Chapter 17 #4
He sits down on one of my kitchen chairs, bringing him eye to eye with my most intimate region.
It’s almost weird to be with him like this while completely sober.
I’ve hated him for a year, and now we’re naked in my kitchen with his eyes homed in on my bare pussy.
I feel so exposed but equally feel turned on by the whole scene.
One thing is for sure; I’ll never look at my kitchen table the same way again.
Realizing this may be too much, I start to close my legs a bit, but he lifts his head, and our eyes meet while he runs the rough pads of his fingers along my inner thighs and then pushes my knees far apart in one swift movement until they’re pinned to the table.
He calmly says, “Get out of your head. You’re beautiful.
Your pussy is mouthwatering. Relax, spread your legs, and let me drain all the chaos from your brain. ”
He hit the nail on the head. That’s exactly what I need. All the chaos drained from my brain.
I lean back on my elbows and relax my legs, allowing them to remain as wide open as they can go.
His satisfied gaze moves back down to my pussy before he licks his lips and then ever so slowly runs the tip of his nose through me while audibly inhaling me. Our moans are mutual and in perfect sync.
My pussy physically flutters. I can feel the moisture building. This isn’t going to take long at all.
He slowly circles his nose over my clit a few times as if he’s savoring the smell of me. My breath catches at the unexpected yet deeply erotic move. Most men latch on and go from zero to sixty in two seconds. Daylen is giving me the slower seduction with his examination and worship of my body.
It’s hot and has me slickening by the second with deep-seated need. I ache for his touch. I want his fingers and his mouth on me. In me. I’m feral for it.
He teases me with the tips of his fingers, running them through me over and over again. I grab the edge of the kitchen table, attempting to get him to push deeper inside. It doesn’t work. He remains in control. He’s silently communicating that this will very clearly be done his way.
When I stop fighting, he gives me a smile of satisfaction before whispering, “Good girl.”
He inserts all his fingers through both sides of my lips, spreading my pussy as far apart as it is capable of going.
I’m wide open and bared to him and his penetrating, focused gaze.
Again, his eyes scan my intimate region as if he’s studying it.
He blows air on the sensitive flesh, and I jerk in response.
He breathes, “So beautiful,” before his tongue runs up and down my slit and then probes my entrance, shallow at first, but then deeper and deeper while stretching me beyond my limits. It equally burns and feels good.
My legs are already shaking. My nipples are tight and achy. I have to fall back and grab them for some relief.
With his tongue now deep inside my channel, his thumb moves to my throbbing bud, and I jerk at the cacophony of sensations running rampant through my body.
Again, he doesn’t rush things, merely teasing my clit with what’s to come, building me up until I feel like I’ll die if he doesn’t move things along.
Take note, gentlemen. This is how a man is supposed to eat a woman.
For the first time in as long as I can remember, my brain shuts off to the outside world. The only thing going through it right now is the pleasure Daylen is expertly coaxing from my body with his slow, methodical seduction.
I want to grip the table to ride out what is seconds away, but my breasts need me more. I have to pinch my own nipples as hard as I can, causing another shot of need to dart straight to my pussy.
My back arches involuntarily as the orgasm rises to the surface. My throat begins to hurt. At first, I can’t figure out why, but then I realize it’s because of my screams. I can’t control what’s coming out of my mouth. He’s the master of my body right now. I’m powerless, and it feels so damn good.
My hips start to thrust, searching for that one final move to push me over the cliff. And then it’s there, his synchronic, perfect movements have me falling over that cliff.
I plunge into the deepest abyss of pleasure. My vision is dark at first before it’s quickly covered with a rainbow of the most radiant, vivid colors I’ve ever seen.
For one brief moment, I forget all that plagues me. All that weighs heavily on me doesn’t exist. My parental issues. My career reputation issues. The fact that this man is my forced husband. The fact that I sort of hate him. They’re all gone, if only for a few minutes in time.
Right now, I’m in the present, and he’s doing exactly what he said he’d do. He’s draining all the chaos from my brain. It feels like a blank slate, and it’s glorious.
