Chapter 20 #2
She moans around me. I feel it vibrate all the way down my spine.
She starts to move, up and down, hand twisting at the base, spit slicking my cock until I’m shining, pulsing, barely holding on. Her other hand presses against my thigh to brace herself, nails digging in just enough to make me groan.
“Look at you,” I grit out, eyes locked on the flushed curve of her cheeks, the way her lashes flutter. “So fucking pretty like this. On your knees for me.”
She pulls off with a gasp, lips glossy and red. A strand of saliva still connects her mouth to my cock.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” she whispers. “But not yet.”
My control snaps like a live wire.
I haul her up, toss her back on the couch, and crawl over her, a man possessed.
Her legs part automatically. I yank the T-shirt she’s wearing over her head, drag my teeth along her collarbone as my hands roam, greedy and unrelenting. Her nipples pebble beneath my tongue as I suck one into my mouth, fingers already teasing down the waistband of her sleep shorts.
She arches up, panting. “Nick, please…”
“Patience,” I growl, sliding a hand between her legs, feeling just how soaked she is through her panties. “This pussy’s already begging for me.”
She whimpers as I stroke her through the lace, slow and dirty. I feel the fabric cling to her folds, sticky and hot, and it’s all I can do not to tear them off with my teeth.
But not yet.
I lean in, voice in her ear. “You get me that worked up with your mouth and think I’m gonna let you off easy?”
Her eyes flutter shut, lips parted. “I want you to ruin me.”
Fuck.
I grab her wrists and pin them above her head with one hand, my other hand sliding her panties to the side.
“You sure?”
She nods once, desperate. “Please.”
I sink two fingers inside her in one smooth thrust, curling just right. Her back arches. She gasps my name, grinding down, greedy for more.
“You’re gonna come on my hand first,” I murmur, thumb circling her clit, slick and swollen. “Then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget who you’re mad at.”
A half laugh, half sob escapes her. “Already forgot.”
Her body clamps around my fingers, tight and pulsing, slick and hot. She’s close. I can feel it.
I press harder. Faster. She comes with a strangled cry, thighs trembling, pussy spasming around my hand as if she’s never been touched before.
I don’t stop. Not until she’s gasping, wrung out and wrecked.
And then I kiss her, hungry and deep and filthy, before flipping her onto her stomach, dragging her hips back, and lining myself up behind her.
“You ready?” I rasp.
She nods, breathless. “Nick, yes, please…”
And then I push inside her, inch by thick inch, until I’m buried to the hilt, and all I can think is: Mine.
She’s panting beneath me, forehead pressed to the arm of the couch, fingers clawing at the cushion as if she needs something to hold onto before she falls apart again.
But I’m not giving her anything to hold on to.
Not yet.
Because this is mine. Her body. Her sounds. The way she trembles every time I draw back just enough to make her whimper.
Her pussy is soaked, hot, tight, fluttering around me, still riding the aftershocks from coming on my hand. I drag my cock almost all the way out, then slam back in with enough force to make her cry out.
“Louder,” I growl. “Let the whole building know who owns you.”
She moans, broken and ragged. “You… fuck, Nick, you do.”
“Say it again.”
“You own me.”
Damn, the way she gives it to me, without hesitation, without pride, just hunger and need and submission so sweet it burns.
I grip her hips tighter, tilting her just right, and start pounding into her with ruthless precision. Each stroke hits deep. Relentless. Her wet heat clenches tighter every time I growl her name.
Her breath’s coming in sobs now. “Oh my god, yes… more…”
“You’re gonna take everything I give you,” I hiss into her ear, wrapping one arm around her waist, the other snaking up to press two fingers into her mouth. “Suck.”
She does. Obedient, desperate. Her tongue curls around my fingers, saliva coating them as her hips grind back to meet my thrusts.
“You like being used like this, don’t you?”
She nods, eyes glassy. “Yes, yes. Use me.”
Her walls flutter around me, letting me know she’s close again, so close it’s making me dizzy.
“You’re gonna come for me again,” I growl, wrapping my arm tighter around her waist, fucking her harder now, unrelenting. “I want to feel this pussy milk my cock before I ruin that pretty mouth.”
She chokes out a cry, body arching. “Nick, please…”
“That’s it, baby. Let go.” My voice is a snarl now. “Come for me. Right now.”
Her body jerks, trembling as her orgasm tears through her. She clenches around me, soaking and shaking, every muscle in her body going taut before collapsing in helpless waves. She sobs my name, voice cracked open with raw pleasure, and fuck, the way she breaks apart for me… it undoes me.
I lose my fucking mind.
I pull out of her soaking pussy with a wet pop and flip her again, dragging her to her knees between my spread legs. Her mouth opens before I say a word.
“Good girl,” I murmur, gripping the back of her head as she wraps her lips around me again. “That’s it. Take me deeper.”
