Chapter Thirteen #2
“Amelia,” Nestore murmured in reverence as his lips graced my panties.
I shivered with anticipation and fright.
His fingers hooked in the waistband of the silk panties and dragged them down.
Only a triangle remained of my trimmed brown-red pubic hair.
Nestore brought my panties to his nose and inhaled, desire flaring across his face.
“Your smell lingers.” He tossed the fabric to the floor and regarded my naked body reverently.
“Like my dreams.”
He pushed to his feet, towering over me. “Lie down on our bed, Princess. Show me what I own.”
I bristled at his wording, but I moved backward until I hit the edge of the bed, then stretched out on top of it.
Nestore approached me slowly, his eyes full of hunger as they roamed my naked body.
I scooted up the bed, then waited for him to do what he needed to do.
He swallowed as he stepped close to the bed.
I peered up, noticing the bulge in his black pants, the way his six-pack flexed with every deep breath, the harsh need in his face.
He shook his head as if he was caught in a trance, then dropped the coat, revealing more of his scarred, muscled body.
Nothing about his body was boyish. He had turned himself into a weapon, his body and mind alike.
He grabbed the crown and tossed it on the fur coat.
“I can’t wear a crown when I worship you.
” He climbed on the bed with me, and my body became taut with anticipation and anxiety.
I wasn’t sure what Nestore would do. Maybe he didn’t either.
He traced his index finger over my lips, then down my throat between my breasts until he reached the apex of my thighs.
He pressed the pad against my clit lightly, and I shifted up into the touch.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. His fingertip brushed circles over my clit for a while until my soft moans filled the room.
My body responded eagerly to Nestore’s touch.
His attentive gaze darted between his thumb on my clit and my face.
He shook his head like a dog, then pulled his finger away from my pussy.
I gasped at the loss of touch. His fingers sank into the soft skin of my inner thigh, and he dragged my leg over to the side, opening me up.
Embarrassment filled me, but my need for Nestore’s touch was too potent.
He slid off the bed and rounded it until he stood in front of me.
His chest rose in a deep breath as his gaze took in my spread legs.
He fell to his knees in front of the bed, then grabbed my ankles and tugged me toward the edge.
“I’ll worship you how I imagined worshipping you in my dreams, in the moments I forgot you left.
My tongue will draw the first cries from your lips. ”
His fingers dug into the hollow of my knees and shoved my legs farther apart and up so my heels rested on the edge of the bed.
I had no time to feel shame over my exposed state.
He leaned forward, hot breath ghosting over me before he trailed the tip of his tongue from my ass crack all the way up to my clit where he lingered.
He swirled his tongue over my clit, the tip almost playful as it nudged my swollen nub.
He pressed a kiss against the same spot, then stroked along my folds, up and down, his tongue teasing my sensitive skin.
I pressed my heels into the mattress from the intense pleasure rippling through my body.
Then soft lips closed around my clit and began to suck. I gasped as the pleasure mounted with every tug of Nestore’s mouth. This felt absolutely wonderful. Soon, I was panting, overwhelmed by the sensations.
Nestore pulled back and met my gaze. His chin shone with my lust. “I often fantasized about how it would feel to finally taste you, to let my tongue discover every part of you. How it would be to fuck you slowly with my tongue until you begged for my fingers. How I’d finger fuck you until you begged for my cock.
” He smiled and lowered his head, his fingers splaying on my inner thighs.
“I knew that day would come.” He pressed his mouth against my opening, then parted his lips and pushed his tongue into me slowly, making my lips part from the delicious caress of my inner walls.
He moved in and out slowly, pressing his face against me so he could get as deep as possible.
Soon, my pleasure mounted again, the knot in my belly ready to burst, but he pulled out with a slight shake of his head.
“Not enough.” He wetted his thumb with his tongue, then pressed it against my clit before he resumed fucking me with his tongue in a torturously slow rhythm.
When his thumb began to rub slowly, the pleasure quickly spiraled out of control.
My toes curled, and the knot in my belly was about to unleash.
Before I could find release, Nestore pulled back and licked up my lust from between my ass cheeks, making me shudder.
I had been so close, my clit was pounding angrily.
