Chapter Twenty Eight #2
The tingles built and I breathed, my chest heaving as he looked up, making eye contact. When his blue eyes darkened and he moaned in enjoyment, the tingles shot out from my clit and spread all over me. I pressed back into the couch, groaning softly.
“Don't scream, my girl,” he whispered, pulling away and climbing up me. “Not yet.”
He lifted my t-shirt, running his fingers over my stomach. I reached for him, brushing my hands up the muscles on his biceps, squeezing and stroking.
He stared at me, his gaze tracing the injuries on my face. I looked away, ashamed of what I must look like in the face of such a handsome man. He held my chin between his finger and thumb and lifted, forcing me to face him.
“You’re beautiful,” he hissed, “Don't ever hide yourself.”
Smiling, I still felt unable to stare into his intense blue eyes. I'd not noticed how incredible they were until they were fully focused on me, like now.
Leaning closer, Fly kissed me gently. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him to me. He put his knees on either side of my body, his cock poking me in the stomach. I tried to open my mouth to kiss him harder, but he pulled away, cupping my sore cheek.
“I won't hurt you more than you've already been hurt.”
Dropping his head to my neck, he kissed and licked his way down it. I held him to me, savoring the feel of him. He tugged my top over my head and undid my bra, avoiding eye contact as he studied by tits, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips.
“Like what you see?” I breathed.
A dirty smirk crossed his face and I returned a seductive smile.
“I'm only being soft with you because you're hurt. Otherwise, I'd bend you over, grope your gorgeous breasts and ram you hard.” Slowly, he blinked his eyes at me, as he spoke. “We have it all to come.”
“Am I moving in, then?” I said, smiling giddily. “Happy ever after and all that?”
He frowned, pausing in his descent to my tits. A dark expression returned and I reached for him, not wanting to lose him before we'd fully started. “I'm joking. Please,” I whispered, shaking my head with a smile. “Bend me over and fuck me. I told you, I need it.”
The fire in his eyes exploded and he lifted me under the arms, turning me so my knees were spread on the cushions.
“Hold on to the back of the couch, Beautiful, this might get rough.” His deep voice slipped through me, as if it was a tongue licking my insides.
My hands gripped the back of the couch as he ran his palms over my calves and up my thighs. I quivered when they cupped my buttocks, squeezing and kneading until they slipped between them. I gasped when his hand cupped me from behind, pulling down so his fingers slid through my slit.
“My cock is desperate to be inside you,” he murmured.
I was about to order him to get on with it when he leaned into my back, pressing his hard cock onto my spine.
My mouth dried as my pussy got ready for the thickness of him.
He wrapped one arm around my front, stroking up my stomach until he landed on my tit, holding it tightly.
He crouched behind me and pushed his cock between my legs, using his hand to guide himself to my opening.
“I need you.” The erotism of him standing behind me, his cock nudging my pussy lips, almost sent me over the edge.
I grasped the couch as he wrapped his other arm around my waist, lifting me so he could edge inside me, slowly, inch by inch. My head fell back onto his chest and he buried his face into my neck, kissing it gently.
Releasing the couch as he pulled out and pushed back in, I reached up and back, slipping my arms around his neck and trapping his head against me. We breathed, moving together as he took me slowly. My pussy stretched from the girth of him, sucking him up greedily.
“Turn,” he ordered, lifting his head and turning us so we faced the arm of the couch.
He ran a hand up my back, pushing so I leaned forward, my head resting on my arms. My knees were closed, trapping his cock inside me, but he edged them open as far as they would go on the limited width of the seat cushion.
He lay over me, his weight pressing on my back as he put his head next to my ear. “Hold on, sweetheart, I'm going to drive myself so far into you, you won't know where you end and I begin.”
Gripping the arm of the couch, I inhaled and braced myself, relaxing my pussy. He slipped back until his head teased my entrance, before ploughing hard, hitting my core. I rocked forward from the force, releasing all the air left in my lungs.
Before I could fill them again, he went for it, thrusting up into me as hard as he could. I groaned as my pussy stretched, lengthways and width-ways, over and over. He pounded me and it was almost painful, which only added to the pleasure.
His hand slipped down my waist and to my clit, where he played, flicking and swirling until I was on the edge, hardly able to get air into me. My groans shot from me every time his cock hit me hard. I was so close, so ready to explode. He was going so deep, it was brutal and I loved it.
He slowed suddenly, pulling his cock out of me and flipping me over. I frowned at him, confused until he lifted my head and put a small cushion under it. He climbed back on me, lifted one leg and slipped up inside my pussy again.
The sex turned to love-making as he stared at me, leaning down to kiss me gently as he slid in and out, his pelvic bone grinding hard into me. I stretched, my whole body into him, reveling in the sexiness of him.