Chapter 9 #3
“Come here,” I growl, scooping her up off the floor by her armpits.
Turning at the waist, I throw her down on the bed face up, her tits bouncing around, her hands curling into the sheets.
That little cunt glistens between her thighs, so fresh and inviting.
“Jesus Christ, I want to fuck you,” I say in a choppy rush, leaning down to spit on her pussy.
“Send you back to work sore and sticky and limping. Who would stop me?”
“No one,” she gasps, crawling backwards a few inches on her elbows.
I follow quickly, catching her around the throat with my left hand.
“That’s right. No one,” I repeat, taking my heavy length in my right hand and beating it up and down, up and down, her wide gaze drawn there.
Holding. Watching me jack off right above her face, my balls in a quick back-and-forth sway, moving in time with my strokes.
“But I’m going to have that throat first, aren’t I? You want to give it to me, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
I slap my fat dick against her mouth. “Yes, what?”
“Daddy,” she whispers.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I heave, slicking my length into her mouth, that title of honor ringing in my head, adding steel to my spine, my chest. I tuck myself past her puffy lips and back out, shallow drives that bring me to the beginning of her throat where she gags slightly the first few times before she relaxes enough to let me breach that part of her.
Just barely. “Oh God. Good girl. Good girl, you’re letting me in. Just a little more.”
We lock eyes and I register the moment it clicks.
How to ease her throat muscles.
Two more of my inches sneak in, and she smiles around my shaft.
Lust drills me. Drills me in the basest section of my system.
Because I’m teaching my girlfriend how to suck my cock in real time.
It’s a fantasy. It’s a drug. But that worry over becoming an animal and losing myself in the desire I have for Vida is real now.
Very real. Black bleeds inward from the edges of my vision, and I start to hump her little mouth, rocking into it with low grunts that don’t even sound like me.
“Yeah. Yeah. Suck that thick pole. Look at me while I face-fuck you.”
Her eyes glaze over as she jacks me harder, rougher, the rest of my dick breaching the sanctified land of her virgin throat, and now—oh shit—now I’m just all-out riding her face.
I have to stop. I should stop. But her throat is so warm, and the friction is mind-blowing.
My balls are bouncing off her chin, and they’ve never been harder, more ready to spill.
“Hang you from a lifeguard tower. Pound your throat. What else are you going to let me do, huh? You like making me insane?”
She blinks a yes up at me, her hand finding my balls and starting a firm massage.
Oh shit.
Dynamite goes off low and deep in my stomach, my spine going ramrod straight from the force of my sudden orgasm.
I bear down and wail on her mouth with five hard, final pumps, and a flood comes ripping out of me.
She keeps fondling my balls, her throat so tight and vibrating with her moans that when I tell you I see the face of Jesus, I am not exaggerating.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh my God. Fuck. Fuck. Vida.”
Wife.
That’s my first thought as I start to come down from the highest pinnacle of pleasure any man has ever experienced.
This is my wife. Sign the check. Close the book.
I’m done. We have an emotional bond that only gets stronger every minute we spend together, and she can handle me at my most depraved?
This kind of thing doesn’t happen outside of fiction.
I’m so sprung, it’s ridiculous.
Stumbling into love with her like I’ve tripped and fallen backwards down a water slide.
“Vida. Angel.” I pull out of her mouth with a sharp groan, studying her for signs of distress or regret or anything.
Anything I caused by being so rough. But apart from some of my come clinging to her lips, she only looks winded.
I use the edge of the sheet to wipe her mouth, then lie down beside her, drawing her into a bear hug, my labored breathing loud in the room.
“You’re incredible. You’re perfect, my angel. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I got so—”
She interrupts me with a kiss. “You have to stop apologizing.” Her eyes shine over at me, her voice raspy.
Of course it is. I was just down her throat.
“Every time you let yourself go, you apologize, but…look at me. I keep coming back for more because I love it.” She ducks her head a little shyly, and I’m so charmed, I can’t fucking breathe.
“I had no idea I would love the way you speak to me so much, but you’re so sweet the rest of the time, I think maybe it balances out. ”
It all comes back.
How I encouraged her to be a slut. A whore.
Words I never say to anyone.
Words that flipped a dark switch in us both that led to satisfaction, as if they’d been whispered in my ear like a secret recipe to satisfy her needs. And mine. Ones I didn’t even know I had.
“And calling me Daddy?”
She giggles into my chest, her face flushed when she looks up at me. “At first I wasn’t sure, but…”
“But what?”
Her brows draw together as if she’s searching for the right words. When she reveals them, they’re hushed, like she’s sharing a secret. “When you say that word, it makes my tummy feel hot and my skin gets clammy. It makes me feel fragile and safe and…treasured.”
“You are. That’s exactly what I want.” I roll our foreheads together, thanking whatever fates blew this girl through my hotel room door.
“Thank God you love what we do because I don’t think I can live without it, or you, anymore,” I say, kissing her forehead, her nose, her lips.
“But if anything I ever do is too much, you’ll tell me? ”
Her smile makes my pulse skip. “I think you know I will.”
“And then I’ll never do it again.”
“I think I know that, too,” she whispers, brushing my hair back with her soft fingertips. A few seconds of silence pass as we stare at each other. “I’ll come to your party tonight.”
My heart climbs up into my throat. “You will?”
She nods. “I don’t want to be away from you for a whole night. We have so little time.”
Okay. She still doesn’t get it.
I’m not letting her go. Obviously, she needs more time and reassurance to believe that this relationship doesn’t have an end date.
I’m happy to provide it.
“I don’t want to spend a night away from you, either, angel. I wouldn’t be able to stand it,” I say fervently. Thickly. Drawing her tight to my body, wishing I could absorb her into my very blood stream. “Everything is going to be all right. I won’t let it be anything but all right for you.”