Chapter 7 #2
“I was hoping you’d come back,” he says, kissing my neck and chest, nibbling and nipping at my tits. “God love, you’d lose your mind if you saw me in your place earlier. Hard as sin and practically rutting your pillow.”
“Don’t be a freak. You did not.”
“I did. I don’t lie. You’ll find out eventually.” He kisses me again before rearing back. I keep my hands above my head, lazily letting him remove my pants. I lift up as he tugs them off, pausing only to kiss my toes. I laugh at the bizarre gesture.
But my laugh fades as he kisses up my thigh. He hooks my panties aside, exposing me, his tongue lashing out to lap up and down my slick pussy.
“Mmmmm, god, soaking already. I love that you showed up on my doorstep. All demure, acting like you wanted to talk business.”
“I did. I do. I just—“
“You just, what? Want me to fuck you more?”
“Yes.”
My confession seems to please him. He doubles his efforts, licking my pussy as he glides fingers inside.
I writhe as pleasure lashes me, bliss and intensity rushing down my skin.
He teases my breasts with his other hand, pinching my nipples and palming my chest, as he fucks me deep with his fingers and sucks my clit like a madman.
I’m so close. I feel it building and I don’t want it, not yet, but I can’t stop him. “Liam, shit, I’m close. Please, hold on—“
“You want me to stop?” He pulls back, mouth glistening with my wet. He shoves two fingers in my mouth as he unbuckles his belt with his other hand. “Suck, love. What do you really want?”
I try to answer, but I’m muffled. He smirks, leaning in closer.
“Sorry, what was that? You want my big dick?”
I nod greedily, sucking his fingers, whimpering.
“Say it then, love.”
I try, but I can’t, not with his fingers shoving in deeper. I almost gag and try to pull back. But he pulls something from his pocket, and my eyes go wide.
“Are those—“ I get out two words before he grabs my hair, wrenches hard and makes me gasp in pain and surprise. My mouth opens wide, and he shoves an old pair of my own panties into my mouth.
I’d recognize them anywhere. They’re old, from the bottom of my drawer, ratty and falling apart and mostly forgotten. Bright blue with little stars in white, the edges lacy and ripped.
I try to say his name but he covers my mouth with his palm. When I jerk my arms up, he pins them back, his eyes gleaming as he comes in close.
“I’m going to fuck you now, love. You’re going to keep those panties in your mouth. Fuck, I pictured doing this to you earlier in your bed, but didn’t dare dream I’d get the chance."
Oh my god.
The sick freak. He stole my underwear. He took a pair of panties from my drawer—
And he’s been playing with them all night.
That’s what he’s been doing in his pocket.
All this time.
I should be repulsed. Every time he spoke, he’s been touching my stolen panties. What sort of monster does that?
Except a thrill burns into my core and I nod eagerly.
Because he wants me. He wants me so badly he stole my underwear and he’s been toying with it like a prize this whole time. I recognize the power that holds, what it means, and I submit to it.
He pulls his hand back. I let the panties fall out of my mouth partway, damp from my spit, but keep them between my teeth. He moans, his eyes locked on me as he wriggles from his jeans and underwear, fisting his cock. My hands stay above my head. I’m exposed, gagged with my own panties, and aching.
“Look at you,” he says with utter, unrestrained reverence.
Then he lifts my hips, glides his cock up and down my slit, and thrusts himself inside.
Oh my fucking god.
I nearly come then and there. I moan, spit the panties out, but he shoves them back in as he fucks me, thrusting in deep. One hand holds my hips, the other pins my wrists, and he takes me, big dick grinding in deep as he works his hips.
“Fuck love you’re so damn tight. I’m breaking you, aren’t I? Maybe I should worry it hurts, but I think you like that, don’t you?”
I whimper my assent, and he’s right, there’s some pain but that’s also a part of the pleasure, a part of this sick and perfect sex we’re having.
He’s glassy and intense as he fills me grinding in and controlling me, and I’m building to ecstasy again, the glow like white-hot iron in the back of my head, riding up my core, breaking as his cock spreads me wide.
“You feel like heaven love, god damn, I want to fuck you until you break. I want to feel you shatter on my dick, and when you’re done, make you suck it clean. You like that, don’t you? Being all dirty and lovely for me?”
I nod eagerly, breathing hard through my nose, and his thrusts get fast. I moan, choking, and have to spit the panties out as the orgasm starts to build. He takes the wet underwear, but instead of putting it between my lips again, he bites down on them tight, eyes blazing.
That breaks me, seeing my sopping underwear in his teeth.
I shatter all over his dick, bliss exploding along my skin. He moans, fucking me, filling me up deep, thrusting harder and harder as my orgasm peaks, my fingers digging into his couch, and as it feels like I can’t take anymore, he pulls out with a cry of bliss.
