2. Deanna #2
Oh god, and now I understand it. The way he kisses me, I can’t stop the needy want that skitters along my skin.
He’s so good, firm but soft, his tongue probing and exploring, tasting me like he sucked on my fingers, his one hand tangled in my hair and the other on the small of my back pinning me to his massive, powerful body.
He destroys me with his kiss and I want him to keep going, because my life is already over, why not keep on spiraling to hell?
Prime staggering forward. I whimper into his mouth before yelping in surprise.
He lifts me like I’m nothing. I wrap my legs around his middle as he hammers my mouth with kissing, his arms and hands supporting my weight.
I wrap my arms around his neck and he carries me from the kitchen, back down the hall, and straight into the game room.
“What are—“ He deposits me back onto the pool table.
“Clothes off.”
“Prime, I don’t?—“
“Now, Deanna, and don’t make me ask again.” It’s that dark, hungry look again, like he’s struggling with himself, but losing badly.
Fuck me. This is crazy. I shimmy myself up, pull down my shorts, and he impatiently snarls, ripping the panties with them.
My bare ass presses to the felt again. A familiar sensation.
He pulls my sweatshirt off and groans at the sight of my bare top.
I didn’t bother with a shirt or bra underneath. I didn’t expect visitors.
“What’s happening right now?”
He shoves a thumb into my mouth. I whimper, leaning back on my hands as he looks at my breasts, my nipples stiff with arousal.
“Don’t talk again until I’m done with you. Do you understand, Deanna? Nod if you’re going to be a good girl for me.”
Oh shit. I moan, sucking his thumb, and nod desperately.
“That’s right, baby,” he groans, kissing my neck, sucking on my tits, palming my breasts.
“Look at you, stiff and angry Deanna, giving herself over and being my little slut for the night. You have no idea… how many times…” He moves down my body, sucking and kissing my belly, my hips, before spreading my legs roughly. “How many fucking times I’ve pictured…”
I grip his hair. I want to cry out but he told me to be quiet.
I moan, panting loudly, as his mouth finds my pussy, tentatively at first. His tongue laps from top to bottom, licking me and spreading me open.
I’m sensitive from touching myself already, but this is something else, something new and perfect.
Then he lets out an animalistic snarl and his mouth covers my lips, his tongue sliding inside me, and he’s licking me like he’s going to die if he ever stops.
Holy shit, it’s incredible. His mouth is filthy, the way he slurps and sucks me, his fingers gliding into my pussy as he eases his tongue in circles around my clit.
I grind against his face, losing my mind with how good it feels.
He’s amazing, but better than his skill, he clearly loves it.
He’s moaning like a beast, snarling and groaning as he licks and sucks me, fingers fucking me, his forearms flexing, veins popping under his black tattoos.
I arch and grind into his face, and it takes all my willpower not to scream out his name, instead making noises I didn’t even know I could make.
“You taste like fucking honey and heaven, Deanna,” he groans as he laps at my pussy.
“My god, it’s even better than I dreamed.
” His fingers curl in deep as he comes up to kiss me, leaving the lingering taste of myself on my lips.
His forehead presses to mine as his fingers go in deep, and it feels a thousand times better than when I was doing it ten minutes earlier.
“I want to taste it when you come, baby. Do you understand? I’m going to drink your lovely pussy until you can’t breathe anymore. This slick, perfect cunt is all mine right now. Tell me it’s mine.”
“It’s yours,” I gasp out as I ride that line between here and heaven. Tension builds between my legs, glowing in my core, a bullet ready to fire, glass ready to crack.
“Fuck,” he says, sounding as insane as I feel, and he drops back down between my legs like he’s apologizing for all his sins.
He licks my pussy in a frenzy. It’s so good I can barely breathe.
I cry out his name, moaning it, unable to follow his directions anymore.
Prime, Prime, oh my god Prime, and he keeps going, sucking and making the most gloriously filthy sounds, and I can’t take it anymore.
He whimpers at how much he loves it and that finally undoes me.
All my trigger pull. Every inch of my body shatters against my asshole boss’s mouth.
I come hard, and he doesn’t stop. Prime sucks me like I’m the last peach in the world.
He licks me as I finish all over his face, my ears ringing, my vision going tunnel-gray and blurry.
I fall back onto my elbows, breathing hard, sweat spilling down my bare skin and dripping onto the pool table felt.
A giddy thought occurs: I guess he doesn’t care that much about this table after all.
Prime pulls back, looking almost as ruined as I feel. He sucks his fingers clean before leaning over and kissing me gently on the lips.
“That’s a good girl.”
We stay like that for a few seconds. There are a million questions, a trillion different things I could say, but none of them manage to slide from my throat.
I breathe in his smell, woodsy and bourbon sharp, and marvel at his beauty.
Prime a player and a bastard, a horrible, demanding boss, a controlling asshole with no regard for anyone, but my god, he’s beautiful.
He draws away like it physically hurts him. He retreats to the doorway of the game room, gripping the frame.
“I’m going to bed. Let yourself out. You’re done for the weekend.”
“Wait, Prime?—“
He turns his back on me, shoulders tense. “See you Monday morning.”
I’m left alone on his expensive pool table wondering what the hell just happened and whether my life is ever going to be the same again.