My vision hasn’t returned yet when I feel his mouth on mine and his tip teasing my entrance. The tangy essence of me immediately envelops my taste buds as his tongue deliciously spreads it all over my mouth.
His body is big and warm on top of mine. He’s all-encompassing. It feels so good. So right.
My vision hasn’t returned yet, but I wrap my arms and legs around him before scraping my nails along his back in a way I know will leave marks, if not break skin.
He lets out a guttural moan before driving deep into me with one long, hard thrust. He feels massive and so damn hard.
Every pulsating vein rubs my insides. It’s a sensation I’ve never encountered before.
He’s by far the biggest I’ve ever had inside me, and I feel the delicious burn of his unprecedented possession over my body.
He lets out a loud grunt into my mouth. “Oh fuck. You feel amazing wrapped around my cock. I’m in pussy heaven.”
It’s the word wrapped that’s got me snapped back to reality. Did he have time to put on a condom? Was I too lost in my post-orgasm fog to remember him doing it?
I try to talk, but I can’t because his tongue is plundering my mouth as he begins to move inside me. Even inside me, I can feel his skin on mine. I can feel the ridges and the contours of the head of his penis as they scrape along my sensitive insides, drawing a pleasure I’ve never known.
He’s not wearing a condom. I know it. For a few moments, I don’t care because it feels too good and I don’t want it to stop.
Our hips work together as if we’ve practiced it a million times before. He showers me with words and sounds of praise, as lost in the pleasure as I am.
I can hear the scraping of the kitchen table across the floor until it eventually crashes into the wall. The noise breaks me from my dick trance.
“Daylen,” I breathe.
He pinches my nipples hard, and I lose another ten seconds of sanity before finally shoving his chest as hard as I can. He doesn’t budge, he’s too strong for that, but it snaps him out of it enough to lift his head and give me a concerned look of question.
“Condom,” I pant. “We forgot a condom.”
He sucks in a breath as he immediately stands and withdraws from me. I hate losing the sensation of both his body and his cock, immediately feeling empty and cold without him.
He stands in front of me, pulling his hair, with worry written all over his handsome face.
“I’m so fucking sorry. I’ve…I’ve never once done that.
I’ve never been inside a woman without a condom.
Holy shit. What’s wrong with me? I got so carried away by you.
Wanting you. I’m so sorry.” He keeps apologizing over and over.
I sit up and tenderly rub his arm. “Relax. Take a breath.”
His shoulders do drop a bit as he inhales and exhales a few deep breaths, clearly conflicted over what just happened, but eventually settling down.
I nod in approval of his calmer state. “Better. Don’t get crazy. I’m clean and I’m on the pill.”
He nods. “I’m clean too. I swear. I’m…I’m so sorry. It’s my responsibility, and I failed you.”
I shake my head. “It’s our responsibility. We failed. And it was only a minute or two. It’s not like you came.”
We both instinctively glance at his dick, currently extremely tall and hard, glistening with my juices. I’ve never seen a bare dick glisten with my juices before. It’s fucking hot.
He seems as mesmerized by it as I am.
I can’t help but lean over and grab him by the base before running my tongue up and down his shaft, tasting my own essence.
The defined muscles of his stomach contract. “Fuck, don’t do that. I’m trying to…oh fuck. Oh fuck. Keep doing that. God damn, your tongue is magical.”
I lift my head and lick my lips in an exaggerated fashion. “Yum. I taste good.”
A small smile forms on his lips at my attempt to lighten this heavy situation.
“It’s delicious pussy pie, isn’t it?” he asks.
I smile briefly before my face turns more serious. “I have condoms in my bedroom. If you’re up for it, we can go finish what we started.” I wink at him. “Beau Fudd Boner Shakes pair well with Kennedy’s Pussy Pie.”
He barks out a laugh before easily lifting me and throwing me over his shoulder, smacking my ass hard, and then marching us straight into my bedroom.
In less than a minute, the condom is on, we’re lying on my bed, and he’s back inside me, moving in and out. He feels great, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t prefer it without the condom. Experiencing every vein and ridge of him was an indescribable sensation.