I hadn’t expected to feel any pleasure tonight, convinced Nestore would make me pay with pain for the heartbreak I’d caused him. I wasn’t sure that still wasn’t part of his plan, but I wanted to enjoy whatever kindness he had to offer before he became the monster I often saw in his eyes.
His tongue lapped at my opening and ass, but never anywhere near my clit where I craved the touch. I wouldn’t beg him, even if my body needed the release.
Nestore brushed the flat of his tongue over my clit again, making me whimper with need.
I clenched, already close to my release.
It wouldn’t take much more. His touch became almost nonexistent, a whisper when I craved a roar.
I was sopping wet, completely overwhelmed with the need to come, but Nestore only kept up the light ministrations with the very tip of his tongue.
I sank my teeth into my lower lip. His eyes met mine, dark and hungry.
His entire face was covered with my lust by now, and his lips were puffy from teasing me.
He flicked his tongue over my clit, then slid lower, parting my folds until he found my opening and slid in. I moaned low in my throat.
“Beg me, then you’ll be rewarded.”
I remained silent except for the breathy moans that his tongue and lips forced out of me with every touch of my needy flesh. “You are very stubborn, my sweet Amelia.”
My heart jerked hearing the endearment. He slid a single finger into me and began to pump in and out slowly.
My inner walls clung to his finger, eager for the friction.
When he added a second finger, I gasped at the stretching sensation, but soon relaxed.
My hips rocked into the touch, but it wasn’t enough.
I needed my clit to be touched. “Nestore,” I pressed out, desire tingeing my voice.
He raised his gaze from his glistening fingers. “What do you need?”
The hint of triumph in his voice raised my ire, and I shook my head in response.
He chuckled and curled his fingers inside me, making me arch off the bed.
My eyes rolled back, but I didn’t tip over the edge.
I needed my clit to be touched. Despair filled me.
Nestore pulled out his fingers and began to stroke my inner pussy lips lightly with his index and middle fingers.
I clenched and moaned. His fingers were gentle as they circled my opening before he kept edging my pussy.
My core clenched. I was so close. So very close.
“So close,” Nestore murmured.
“I need more,” I said, not caring how needy I sounded.
“More.” Nestore brushed his tongue over my opening, following his fingers that slowly pushed into me.
“I was so very broken when I found out you’d left,” he whispered against my clit. “You were my world.”
I stilled. Nestore pushed upward and shoved down his pants.
His cock sprang free, making my belly clench in a mix of anxiety and desire.
My body still rang with the need for release, but my brain was caught up in the pain in Nestore’s eyes.
Nestore climbed on top of me and gripped my throat, his eyes harsh.
He grabbed one of my legs and hooked it over his hip, then pressed his tip against my soaked opening.
Before my body caught up, Nestore thrust forward, his grip on my throat tightening.
I gasped in pain. It felt like I was being split in two. My body was stretched to the maximum.
“All your firsts are mine,” Nestore growled.
With one hand on my throat, he pressed another against my throbbing clit and began to rub it almost harshly.
Despite the pain, my body had been prepped for release for too long and immediately responded.
Nestore pounded into me, his eyes harsh and condemning as his thumb rubbed my clit.
Pain and pleasure battled until the latter exploded through me with almost blinding intensity, and my orgasm wrecked me.
Nestore glared down at me, his lips almost on mine as his hips pistoned against me, his cock unrelenting as my pussy yielded.
I kept shuddering through my release, and something wet trailed down my ass cheeks. Blood or lust? I wasn’t sure. I wouldn’t have been surprised if it were both.
Nestore’s lips crashed against mine, and his tongue ravaged my mouth like his cock did my pussy.
Soon, his movements became even harder and less controlled, spiking the pain in my core to new heights.
His fingers tightened on my throat as he threw his head back for a guttural groan.
I felt him release deep inside me, filling me even further.
His pumps slowed until he stilled on top of me.
His face dipped forward, eyes closed, and lips parted in utter bliss.
God, he was beautiful. Even as my body screamed with pain, I didn’t regret what happened. Not when it made Nestore look so content. I wanted to hate him, but I couldn’t.
His eyes opened, his gaze locking on mine, and the bliss was replaced with triumph. “Your pussy milked my cock perfectly.”
I only returned his stare.
He leaned further down, his lips brushing mine as he murmured, “I want you to hate me as I hated your father.”
I smiled against his lips. “You’ll fail.”