Chapter 5 #3
Her breath came in pants, and she looked down at me, swallowing hard. “We can’t have that.”
And then I rolled over her, needing her.
“Want me to stop?”
“Don’t stop, Sharp. Please. I need you inside me.”
I closed my eyes and moaned and counted to three. That’s as far as I could go. “I’ve been waiting for those words for far too long.”
“It’s just us, right here, right? You and me. No one else?”
The hesitancy in her tone nearly broke me, but I swallowed hard and nodded.
“Just you and me.” And then I was kissing her again, our hands reaching for each other. I knelt between her legs and stripped off my shirt, loving the way her gaze widened.
“Oh. I guess ranch work is good for your body.”
“I’m covered in scars and ink, but yeah, it’s okay.”
“More than okay.” She reached up and played with the single barbell in my nipple. “And how did I not know this was there?”
“It’s relatively new.”
I winked and then leaned down to kiss her again. When she arched her back for me, I stripped off her shirt, groaning at the way her breasts overfilled her bra.
“So fucking beautiful.”
I kissed the globes of her breasts, and then undid the front snap, loving the way that her tits fell into my hands, overfilling them.
Her nipples were hard little peaks that begged for my mouth.
So I did what I’d wanted to do for months, and covered her nipple with my mouth, laving at her with my tongue as I used my other hand to squeeze and pluck at her nipple until she was writhing beneath me, my one thigh between her legs rubbing against the seam of her jeans over her clit.
And when she arched for me, I moved to her other breast, paying it just as much attention.
And then my name was on her lips as she came, gasping against me.
“Look at you, so fucking beautiful.”
“I cannot believe I just came like that,” she whispered.
“I can make it better.”
Then I was kissing down her body, licking and sucking as she ran her hands through my hair. I undid the button of her jeans and tugged, remembering belatedly she still wore her boots.
But I didn’t care. Instead, I shoved them down and knelt between her legs even though I couldn’t spread her far enough.
“This is going to be a little difficult.”
“We’ll manage,” I growled. And then my mouth was on her pussy, tasting until I could barely hold on. Scrambling, I removed the rest of her clothes, nearly shaking with need.
I hooked one thigh over my shoulder as I dove deeper, spearing her with two fingers. As she leaned up on her forearms to look down at me, I gazed into her eyes and then spit over her cunt.
“Mine,” I growled.
“Sharp,” she gasped.
And then I went back to sucking and eating her out until I knew this was my feast. My essence.
I speared her with three fingers, curling them so I could find her g-spot, and when she finally came again, I kept going, loving the way she rocked against my mouth, flooding me with her orgasm.
As I pulled away, sucking my fingers, she looked up at me, her body flushed, her eyes wide.
“Whoa.”
“I can’t help it. I like the way that you taste,” I growled.
Before I could say anything else, she was sitting up and tugging on my belt. Her hands shook, and I helped her undo my belt and my jeans, and she shoved my pants below my hips.
With wide eyes, she reached out, gripped my cock at the base, and pumped once, twice. I was already so hard that the vein on the underside of my dick pulsated, and pre-cum drizzled at the tip.
“Jamie, if you keep touching me like that, I’m not going to last. I’m going to come on those pretty tits, and it’s going to be over soon.”
“Well, you’re just going to have to be strong.”
And with that, she leaned forward and took me into her mouth.
My hands tangled in her hair as she ran her tongue over my cock, sliding her mouth in a way that made me see stars.
She kept moving, her wet heat edging me to the point that I nearly came.
She opened her mouth wider, flattening her tongue, and I couldn’t help it.
I shoved my cock down her throat, letting my hips flex.
She gagged but didn’t pull away. Instead, she gripped my hips and somehow got my dick even farther down her throat.
And then she swallowed, and I nearly came.
I crossed my eyes and counted to ten, all while watching her bob along my cock, nearly sending me over the edge.
At the last moment I pulled out and squeezed my dick.
“I need to come inside that the pussy of yours. Next time. Next time your tits. And your throat.”
“Next time.” She met my gaze, and I hoped to hell there would be a next time.
I reached into my jeans pocket and pulled out the condom I had put there, hoping for this. She didn’t say a damn thing, because I knew she had been hoping for it as well. There was no denying it.
Even though both of our jeans were still technically on, I pushed her to her back, rolled her over, and tilted her ass up slightly.
And then in another moment, I was inside her, sliding into that wet heat to the point that both of us moaned out loud.
She was so tight, so fucking tight that I knew I was hurting her, stretching her.
But I rubbed her ass, massaging those muscles as she met me thrust for thrust.
I leaned over her, biting into her shoulder as I pumped in and out of her, her cunt squeezing my dick to the point of near pain, but I couldn’t help it, I rode her until both of us were calling out each other’s names, sweat slicking us, and in that next moment I knew I needed to see her.
So I pulled out of her, ignoring her moan of displeasure, and went to my back.
We maneuvered so she could straddle me, both of us tangled in boots and jeans, and then she was over me, letting me thrust deeply into her cunt to the hilt.
She rode me with her tits bouncing, both of us shaking, and there were no more words.
And when she finally came again, my thumb gliding over her clit, she fell on top of me, holding me for dear life as she shook, and I slammed into her once more, groaning her name and coming.
I filled the condom to the point that I was afraid it would burst, and there was no more thinking. Just her and me in this moment.
And knowing that I never wanted to let go.
I’d marked her as mine, filled her as mine.
And when she walked away, I would be the one left behind. Marked, broken, and knowing that this might’ve been a mistake, but a blessed one.
One I would make again.