Chapter 21 #2
Our eyes lock—hers wild, mine just as untamed.
I grab her waist, leaning her towards the kitchen island.
Her back presses against the cool counter, and I’m already reaching behind her, unhooking the clasp of her bra.
As the straps slip away, her bare skin beckons me.
I bury my face against her chest, capturing her hardened nipple in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, sucking until her head falls back, and she gasps my name.
Her hands are on me again, fumbling with my belt. There’s no hesitation, just raw urgency as she unzips my pants, shoving them down in one swift move. I grab her wrist, halting her for just a moment.
My lips brush her ear as I growl, "You want this cock, baby?"
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, her nod almost frantic.
She doesn’t wait for my command. She drops to her knees, her delicate fingers hooking into the waistband of my briefs.
With one swift pull, she frees me, my hard cock springing into her grasp.
Her eyes flick up to meet mine, smoldering, filled with hunger.
Her hands wrap around my girth, both working in perfect rhythm, stroking, exploring. I fist her hair, forcing myself to hold back, savoring the sight of her below me. The tip of my cock grazes her lips, and I trace the curve of her mouth with it, my control barely holding.
She parts her lips, taking me in, slow at first, then deeper. The heat of her mouth surrounds me, and my head tilts back as a groan rips from my throat.
"Fuck, Sutton," I mutter, the words strained, my hands tightening in her hair. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks hard, bobbing up and down as her hand jerks my cock, her tongue working against me, driving me mad.
I grip her head tighter, the primal need taking over. My hips thrust forward, pushing deeper as I fuck her mouth. She gags, her eyes watering, but she doesn’t stop. Her nails dig into my thighs as she takes me, her saliva dripping down her chin, glistening in the dim light.
"I’m close," I warn, my voice ragged, barely holding onto coherence. My core tightens, the tension coiling, ready to snap. Watching her like this—on her knees, devouring me—it’s too much.
I grip the edge of the counter, knuckles whitening, as her lips continue to work me over with unrelenting fervor.
She sucks me like she’s starving, her hands digging into my thighs, pinning me in place.
My breath stutters, hips jerking involuntarily.
She’s relentless, her mouth a vise, her tongue stroking with maddening precision.
"Sutton," I rasp, a warning laced with desperation, but she doesn’t stop—doesn’t even falter. My body tenses, rigid as the pressure builds and snaps. A guttural groan tears from my throat as I cum in her mouth, trembling as she milks every ounce from me, her tongue lingering, slow and deliberate.
When she finally releases me, her eyes are locked on mine, dark and blazing as she stands, casually reaching for her glass of wine. She sips it, unhurried, as she swallows the alcohol with my seed, her gaze smoldering as if daring me to take the lead.
The challenge ignites something primal. I grab her by the waist, spinning her around with a force that draws a gasp from her lips. My fingers find the straps of her panties, tugging them down in one fluid motion. The fabric pools at her feet, and she steps out of it.
I sink to my knees behind her, trailing my hands up the smooth curve of her thighs, spreading them just enough to tease.
My breath fans against her heated skin, and she shivers under my touch, as I pull her panties down, and remove them off of her, tossing them to the side.
I tilt my head up, my tongue sliding against her clit with a slow, deliberate pace.
Her taste is intoxicating, and I groan, pulling her closer as I slide two fingers inside her pussy, curling them to match the rhythm of my tongue.
Her moans grow louder, her body trembling as she grips the counter for support. When she comes undone, her cry is raw, visceral, and her juices coat my lips. I stand, wiping my mouth as I meet her gaze—her lips parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
I don’t wait. I lift her onto the island, her legs instinctively wrapping around me.
My dick is rock-hard again, and I slide into her in one smooth thrust, burying myself so deep, that I can feel her guts.
Her walls clench around me, the heat unbearable, electrifying.
My hands grip her neck, firm but gentle, as I drive into her with precision, each thrust a claim, a declaration.
Her cries mix with my guttural groans, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing in the kitchen. I’m losing control, teetering on the edge as her body tightens around me, drawing me deeper. With one final thrust, I release, my cum spurting inside of her as her nails dig into my shoulders.
For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our ragged breaths and the way her body feels pressed against mine. Raw. Consuming. Perfect.
The air feels heavy, charged with the aftermath of everything we just shared.
I’m leaning against her, my breath still uneven, as Sutton lays back on the island.
Her skin is flushed, her chest rising and falling with each labored inhale.
I glance down at her face, her lips slightly parted, her hair wild.
I don’t pull out just yet, as I marinate inside of her warmth for as long as I can.