He’s on top of me and is moving so damn slowly and carefully. His mouth alternates between my neck, breasts, and lips, like he’s worshiping them. It feels perfect, but I sense emotions bubbling to the surface, and I don’t like it.
I thrust my hips up and breathe, “I need more. I need it violent.”
While the force of his thrusts intensifies, he’s still too tender. I don’t want tender. I can’t do it.
I try to increase the rhythm myself, and then I try to flip us so I can control this, but the mountain of a man is too big and heavy. I can’t manipulate anything from the bottom. We’re doing this his way.
It’s like he’s…making love. I prefer it when he hate-fucks me.
The sounds of my ringtone momentarily break my slight mental breakdown.
Do I normally answer my phone during sex? No. Am I going to right now? Yes.
I reach over, grab my phone, and answer the call. “Hello?”
He stops his movements and lifts his head, staring at me in bewilderment.
I plaster a big smile on my face as I pleasantly answer the lady on the phone’s question. “No, I’m not looking to change my cable provider.”
I discreetly end the call, but he doesn’t know that.
I continue talking into the phone, pretending the saleswoman is still on the other end.
“No, I’m not doing anything important. I’ve got some random guy inside me, but he won’t fuck me like I need, so I’d rather talk to you.
Tell me about your various cable plans in extreme detail.
I have oodles of time and nothing better to do. ”
I try to bite back my smile, but he grabs the phone and looks at it, quickly realizing I already ended the call. He narrows his eyes at me. “You’re a nasty woman.”
I nod. “Yes, I am. So fuck me like I’m nasty. Fuck me like you want to hurt me. Punish me,” I command.
He withdraws and violently spanks my pussy hard enough that I think it might leave a mark.
Now we’re talking.
He then reaches down and taps his dick on my pussy a few times and says, “I’d like to restore to factory settings.”
I giggle, but it’s short-lived when he climbs up on me, straddles my chest, and grabs me by the throat with both hands. “Is this what you want?” he growls.
“Yes,” I cough out, barely able to speak with his massive body on my chest and the brute strength of his hands limiting my ability to do so.
With one hand still on my throat, he pulls off the condom and tilts his hips forward until his tip reaches my mouth. “You want something to choke on? I’ll give you something to choke on. Open wide, sugar tits.”
I happily oblige.
He drives his hips forward so damn hard that I think his tip enters directly into my windpipe. He begins fucking my mouth, shouting things like, “Take that, you masochistic bitch.”
Yes, this is what I want and need.
With both hands on my throat and his cock down my throat, he does his best to choke me into submission…and I love every minute of it, lapping him with my tongue and sucking as hard as I can.
He thinks he’s pushing my boundaries, but he’s only ramping up my arousal.
He begins to lose control a bit before pulling out. “Fuck, I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to come in your pussy after you have another orgasm.”
“Then fuck me to the brink of unconsciousness and I’ll have one.”
He quickly rolls another condom on and slides down my body again. He continues choking me while only running his dick through me, never into me, until I feel like I’ll die if he doesn’t get inside me again. He’s driving me crazy.
“Fuck me now,” I yell out.
He shakes his head. “You don’t deserve the D yet. Earn it. Beg for it.”
He removes one hand from my throat and squeezes my nipple so damn hard that I think it might pop off. My eyes roll back in my head, and I let out a moan.
“You’re one deranged bitch.”
“You flatter me,” I croak out.
He narrows his eyes at me. “Are you ready to beg for it?”
I smile as I shake my head. I like this game.
He slaps my nipple harder than I’ve ever felt, and my pussy leaks in happiness.
“Say, please fuck me.”
I shake my head even though my pussy is weeping for him now.
He brings his arms under my knees before returning his hands to my neck. I’m beyond open and exposed to him in this position. I’m not sure I’ve done this with choking before. His long, muscular arms afford a few extra benefits.
I think he’s finally going to reenter me, but he continues running his cock through me as though he has all the time in the world. Bending his head, he bites my nipple with bruising force, and I swear I nearly come from everything he’s doing to my body.
I can’t take it anymore. I give in. “P…please. Fuck me.”
He immediately impales me with his monster cock and then proceeds to give me the pounding of a lifetime all morning until it’s time for me to get ready for my game.