One hand strokes his dick and the other covers the tip with my panties.
He comes in my old underwear, watching me as he does it, moaning the most sensual, incredible sound I’ve ever heard.
When he’s done, he sits back for a moment, breathing hard.
Then he takes one foot, kisses the heel—
And starts to slip the cum-and-spit covered underwear on.
“Hold on,” I say in surprise. “What are you doing?”
“I want you to put these on.” He slips them over my other foot, pulls them to my ankle. “You’re going to wear them into my bedroom. I want you to feel my cum between your legs. Then I’m going to rip them off you, shove them in your mouth again, and fuck you until you scream.”
I let out a giddy, shocked laugh. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious, love. That or you can go home. We can stop whenever you like.”
I stare at the panties as he moves them up my hips. This is so freaky and weird, I should stop it right now.
But it’s the way he’s looking at me, the tone of his voice, the sheer desperation and desire that keeps me from running into the hall screaming at the top of my lungs.
He’s desperate for me. He wants this so badly it's killing him. And that only makes me need this even more.
I raise my hips, inviting him.
He slips the underwear on.
They feel gross. They’re wet, spitty, cummy, and don’t fit that well anymore.
But he leans back and looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.
“Stand up,” he pleads, hand already stroking himself.
His dick’s still half hard.
I get off the couch and stand in front of him. I cover my breasts with my hands and twist, looking down at myself. The crotch is soaked and the ass is ruined. “I’m not sure these are going to survive a wash if I’m honest.”
“I’m never going to fucking wash those again, love.” He bites his lip hard. “Walk. Please.”
“You’re really loving this, aren’t you?”
“You look fucking perfect. Please, love. Walk.”
It’s the begging that kills me. I think I could ask him to burn himself and he’d do it out of sheer desperation. I take a few steps, teasing, and look back. It’s strange, but I feel more sexual, more beautiful, more in control than I’ve ever felt before in my life.
He stands, fist around his cock.
“Walk,” he says again.
“And then what?”
“And then I’m going to peel that underwear off and fuck you from behind. I’m going to bend you over the bed and worship your beautiful pussy. Is that something you want?”
“That sounds… acceptable.”
“Walk.”
I take a few steps, and a few more. He stays back, rapt, lips parted and his tongue hanging out. His hand moves up and down his dick slowly.
Fuck.
My heart’s pounding as I reach the bedroom. He keeps his distance, watching intently, and I feel his eyes. I pause, looking back, and tug the panties down over my ass, ever so slightly.
That breaks him. He comes at me, roughly drags me to the bed, and bends me over as promised.
“I didn’t tell you to take them off,” he says eagerly, hand snapping down on my butt cheek hard. I yelp in shock. “And now your punishment.”
“Liam!”
Another spank. And another, and another, until his fingers find my pussy again, grazing and rubbing. The pleasure that hits me is like a hurricane. I arch into him, greedy for more.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, nipping at my neck and my ear. “Tell me you want me to fuck you, love.”
“I want it. But please don’t make me wear dirty panties anymore.”
“I’ll make you wear what I want when I want, and I think you’ll do it.”
“Why?”
“Because you like this as much as I do, sick girl.”
He shoves me down and drops to his knees. I glance over my shoulder as he peels off my panties, tosses them aside, and spreads me wide.
His tongue laps at me from behind.
Fuck that feels so good. He licks and licks, moaning as he does it, before fisting my hair and sliding deep inside again.
Already rock hard.
I buck and arch into him, wanting every inch to push in deep. I moan his name as he fucks me, rough this time, not holding back. Each thrust is meant to break me, and I want more. I welcome him to fucking try.
He grinds into me like that. It’s sweaty and feels incredible, so much I can hardly breathe.
His mouth finds mine over my shoulder and kisses me, tasting me, his fingers reaching around to stroke at my clit.
I melt into him, fall over the edge, tumble into blackness, and come on his big dick like it’s the only pleasure left in the world, clinging to the feeling as he fills me, again and again, moaning as his warmth spreads inside.
He kisses me eagerly, and when we’re done, we collapse together on top of the sheets, his arms holding me tight to his chest.
I close my eyes and focus on breathing.
“When I saw you in my lobby, I wouldn’t let myself believe,” he whispers, and his voice sounds thick with tiredness. “I half hoped. But I didn’t think you’d want this again.”
“I didn’t. But I also did.”
“When you come into my bed, love, I need you to be sure.”
“Don’t worry.” I roll and touch his cheek. “I was sure.”
“Good, because I’m a selfish man, but an honest one. I want you to stay the night.”
I hesitate, biting my cheek. I have work in the morning. My parents might notice if I don’t come home again.
But to hell with it. I’ve already lost my mind. Why not go all the way?
“One more time. But then we’re done.”
His laugh suggests he doesn’t believe that for a second, and I’m not sure I do either.