Chapter 6
Six
Bentley
My mind raced as I carried her up the stairs to my apartment. I shouldn’t be doing this. I should be the adult here and put a stop to it before it went any further. Yet, the thought of someone else touching her, taking her, was enough to drive me mad.
Her lips tasted like candy. I couldn’t get enough of them, and when I heard that soft moan that escaped her throat, I knew I was going to go to hell. My tongue washed through her mouth, tasting her even more. If I were going to hell, I might as well enjoy my last night on this earth and make the best of it.
I kicked the door open to my apartment, leaving it open, and made my way over to the couch. I placed her down on the seat and dropped to my knees. I pushed her skirt up, leaving it bunched at the waist, and ran my fingers over her lacey panties, watching her eyes as I hooked my fingers into the lace and ripped them off her. Placing my large hands on either side of her inner thighs, I spread her legs and buried my face between them.
Her fingers gripped my hair as my tongue worked in circles over that small bundle of nerves. I fucking wanted to hear her let go.
“Bentley…” she panted. “The…door…”
There was no one else here, so I ignored her and continued licking and sucking. She gripped my hair even tighter, her breathing now rapid, the muscles in her legs tightening.
My hands cupped her ass, keeping her in place as I continued lapping at her.
“Oh god…Bennnnn…”
Her hips bucked, and I gripped her ass tighter, holding her so she couldn’t move away. With her legs resting on my shoulders, shaking as she moaned, her orgasm ripped through her, I kissed the inside of her thighs.
I couldn’t get enough of her taste. My cock ached as I finally pulled my mouth off her and looked at her glistening pussy. She lay there, breathing heavily, her fingers still entwined in my hair.
I licked my lips. She tasted so damn good; I wanted her taste forever imprinted on my tongue. I’d only gotten a small taste of her and was nowhere near done with her. I craved the sound of her release again. I stood up, grabbed her, and threw her over my shoulder and headed toward the bedroom.
“What about the door?” she questioned, giggling.
I stopped, carried her to the door, and slammed it shut, then headed toward the bedroom. Placing her on the ground, I ripped her dress off her shoulders, pushing it down her body until it was in a pile on the floor, then started pulling at my belt.
I had to fucking claim her. Her pussy was mine.
“You are sure this is what you want?” I questioned. I had to make sure, because once I started, there was no way I was going to want to stop.
Her cheeks flushed as she nodded her head.
“Get ready then…you’re about to be claimed. This pussy is about to be mine,” I whispered into her ear as I ran two fingers through her centre. Turn around,” I growled.
Shockingly, she did as she was told. Bending at the waist, she placed her hands down on the bed. My cock was finally free from the confines of my pants as my pants and boxers dropped to the floor. I gripped myself, stroking a little as I reached for a condom on my dresser. I slid it on, then ran my fingers between her legs. She was dripping, and she let out a tiny groan as I ran my fingers through her slit again while still stroking my cock.
I gripped her hip with my left hand and lined myself up at her entrance. “You ready?”
Instead of answering me, I saw her shake her head in a yes motion.
“Tell me, Noelle. Tell me you’re ready…. tell me you want it. I want to hear you say it.”
“I want it,” she cried, pushing herself back against me.
Something inside me told me I needed to claim her even more than before. Gripping her hips tight, I eased myself inside of her. She was so fucking tight, and that feeling combined with the sound of her cries almost made me come on the spot.
I fucking groaned as I pulled myself out of her only to slowly bury myself inside her again. I gripped her hips, holding myself inside of her, allowing her to get used to me being there before I moved.
“How’s that feel?”
“So good,” she purred.
I slowly began moving, pumping into her deeper each time until I could feel the base of my spine getting tighter. It wouldn’t be long because I couldn’t hold back any longer. I gripped her tight as I felt her tighten around me.
I reached around, rubbing her clit, causing her to tighten even more around me. It was all I could do to hold back. I clenched my teeth. Every muscle in my body contracted and when I felt her pussy tighten around my cock and throb, I allowed myself to let go, spilling inside of her as she moaned my name again.
She collapsed on the bed as I pulled myself from her. Pulling the condom off, I threw it into the wastebasket and fell to the bed beside her, pulling her against me. Her body lay limp in my arms, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession as she came down.
The entire thing was so fucking wrong but felt so damn right. I figured I’d fuck her this one time and get her out of my system, but I already knew that would not be possible. I already wanted more, my body already craving the taste of that sweet pussy. There was no damn way I would ever get her off my mind. I’d definitely crossed the uncrossable line.
I finally drifted off to dreams of being buried inside of her. When I woke, the sky had just turned that pinkish hue. I could still feel her, but when I shifted, I noticed she wasn’t there.
I sat up, looking around the room. The bathroom door was open. At first, I thought she was in there, but when I looked to the floor where I’d left her dress in a pile in front of my jeans, it was gone. She’d taken off sometime in the night without letting me know.
I kicked back the covers we’d been laying under and climbed out of bed. I grabbed a clean pair of jeans and shirt and threw them on, feeling somewhat relieved. It was probably for the best that she’d left. Now, I just needed to work her out of my system. Only when I turned and looked down at the sheets, I wondered if it would be that easy. Had I’d taken her virginity? Apparently, I had, and I’d been a little too rough from the spots of blood that were present on my sheets.
I sat back down, wondering why she’d left without so much as a goodbye, because no matter how badly I wanted to say it was over, I couldn’t deny my want for her. She was mine; she belonged to me, and I would not stop until I got her.