my new favorite sounds.
My cock twitches where it’s trapped between us, our combined fluids coating our bellies. I close my eyes and smile in satisfaction as sleep pulls me under, imagining what it would be like to fall asleep just like this every night.
I love my life.