30. Elio
Elio
T he amount of control it takes to pull out of Deirdre’s sweet, pulsing little pussy should earn me the title of a fucking god among men.
I wrench my cock out of her, staggering backwards until my legs hit my office chair and I fall heavily into it.
My pants are tangled around my ankles, and I kick them off and to the side with a grunt.
Leaning back, I grip the arm of the chair with my unsplinted hand, chest heaving, cock wet and twitching, and I stare at Deirdre’s perfect, reddened ass.
She’s still bent over, nearly boneless, her legs shaking, her pussy glistening.
Fuck me, from this angle I can literally see the aftershocks of her orgasm drawing the muscles around her cunt tight, over and over again, like the throb of a heartbeat.
“How does it feel to squeeze around nothing?” I groan.
“How does it feel to keep coming like that, without my cock inside you?” I take my shaft in a stiff grip.
I’m not sure if I want to stroke it and give into the battering need to come, or if I want to clench my fist around it and gain back some semblance of control.
“I…” she stammers between heavy breaths, “I feel so… empty .”
I just about come on the fucking spot.
I hiss through clenched teeth, squeezing myself so hard it hurts and scrunching up my face.
She needs me. She feels empty without me.
I can find another way to fill her.
“Get over here,” I grit out, cracking my eyes open to make sure that she obeys.
And she does, but so fucking slowly I want to grab her by the fucking hair again. It’s as if her muscles aren’t working quite right in the aftermath. She gets her hands under her on the desk, pushing upwards until most of her weight is on her wobbly legs, before she haltingly turns around.
There isn’t a lot of space between us. My chair wasn’t that far away from the desk. But the distance yawns like a fucking chasm, because she isn’t with me yet and if I can’t touch her then even one single step is a step too fucking far.
“Closer,” I rasp. I use my splinted hand to gesture to the place on the floor between my feet. “On your knees.”
She hesitates, that beautiful, damning, arousing disobedience flashing in her big blue eyes.
“Deirdre,” I warn, my voice lowering dangerously, “I am going to come inside you. And if it’s not inside your cunt then it will be inside your mouth or your ass. Your choice. Now fucking make it .”
At my words she shivers so hard I see it happen from here. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and I’m this fucking close to shoving her down on that desk again and burying myself in the pulsing paradise of her pussy.
Look. I shot my own father in the fucking head.
That doesn’t exactly make a man keen on producing his own spawn.
I doubt that I’m prime papà material and until today I haven’t even thought about bringing a baby into this equation.
But the thought of coming inside the wet, fertile channel of Deirdre’s body, seeing her get all big and swollen with my baby in her belly, makes me burn so hot with lust that it’s like there’s fire in my veins, fire that won’t ebb or cool or let me go until I literally fuck it out of me.
Cristo Santo. Fuck.
I’ve literally never felt like this before. So mindless with electric need that I’m prepared to throw all reason out the fucking window. Hell, I haven’t even shot my load in another woman without a condom in more than ten goddamn years.
But everything’s different with Deirdre. Everything.
Including me.
Dio help me, I’m going to take her by the throat, then shove until she’s flat on her fucking back on my desk, splayed entirely open for me.
And then I’m going to rut her like a fucking animal in heat.
My legs tense, preparing for me to rise up out of the chair.
But at that exact moment, Deirdre makes her choice and steps forward. The soft press of her hands on my thighs as she lowers herself to her knees is all it fucking takes to freeze me there.
She kneels between my legs, and it’s a beautiful fucking sight. Her wide gaze moves from the iron-hard rod of my cock to my face and then back down.
“I don’t…”
Jesus fucking fuck . I can feel her breath on my damp skin as she speaks.
“I don’t know what to… I’ve never done this before,” she admits. I ease my fingers away from my cock and grasp her chin firmly, my thumb pressing against her lower lip.
“Open your mouth.”
She swallows, her throat bobbing, and for a second I lose myself imagining what that mouth, that throat, are going to feel like from the inside.
“ Open .”
She finally does so, parting her lips slightly until I can see the blunt, shiny edges of her teeth.
“Wider, Songbird,” I groan. My hips roll without me meaning for them to, the tip of my cock colliding with her lips and smearing precum there.
I press my thumb harder at the place above her chin, pushing downwards against the lower half of her jaw until her mouth is forced into a pretty pink O shape.
My slick head is right fucking there, and it only takes a miniscule nudge to send it past her lips and teeth and into the wet cavern of her mouth.
“Now suck.”
She does so, an experimental tug of tension against the tip of my cock that has me straining in the chair.
Her tongue prods delicately at my leaking tip, then lower, stroking its silken surface across my glans.
I can tell she doesn’t know what the fuck she’s doing.
She’s treating the tip of my dick like a lollipop instead of sucking me down deeper, but for the moment I don’t give a flying fuck.
My balls get hot and tight, my shaft practically vibrating, needing more and needing her not to stop even for a second all at the same damn time.
I bury my hand in her hair, gripping the back of her head and mussing up her braid, guiding her down at the same time that I thrust up. She gives a muffles squeak of surprise that I feel all the way down to my balls.
