Chapter 16 #2
“Come here, Alina. I want your pretty ass in my lap.”
“And if the neighbors hear?”
“Then we’ll give them a show. Come here, princess, right now. Or does that break one of your ten thousand rules?”
“I don’t have ten thousand rules,” I say, heart racing, skin prickling with goosebumps. Arousal floods my core. This is a very bad idea.
“You’re right. It’s easily ten times that many. You have a new rule for every hour of every day.”
“I know what you’re doing.” I glare at him, arms hugging myself and covering my breasts. “You’re goading me.”
“Into what, exactly?”
“You’re trying to goad me into having sex with you, but it won’t work.”
His eyebrows raise. He casually places one hand on top of his hard cock at the very base. He doesn’t stroke. He doesn’t grip. His hand only rests there, drawing more attention to his massive shaft.
“I don’t need to do that.”
“But here we are anyway. You were lying out here waiting for me, weren’t you?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Oh my god, you really were.”
Annoyance flickers across his face. “I thought I told you to come here, princess.”
“And now I’m starting to realize you want me even more than I want you.” I could laugh, but it’s not funny. It only turns me on even more.
“You’re admitting you want me?”
“I took off my freaking clothes pretty easily, didn’t I?”
“Then stop talking and come get in my lap.”
“Admit that I’m not rigid.” I stalk closer and let my arms fall away. His eyes move to my breasts and back to my face again. He licks his lips and I see a crack in his facade. I’m trying not to grin, but I love this.
“That’s like telling water it’s not wet. Like you’re wet right now.”
“Doesn’t matter how soaking I am.” I stand beside him, hands clasped behind my back, arching myself toward him. I’m not even being subtle and he clearly likes it. “Admit that I’m not stuck-up.”
“You want your husband to lie to you?”
“I want you to say it.”
He stares at me and I stare right back. His dick is completely hard now, practically ripping through that ridiculous bathing suit.
And I’m dripping with arousal. I could throw myself on my knees and swallow his cock and die happy right about now.
But if someone’s going to break, it’s going to be him.
“I think you’re inflexible, unyielding, prudish, formal, stilted, and fucking beautiful.
I think about filling your pretentious mouth with my thick, filthy cock all fucking day long.
I dream about fucking your sloppy wet cunt until all your puritanical bullshit floods away in waves of orgasm, pleasure, and cum.
Now stop being such a pain in my ass and get in my fucking lap, princess, before I stand up, bend you over that balcony railing, and fuck you for the whole city to see. ”
My mouth drops open.
Holy shit.
I’ve never been talked to like that in my life.
I should be insulted. He called me puritanical. There’s nothing puritanical about me!
But instead of being mad, I drop to my knees.
Lean forward.
Grab the hem of his stupid bathing suit.
And rip it forward until his cock springs free.
He lets out a low moan when I take him in my mouth.
I lean forward over him, sucking, breasts swaying.
I let my spit roll down his dick, sloppy and wet.
I don’t use my hands, only my mouth and tongue, listening to the dirty sounds it makes and his groans of bliss.
I go deep and pull back, gasping, and stare at him in the face.
“I love your taste,” I say quietly. “There’s nothing filthy about it.”
The expression on his face is pure victory.
He’s stunned.
I take his dick in my mouth and suck him more. I know he’s winning too and I don’t care. This is what he wanted. But it’s also what I want.
I choke and stroke, sucking desperately, until he finally pulls me up into his lap.
I straddle him, arching my pussy down against his hard dick.
His wet shaft rubs against my panties as he kisses me, hungry and desperate, tongue lapping against my teeth.
I moan into that kiss, grinding down until he teases my pussy with his fingers.
“Suck my cock, drool and moan, make it wet and dirty all you want, princess, but you’re still just a stuck-up bratva doll begging to get filled, fucked, and ruined.” He pushes my panties aside, thrusts himself forward, and drives his dick into my pussy. “And you’ll always be my fucking toy.”
He rips into me. I grind back against him. The lounge chair rattles against the balcony as we fuck like animals. His hands are in my hair, his mouth on my lips, and I buck down along his shaft over and over again. I don’t care who hears us. I don’t even know my stupid neighbors.
All I want is him. Seamus, my bastard husband. He thinks I’m so buttoned-up? He thinks I’m just formal and stilted?
He can go to hell.
I ride his dick, every single inch of it. He kisses me, fisting my hair, moaning into my mouth.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I gasp, pushing back harder. I’m half sure the chair’s about to break. I kind of hope it does. “Oh my god, keep going.”
“I knew there was a goddess under all those layers of schedules and lists. Under all those strict rules, you’re just a filthy fucking slut waiting to be filled up, isn’t that right?”
“God, yes. Fill me. Use me. Make me come.”
“That’s right, princess. You’ll break for me. You’ll shatter like the dirty fucking girl you are. Tell me you want it.”
“I want it so badly.”
“Tell me you’re filthy.”
“I’m filthy, Seamus. I’m all yours.”
“This pussy is all mine.” He grips my ass and rams into me. We hit a rhythm and I’m right on the edge. My lips are tingling and my head’s a mess. Dimly, I’m aware that I’m doing it again. But I’m not sure what it is and don’t really care.
“Come for me,” he whispers, gripping my hair tight. “Come for your husband, you filthy fucking slut.”
My triggers fully pull and that’s all I need.
The orgasm rips into my core. I can barely breathe as he keeps fucking me. I go boneless and weak as bliss tears me in half. It feels so good I can barely speak, and he keeps going. When the orgasm peaks and begins to pass, I pull back, gasping for breath. Sweat rolls down his perfect chest.
“Mouth,” he commands. “Right now.” I slip off him, dropping to my knees. “That’s a good girl. Lick me clean. Suck me now.”
I taste myself on his shaft as I whimper and suck, his right hand gripping the base of his shaft, but he barely lasts a few seconds before he’s coming in my mouth. I swallow him, moaning, and lovingly clean his shaft when he’s done.
“That’s such a good girl,” he whispers, pulling me into his lap again, big arms wrapped around my body. “Such a good girl.”
I snuggle into his chest, grinning.
Wasn’t there something we had to talk about?
Doesn’t matter.