Chapter 17 #3
Finally, he comes up for air, placing his forehead against mine. “I know you’re scared. Trust me, we will figure it out. But no more of that shit about you not being mine and this is just temporary. Do you understand? I can’t take that shit.”
“Okay, I promise.” I swear at this moment I’d give this man whatever he wanted.
His hands grabbed my thighs before lifting the fabric of my nightgown up to my waist. His touch sears my skin and drives that desire that always settles in my belly when he’s around to shoot to my pussy.
“We’ll figure it out,” he says the words down in my face, his warm breath brushing against my lips. “But you’re mine, Ella. All mine.” He shoves the seat of my panties to the side before delving his finger into my heat. I whimper as I spread my legs wider.
“Mitch.”
He strokes his digits in my sopping wet center, slow and deep, causing my back to bow.
“All fucking mine,” he growls before placing his lips to mine, kissing me in that nasty and demanding way that he does.
I have to pull away from him to catch my breath, or I might suffocate. Mitch leans up right and yanks the belt of my robe loose. He shoves the silk fabric down my arms as if he’s angry with it. Next to go is my nightgown.
After the moment in his truck where he told me how beautiful he found my body, I had no more hang-ups about being naked in front of him. Mitch touched and admired my body as if I were the best thing he had ever seen.
He grabs the back of my legs and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Only this man can make my size 18 ass feel small. He plants his lips on mine as he carries me to his couch. He places me down on my back before climbing on top of me.
His kiss started at my lips and moved down my body. He licks the skin at my throat and then moves down to my cleavage. His tongue swirls around my navel; it makes me giggle.
“Turn around.” His deep voice offers no room for argument.
I do as I’m told, flipping onto my stomach, I turn my head to the right to stare at the wall. His glorious lips kissed down my spine, licking at my skin, leaving gooseflesh as he went. When his lips touch the top of my ass, I go still. Surely he isn’t going to do what I think he is.
A gasp leaves my lips when he spreads my ass cheeks and licks the crack of my butt like he’s licking icing off the top of a cupcake.
I turn my face into the couch cushion and moan.
His chuckle is muffled for a second. “What? You’ve never had your ass eaten before?”
Turning back to face the wall, I laughed. “No. I could barely get Andrew to kiss me. He definitely wasn’t eating ass.”
“Don’t worry, I’m going to make up for all he lacked.” Seconds later, he tugs my hips up, creating a space between me and the couch.
“Spread your legs.” He gives me one more command that I follow. I place one foot on the floor while the other knee is still on the couch.
I feel exposed in this position with my ass in his face, but all that is forgotten with the first swipe of his tongue over my pussy.
I huff out a breath and close my eyes. Mitch spreads my ass cheeks so far apart they could be in different time zones.
But I don’t care because the attention he gives my clit has me whimpering.
He sucks on my bud, then slides the pointed tip of his tongue through my lips like a credit card.
When he inserts his tongue into my hole, I ride it like a dick, tossing my ass back on his face.
I swear this man should teach a class on coochie eating. It could be a college level course.
He slants his head and kisses my lower lips like he does my real ones. My cries of pleasure sound like I’m on the set of a porn video. It takes him no time to get me to the edge.
“Mitch. Mitch.” I chant his name like a cheer.
When I finally crash into my orgasm, he lifts up. The sound of clothes rustling behind me gets my attention, and then the blunt head of his dick presses against my opening. Without delay, he shoves every inch of his cock into me.
I moan so loudly I should be embarrassed. Mitch goes so deep into me, his pelvis is pressed against my ass, and I nearly tip over.
He pulls out to the head and slams into me, fucking me like I’m on punishment. His heavy balls slap against my mound as he pistons into me.
Reaching over my head, I grab hold of the arms of his couch. My nails dig into the fabric, and drool falls from my open mouth. I can’t explain how good this man feels.
His grip on my hips tightens as he continues to push all the way into me from behind.
Whack! His hand comes down on my ass hard.
“Fuck me back, Ella. I need that shit, baby.”
“Mitchell,” I moan, but I oblige his request. Twerking my ass, I ride his cock, moving my pussy up and down on his length. The wet noise my sex makes is loud and telling of just how good he feels.
Looking over my shoulder, I watch as Mitch curves his back, his hands gripping my waist, and his gaze is on our connection.
“That’s my girl,” he encourages.
I take his words to heart and move faster on his dick. I wanted to please him, and I have plans to do just that for the rest of the night.
That night, Mitch fucked me until my voice went out. The sun was peeking over the horizon when I climbed back into my bed the next day. And the best thing about it, my boys never even knew I was missing.