But she doesn’t let up. Sloppily trying to time herself to my new gyrating rhythm, she bobs her head. Instinctively, she slides a hand further up my thigh until she’s got her fist sliding up and down the throbbing length of me.
“You’re doing so fucking well,” I groan, bucking up into her mouth a little harder than I mean to, making her choke a bit. I slide my fingers out of her hair to the soft place beneath her jaw, then lower, to the front of her throat. Massaging there, I coax her, “Take me deeper.”
Her eyes meet mine. Searing, endless, heart-stopping fucking blue. Her face is flushed, her hair a mess, her mouth filled with my cock and she couldn’t look any fucking better.
She used to fight me. She used to fight me so fucking hard. But now I’ve got her on her knees with my dick in her mouth and she isn’t even trying to bite it off. And when I nudge myself further inside, she relaxes and she fucking takes me deeper.
“Fuck. Stay like that,” I breathe, returning my hand to the back of her head as I fuck her mouth. She’s not trying to move on her own or suck now, I’m going too hard for that. All she can do is kneel there and fucking take it, holding her mouth open for me as her eyes slide shut.
I cannot fucking wait to marry this girl.
Maybe I’ll have her suck me off right before the wedding, when she looks all pristine with her hair and makeup done, her white dress pooling around her body as she kneels.
A heady moan fills my lungs at that image, and my dick spasms hard in the silken wet of my fiancée’s mouth.
A jet of come shoots forward, filling her and probably surprising her, because she makes a garbled sound and tries to pull away.
My hand turns hard as stone on the back of her head, holding her there, trapping her.
“I said,” I grit out between waves of mind-bending pleasure, “that I was going to come inside you. Do not fucking move.”
I can’t believe she obeys, but she actually does.
She stops fighting my hold as I spurt once more into her mouth.
Forced to either swallow or choke, she chooses the former.
Her throat contracts, and the suction in her mouth increases, making me bite back a gruff moan as my dick grows exquisitely sensitive.
There’s a temptation to let my eyes roll back in my head and just enjoy the physical sensations. But I don’t. I keep them wide fucking open, fastened on Deirdre’s blushing face as she struggles so prettily to swallow everything I’ve given her.
Eventually, the pressure of her mouth on me turns into a breathless sort of torture. I ease my grip and let her wrench herself off of my cock with a wet-sounding gasp. Her mouth hangs slightly open as she pants, her lips swollen and smeared with saliva and the remnants of me.
It makes me feel like I’m going to get hard again already.
It makes me want to get back inside her pussy.
“Morelli will get you the pill,” I grunt, yanking my clothes from the floor and hitching them up over my hips. I tuck my dick back inside and fasten everything into place without standing. I’m not entirely convinced my legs are going to hold me yet.
Deirdre’s glazed look morphs into a glare, as if she’s suddenly remembered that she was supposed to be pissed at me.
“I shouldn’t have to ask your permission for something like that,” she says, getting shakily to her feet so that she’s looking down at me instead of up.
Her face gets even redder when my gaze goes to her bare legs and pussy and she snatches at her clothes, pulling them up violently like she’s even more mad at them than at me.
“Don’t worry, Songbird. I don’t plan on making you into a mamma just yet,” I reply. “Want to enjoy you as my wife first. Keep you just for me a little while longer.”
“Alright, well… That doesn’t cover everything, though. The pill, I mean.” She hesitates, and I stare at her unblinking, waiting for her to spit out whatever the fuck it is she’s trying to say. She takes a steeling breath then says in a rush, “Have you been tested recently?”
“Tested? Like, tested tested?”
She nods.
“I need to know,” she says defensively, even though I’m not offended in the slightest. “Since you don’t use…”
“Condoms?” I say with a sardonic smirk. “Actually, Songbird, I pretty much always use condoms. Have for more than a decade. And I have been tested recently. Results are all clear on everything. Morelli’s a demanding son of a bitch, and I don’t always ignore his recommendations.”
“You…” Her eyebrows do that cute frowny thing that creates the wrinkle between them that I always want to poke.
Or lick.
“You always use protection? But… with me…”
“Not with you.” I rise from the chair, towering over her, forcing her to crane her neck and stare up at me. “Never with you. I told you that we are fucking bound. No barriers.”
I palm her neck, then lower my mouth, sucking gently at her ear until she shivers and gasps.
Releasing that slip of skin from between my teeth, I murmur hotly, “You have no fucking idea what it feels like to be inside you with nothing between us. To feel how fucking wet you are, gripping me the way you do. Like your pussy can’t get enough of me even if that stubborn little mouth won’t admit it. ”
She looks pissed, and almost a little guilty, no doubt because she knows I’m right.
I can’t stop myself from sucking her ear into my mouth again, then nipping down along her throat. She shudders, then plants two ineffectual hands against my chest.
“I have homework,” she objects. “I need to… to…”
She’s losing her train of thought as I lick the sensitive places her heart beats.
But her homework is important, especially since I know that she skipped some of her classes while I was indisposed.
“Go,” I say, taking one last, obsessive inhale against her skin, my cock twitching, before I straighten up. “Now. Or else I’ll be coming inside you again and this time it won’t be your mouth.”
She turns and runs like prey.