Chapter 29
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
He pulls me up and spins me to face him, cupping his hand around the back of my neck and pulling me toward him. His lips meet mine, and I’m shocked when his kiss is soft—gentle even. He pulls back ever so slightly, the tip of his nose ghosting over mine.
“I need more,” he whispers. His eyes searching mine.
I should tell him no. I should make him leave, but I can’t. I don’t want to. I want him. I want more from him. Despite the tension between us, and the fact that he seems to hate me, I feel a connection to him. It’s something I can’t explain. Something I don’t want to explain, or even try and figure out.
I lick my lips, and then reach down grabbing his hand. He watches my movements and then I see him smirk as I step around him and lead him toward the bathroom.
I hit the light switch and then let his hand drop before reaching in and flipping the shower on. I lift my shirt over my head as I turn back to see him walking out of the bathroom, surprise ripples through me and I feel the sting of rejection, but it’s brief as he strolls back into the bathroom sans his clothes.
I swallow, apprehension bubbling away inside of me as he slowly stalks toward me. He doesn’t hesitate, the moment he reaches me he lifts me into the bath and steps me back until I’m under the spray.
He doesn’t take his eyes off me, as he runs my hair under the water, making sure every strand is covered.
This is too much. Too intense I need to stop this. Take back some control. I push at his chest slightly and step around him, he mirrors my movements until we swap positions, and he is under the spray instead. Then I drop to my knees in front of him.
He watches me intently as I look up at him through my lashes. I cast my gaze back down to his cock and swallow. I forgot how big and thick it was. I lick my lips and then wrap one hand around the shaft and slowly glide my hand up to the tip, and then gently run my thumb over the slit coating it in the remains of our combined juices and the fresh pre-cum dripping from it. His body tenses and I hear him inhale a breath before he widens his stance giving him better balance.
I lean forward, and let my tongue run over the edge of his slit before circling the tip and then tilting my head to the side and running it down the side of his shaft and then back up before moving to do the same on the other side of it.
His hand is suddenly in my hair, his fingers wrap around the wet strands as his grip tightens and he tips my head back to look at him.
“Stop teasing and let me fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.”
I smirk up at him as he cocks an eyebrow. His grip tightens in my hair, and I hiss at the bite of pain.
“Too rough?” he asks a note of concern in his tone.
I shake my head as much as his grip will allow. “No.” I glance away from him, feeling a little uncomfortable.
“Hey. You want to stop?” He forces my gaze back to him and I can hear the worry in his voice.
“No. I just. Erm…” I trail off, my eyes once again shifting not really knowing how to say what I want.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I swallow building up my courage before looking back up at him.
“Say it. Whatever it is, just say it.”
I bite my lip and look down at his cock so close to my face. I don’t know where my confidence has gone. I know I’m not massively experienced, but I’ve never felt this nervous about saying something before.
“Marissa,” he bites out making me jump.
“You’re kind of rough. It’s new…” I swallow, fuck it. “I like it,” I whisper feeling my cheeks heat with embarrassment. I don’t look at him, I can’t, so I keep my eyes focused on his cock, wondering if I should have just sucked his dick and not said anything.
I hear him laugh, it’s a small chuckle but all it does is fuel my mortification, I’m preparing to bolt when he gently thrusts forward and runs the tip of his cock over the closed seam of my lips. “Don’t deny me baby. I’ll give you want you want, but you gotta let me in.”
I look back up at him and nod before opening my mouth giving him access.
He gives me a smirk then nods, gripping my hair so tight I’m sure he’s going to rip out some strands, and then he slams his cock so far into my mouth it hits the back of my throat and I gag.
My hands grip onto his thighs as he pulls out to the tip and thrusts back in again and holds himself there for a few seconds. My eyes widen and tears begin to form in the corners. He pulls all the way out giving me a chance to catch my breath before placing the tip on my bottom lip.
“If it gets too much, or you want me to stop, you tap my thighs. Do you understand?” I nod at him, but he’s not satisfied. “Words, Marissa. Tell me you understand in words.”
I nod again but give him what he wants. “I understand. If it gets too much, I’ll tap your thighs.”
I guess he got the go ahead that he needed. “Good,” he says as he thrusts back into my mouth at the same time.
His hips thrusting back and forth his hand holding my head in place as his cock slams into the back of my throat. My grip tightens on his thighs, but I don’t tap out. I’m enjoying this way too much as tears spill down my cheeks, and spit runs down my chin.
He pulls out every few seconds giving me enough time to gasp in a couple of short breaths before slamming back in again. My pussy throbs, and I can feel how wet I am.
His breathing becomes heavier, his muscles tighten, and I feel his cock swell in my mouth, and it begins to throb before his hot cum spurts from the end and down my throat.
“Fucking swallow it, baby. Every fucking drop. Take it like I know you can,” he cries out, holding my head forcing me to swallow his cum. The longer he holds, the less I can breathe, and I can feel the panic starting to build. But before it takes over, he pulls out and tugs me to my feet, slamming his lips onto mine and backing me up against the wall.
He lifts my leg hooking it over his hips before thrusting is cock into my pussy.
How the fuck is he still hard?
I pull my mouth away from his, tipping my head back and sucking in as much air as I can, his mouth clamps around the side of my neck, and he sucks.
“Wrath,” I call out, trying to get him to stop, but he just hums and continues to suck as he pounds into me, my back sliding up and down the wall with every thrust.
I hang onto him as my body heats and my legs begin to quake, my orgasm crashes through me before I have a chance to recognise it and I scream out in surprise. A few seconds later he moans around my neck as his orgasm rushes through him.
He releases my neck and then kisses me, before resting his forehead on mine.
I cling to him, my energy completely spent. Our breathing erratic, but strangely in sync. He steps back and spins me, placing me under the shower spray. He lets my feet drop to the floor, but he doesn’t release me. He wraps one arm around me while reaching over, grabbing the shower wash from the shelf, and squirting on my body.
I lean into him as he scrubs every inch of my skin before moving on to my hair. Once he’s done, I reach for the gel to wash him, but he shakes his head, lifting me out of the shower.
No words are exchanged as he dries my body before carrying me into the bedroom and placing me under the covers. I blink up at him as exhaustion takes over. I feel him place a gentle kiss on my forehead before my eyes fully close and I drift off into a dreamless sleep.