Chapter 13
My greedy gazewandered from her dark eyeliner to her long, thick lashes and the bright peach lipstick on her pouty mouth. I was already imagining those lips deep throating my cock.
My predatory regard didn’t stop there. It went down to her luscious, curvy body I’d never get enough of.
My cock twitched at the mere sight of her.
She narrowed her eyes at me with a heady stare.
“You and I both know all I have to do is touch you, and it’s game over.”
Something about the way she stared at me was animalistic, luring me with her eyes. It should be a sin to look as good as she did. I knew her pussy ached just as much as my cock throbbed to be inside her.
Everything moved at warp speed, and I couldn’t keep up with it. It seemed to be one thing after another, escalating with each passing day.
I wanted to touch her.
Kiss her.
Fuck her.
But mostly, I wanted to be honest with her.
Which was far worse than actually losing her.
I watched her with hunger until I couldn’t take it anymore. She never saw it coming. I gripped her throat, making her back crash to the door from the sudden shift in movement. Her arms were over her head within seconds, and I held her wrists in my strong grasp.
Her breath hitched while her eyes widened, and her chest heaved at my mercy. Exactly how I wanted her all along. I hovered above her, needing her to understand I was always in control.
No matter what.
Bending forward, I hovered above her small frame, making her seem so tiny beneath me.
So helpless.
So pretty.
So mine.
Before she could even blink, I turned her body for her chest to press against the door and her ass on my hard dick.
I whispered in her ear, “You’ve been a very bad girl.”
I unbuckled my belt, then unzipped my jeans. In one swift, sudden movement, I slid down her panties.
“You think I should give you what you want or torture you to let you come?”
She squirmed from my hold, and I didn’t hesitate to drop to my knees.
“Aires, what are y?—”
My tongue was in her asshole.
“Aires!”
I rimmed around the pucker, loving the feel of it against my lips. I was a dirty bastard when it came to her.
Never claimed to be anything but.
“Ah…”
I knew she liked it.
At a moment’s notice, I slid under her thighs. My face was literally buried between her legs. Kissing her clit next, I slowly sucked it between my lips. The light suction pulled back the hood of her clit before my tongue slipped into her opening.
“You want me to fuck you with my mouth?”
She was ready to beg if she had to.
“Yes.”
“Say it. Tell me what you want.”
I sucked in her clit again, sending her into a frenzy as she threaded her fingers through my hair.
“Please…” she shamelessly pleaded.
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me with your mouth.”
I shoved my tongue as deep as it would go into her cunt, causing her juices to flow out. Letting me savor every last drop.
“You have the sweetest taste,” I groaned.
Licking.
Sucking.
Devouring her.
Harder and more demanding, I moved my head up and down and in a side-to-side motion. She squirmed and quivered all at once as I continued to rub my mouth all around her pussy, unable to get enough of her. I wanted her wetness all over me, not just around my lips.
“Beg me. Beg me to come like a good girl,” I ordered, never letting up on my torture.
“Please…please…make me come…”
I slid my middle and ring fingers deep inside her, aiming them directly toward her G-spot. I ate her pussy exactly how she wanted me to, exactly how she’d been fantasizing about on all the nights she was alone in her bed. She started rocking her hips, fucking my face the way she loved.
“Please…please…please…”
My fingers moved faster and became urgent until her pussy clamped down, letting me know she was close. She couldn’t hold back any longer and screamed out my name.
I didn’t give her a chance to recover, fucking her with my mouth, tongue, and fingers over and over again.
She came.
And came.
All the way down my throat.
Exactly how I wanted her to.
Within seconds, I stood and turned her around, crushing my lips against hers with my tongue in her mouth. She moaned, tasting herself all over my lips.
“I’ll never get enough of your sweet pussy.”
My hands roamed all over her body, feeling every curve like I couldn’t decide where I wanted to touch her the most. She leaned into my touch, needing to feel me as if she needed the air to breathe.
I couldn’t get enough of her, and the feeling was mutual.
Wrapping her legs around my waist, I was balls deep inside her in one thrust. Slamming her against the door.
“Ahhhh…” she huffed, trying to catch her breath.
I thrust in and out, each one more demanding than the last. Fucking her like I wanted to make us one person. Nothing compared to this woman.
To us.
Bailey was made for me.
End. Of. Story.
“Right there…don’t stop…right there…” She eagerly panted as I roughly gripped her hips for leverage to pound into her, my cock hitting her G-spot.
“Here,” I baited. “Right here, Bay? Or here?”
“Yes…”
“Your pussy is so tight, so wet, so good…”
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her back arched off the table, coming so hard. I kissed her, stifling her screams of ecstasy. It only intensified my desire and need for her. Her sounds grew louder the closer I got to coming apart.
I fucked her harder.
Faster.
As I mercilessly pounded into her, my balls were drenched from her wetness.
“That’s it, Bay…squeeze my cock with your tight cunt. I can’t get enough of it. I can’t get enough of you.”
The slapping sound of our skin-on-skin contact echoed in the room.
“I missed you,” she moaned.
That was all it took for me to come deep inside her. It was only then I realized…
I just angry fucked her.