Chapter 38
Chapter
Thirty-Eight
Wrath kicked the Prospect out after dinner. I thought once he did that, we’d finally get around to having sex, but he’s just sat with me on the sofa watching some shit on TV and it’s pissing me off. I throw the odd glance his way, but he doesn’t react, his hardened gaze fixed on the screen. Deciding to take matters into my own hands I stand from the sofa.
“Where you going?” he asks as I go to walk away.
“Just grabbing a drink. Would you like one?”
“No thanks baby,” he tells me and turns back to the TV.
I sigh as I grab a glass of water, downing half of it before refilling it and heading back. l take another sip and then place the glass on the table, I stop in front of him, blocking his view of the TV. His head tips back and he quirks an eyebrow as he looks up at me in question. I lick my lips and climb onto of him, straddling him. He reaches out and grabs my sides holding onto me softly.
I lean down and kiss him. Gently at first, but the longer we kiss the more aggressive it gets. Our teeth clash as we battle for control. His hands run up my back, he grips the back of my neck and pulls me into him. His cock hardens underneath me, and I roll my hips. He groans as I grind into him. A few seconds later and his grip on my neck tightens as he pulls me away.
“Firecracker, wait.”
“I don’t want to wait,” I tell him as I shuffle a little further back, my hands reach for the button on his jeans, but he stops me before I can undo it.
“Baby, please. We should talk first.”
I pull back and stare at him for a few seconds. “Talk about what?”
He places his hands back on my hips, and I can feel his thumb rubbing gently up and down my skin. “We need to talk about what happened. I think we should take it slowly; I don’t want to rush you into anything you’re not comfortable with.”
I let out a long heavy sigh but then smile at him before leaning forward and placing a small kiss on his lips, resting my forehead against his. “I appreciate you wanting to make sure that I’m ok with that. And I really am ok. I took a couple of slaps from those fuckers, but that’s all, I’m good.” I grip his face and pull back so we can look at each other. I want to make sure that he hears me. “I’m horny, Wrath. And what I want right now, what I need more than anything, is for you to fuck me.”
His breath shakes and his pupils dilate, he bites his bottom lip his eyes flicking between mine, looking for any doubt I assume. But he won’t find any, not at all. I want this, I want him. I feel the pressure increase from his fingers on my hips and before I’ve have a chance to think about it, he’s stripped me of my top before wrapping his mouth around my nipple. I cry out as his sucks hard before biting down, almost hard enough to break the skin. Almost.
I place my hands on the back of his head, running up the back, just enough to let my fingers grip what hair he has. All it does is spur him on though, his mouth moving from one breast to the other.
I grind down on his dick harder and faster, needing as much friction as possible. I pull away and slide off him, dropping to my knees in front of him. He smirks and watches me, lifting his hips a little as I undo the button on his jeans and slide them down his legs.
He wraps one hand around my hair pulling tightly as I cup his balls, rubbing them, before running my hands up and down his thick shaft. He hisses, the muscles in his legs clench as I speed up my movements.
I dip my head, making sure to keep my eyes on his as I stick my tongue out and slowly run it along the slit, licking up the pre-cum as it drips from the tip.
“Fucking hell, Firecracker. You’re killing me,” he bites out, his breathing a little ragged.
I smile and I lean further forward and wrap my lips around his dick, flattening my tongue on the underside and slowly sliding down until the tip hits the back of my throat.
His hand is tight in my hair, but he doesn’t guide my head, he lets me control my movements. I stay like that for a few more seconds and then, oh so slowly, slide back up, never taking my eyes off him. I let my lips pop, letting his cock slip from my mouth. His grip tightens in my hair but again he doesn’t take control. I roll my tongue around the tip and then run it down the side of his shaft all the way down to the bottom.
Without hesitation I lick each of his balls, and then wrap my mouth around one licking and sucking while rubbing and squeezing the other. His hand tightens in my hair while his other reaches for my hand, threading his fingers through mine squeezing and I smile around his balls.
He pulls my head back tipping it so he can see my face. I lick my lips and his eyes track the movements of my tongue; I see a small smirk play across his lips.
“You have no idea how much I want to make you choke on my cock,” he tells me, his eyes dark. My heart begins to race, and my pussy starts to throb.
“So, make me,” I whisper out.
His grip tightens in my hair. “You sure?” he asks.
I give him a small smile and a nod. I like it when he’s rough, and just the thought of it has me lowering my fingers into my underwear. I suck in a breath when I run the pad of my finger over my clit and through my soaked folds.
My eyes close for a brief second but the sting of my hair being yanked has me opening them again. Wrath looks at me and shakes his head.
“Remove your hand. Nobody touches your pussy but me, and that includes you.”
I swallow, my breathing ragged and slowly remove my hand.
“Good girl. Now open that pretty little mouth of yours.” He doesn’t give me a chance to think about it, pulling my head forward and pushing his cock between my lips, he hisses as the tip hits the back of my throat, holding me there.
The tears begin to pool in my eyes and spit drips from the corners of my mouth. I place my hands on his thighs giving them a gentle squeeze, he instantly pulls me off his dick.
“Firecracker?” he questions, worry clouding his face.
I nod and smile. “I’m ok, I just needed a second.” I bite my lip looking down and then back up at his face. “More.”
“Baby?”
“More,” I tell him. I lean forward, to empathise my point that I can take more.
He hesitates for a few seconds before accepting it’s what I want and pulls my forward slamming his cock so hard into my mouth I gag when it hits the back of my throat. He guides my movements, pulling me up and then pushing me back down just as hard every single time.
I look up at him, tears running down my face, spit and cum dripping from my mouth I’m sure I look a mess, but I don’t care, and neither does he. He continues until his shaft hardens and pulses. He holds me in place as his hot cum shoots from the tip, coating my throat.
I swallow as much as I can, but it’s coming out too thick and fast I’m struggling to catch it all.
“Holy fuck,” he yells and I grip his thighs, as he empties the contents of his balls into mouth. He pulls me off, and not giving me a chance to catch my breath he yanks me up and pulls me into his lap, slamming his lips to mine, and kisses me like I haven’t just sucked his cock.
His tongue pushes into my mouth as he swirls it around, he groans, and I let out a small cry as he bites my lip hard enough that I taste blood. It doesn’t stop him though, the kiss only gets hungrier, more aggressive. I grind my pussy on his dick trying to get some friction. My entire body is bursting with tingles and if I don’t cum soon, I’m going to combust.