She does. Without flinching. Her throat flexing, swallowing around the head of my cock as I guide her down, slow at first, then faster. Her eyes water, tears slipping from the corners, but she doesn’t stop.
Doesn’t want to.
Doesn’t need to.
Because this is her offering. Her power. Her worship.
She moans around me, saliva dripping down her chin as I fuck her mouth, hips starting to move now, shallow thrusts, just enough to feel the back of her throat close around me.
I’m so fucking close it’s torture.
My fingers tangle tighter in her hair. “Gonna come,” I warn, voice shredded. “Gonna fill that filthy little mouth of yours.”
She moans in response and swallows me deeper.
That’s it.
That’s fucking it.
I explode with a guttural groan, hips jerking, cock pulsing hard as I empty into her mouth. Hot. Endless. Mine.
She takes it. Every drop.
Eyes locked on mine the whole time like she needs it. Like she lives for it.
When I’m spent, she pulls back slowly, licking her lips like it’s dessert.
“Open,” I command, voice still rough.
She does.
Tongue out. Mouth open. Nothing left but the shine of her devotion and the wicked glint in her eye.
I growl low, dragging her up onto the couch, into my lap, arms wrapped tight around her, never letting go.
“Fuck, Sara. That mouth should be illegal.”
She grins, lazy and ruined and smug. “Then arrest me.”
I kiss her. Deep. Tongue tasting the last traces of myself on her lips.
“I’m not done with you,” I whisper against her mouth.
“Good,” she murmurs. “Because I want to be ruined over and over again.”
I wiggle my brows playfully. If that’s what she wants, that’s what she’ll get…
“Legs up,” I rasp, voice low and cracked with hunger, hooking her thighs over my shoulders as I slide down her body. She’s boneless and breathless, flushed from everything I just gave her, but I’m not fucking done.
I anchor her to the couch with my palms just under her knees. “You said you wanted my mouth,” I murmur, meeting her wide eyes. “I’m giving it to you.”
Her anticipation spikes, but she still doesn’t know.
She doesn’t know what she does to me like this.
I push her legs higher, folding her nearly in half, until her knees are almost to her chest. The angle tips her hips toward me, makes her tremble. She’s open, exposed, completely mine. Pussy flushed and soaked, pulsing from the orgasm I just wrung out of her.
And I lose it.
I dive in, driven by a hunger I can’t ignore. I need her. If I don’t have her, I might as well not exist.
“S… shit, Nick!”
She tries to twist away, too sensitive, too undone…
But that only makes my cock throb harder.
She’s shaking. Already wrecked. And I haven’t even really started.
I wrap my arms around her thighs and lock her down, burying my mouth between her legs. I lick her in one long, claiming stripe, from the slick heat of her entrance to her swollen, aching clit. I drag my tongue in circles, flatten it, then flick…
Then I suck her clit into my mouth and groan, deep and filthy and raw, as if the sound alone might brand her.
She jerks, gasping. I don’t let up.
Her taste is everything. Sweet and messy and mine.
“Too much?” I breathe against her. My voice is wrecked. Almost pleading. I want her to take all of it. I want her to feel how far gone I am.
She shakes her head wildly. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Hell, yes. She wants more…
And I give her everything.
I devour her.
Tongue fucking her, curling inside her, then dragging back up to assault her clit with brutal precision. The way she’s folded gives me perfect access, tight and dripping and pulsing, and I don’t waste a second.
She starts panting, gasping, her hips jerking like she can’t decide if she needs to escape or come again…
And fuck, it turns me on more than anything has in my life.
She’s so raw. So vulnerable. So mine.
“Oh… god, Nick… Nick, I…”
The orgasm slams into her. She cries out, body convulsing, thighs shaking against my grip…
And I don’t stop.
I want her oversensitive. Want to watch her shatter again and again.
She bucks and sobs, clawing at the couch, her voice cracking as another climax tears through her, intense and uncontrollable.
And still…
Still, I don’t stop.
I’m gone.
Obsessed.
There’s something raw about seeing her in this way. Crying my name. Shaking apart. Tears slipping down her cheeks as I lose myself in her, focused on nothing but her.
I flick her clit again. Again. Suck it into my mouth, letting her feel every inch of the intensity.
Her legs tighten around my head, trembling violently, and I hold her in place as she detonates.
Her third orgasm hits with the force of an explosion.
She screams, her whole body seizing, and she gushes against my mouth, soaking my face, dripping down my chin.
It’s filthy. Carnal.
And I’ve never been harder in my life.
I lick her clean with slow, reverent strokes while she gasps for breath, her body trembling, her heart thudding wild beneath her ribs.
When I rise above her, her eyes are dazed, lips parted, cheeks streaked with tears.
She looks at me, torn between crying and kissing me. So I do it for her.
I kiss her softly. Let her feel how wrecked I am, too.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper against her mouth. “Not ever again.”
She nods, just once.
Then pulls me down into her arms as if she never wants to let go.
Neither do I.