Chapter 14 #2
She clenched around him, and he gathered more of the cum, pressing it back into her again. She leaned into his hand and christ almighty, if that didn’t make his cock pulse.
He picked her up suddenly.
“What are you—”
“Worked too hard,” he puffed, walking her to the couch and laying her down, shoving a pillow under her hips. “You’re not losing a drop.”
He kneeled on the floor and spread her legs in front of his face. He shoved the drips back into her, getting each drop as she clenched around his fingers.
“Looks so good on you,” he sighed, settling his fingers into her pussy, plugging her as she squeezed around him.
Her breasts rose and fell hard as they locked eyes. Her clit was a ripe berry, begging for him to come pluck it.
Since I’m here, why not have a meal?
Never breaking eye contact, he slowly leaned up, hovering over her clit, and the hopeful look in her eyes made him blow on her clit. Tease her.
But when she pressed those two front teeth into her bottom lip, looking at him with wanting? He went for it.
His tongue took a firm, slow lick around her clit as she gasped.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he murmured to himself as he dove in for more.
“Can’t…oh god, come like this,” she sobbed, screaming with pleasure.
“Ask me if I fucking care,” he growled, gathering her taste up with his tongue. Drinking her down and feeling better with part of her in him.
Her hands threaded through his hair as he sucked and licked, drinking up every drop of her. Nectar never tasted this sweet. She clenched hard around his fingers that were still in her, holding his cum where he wanted it.
She rode his face, gripping the arm of the couch behind her to press harder against him. He took it all, sucking up every bit, his face covered with her. She was close; he could feel it.
“You love being bred, don’t you?” he whispered as he added a third finger to her pussy.
She moaned, but he wanted more.
Wanted to hear how much she liked what this was.
How dirty and needy she was. Like he was.
“Say it, Miss Prim,” he said, and bit her clit.
“Yes. I love it,” she admitted, arching her back, looking mindless with pleasure.
He chuckled as he nuzzled his face harder into her pussy, covering his beard with her. Mine.
“I love when you take what you want. Make me take it. Want to feel it slide down my legs,” she said.
He pushed up, kissing her deep, her tongue eagerly licking against his. Fucking hell, she was a sex kitten.
He pinned his forehead against hers, not letting her escape as he drilled her clit. “Filthy Miss Prim. Dripping with my cum and still wants more. Wants to be fucked until she’s pregnant with my baby, grabbing every drop from my cock that she can.”
Her face twisted into a needy whine. Her legs started to shake, and he dropped back down, sucking in hard pulses on her clit, again and again and again until she screamed his name—that’s fucking right; it’s me making you come—gripping his hair as she rode his face as she came.
Her final whining scream of his name would be etched in his memory for all time.
Smug was not a strong enough word for what he felt like in this moment as her deep, heaving breaths clawed at the silence in the room.
He licked up his last taste. Until next time, he thought with fondness.
She tossed an arm over her face as she gasped for breath. He’d fucked her into a puddle on the couch.
And I’ll get to do this tomorrow. He tucked his half-hard cock back into his pants. Maybe even a few times. What could it hurt? It would be the last day of her ovulation window.
Wiping his mustache, he sucked his fingers, pleased with his orgasm craftsmanship.
My orgas-ftsmanship, he thought with a smile. It had been a minute since he’d achieved leg-shaking.
“You’re welcome.” He arched a proud eyebrow at her.
She shrugged, that martyr-like look back on her face. “You didn’t have to.”
He threw his head back, shaking his head in annoyance. “Styles, why can’t you just accept it when someone does something nice for—”
“You were doing it to be nice? So you didn’t even want to?” she said in surprise.
He’d never admit that he’d thought about it for four years. He leaned down to her eye level, very specifically not touching her. “Did you enjoy it?” he bit out.
She looked away from him. “That’s not what I said—”
“Did you like screaming my name as you fucked my face, Miss Prim? Coming at the idea of me fucking my cum into you? Legs trembling, begging me to keep going? You trembled for me, Styles.”
Her eyes narrowed at him, hurt or mad or fucking something he was too tired to figure out.
“Asshole,” she spat as he turned away.
“Back at you.” He grabbed his coat and slammed the cottage door behind him.
He stopped on the front porch step, pausing for a small moment to reconsider.
No.
He was in no mood for more of her martyrdom today.
He slid into his cold car. He’d see her tomorrow night.
Feel her pussy clench around me.
Or maybe in the morning. Maybe that would be better. He wouldn’t have to wait over a day.
That’s only, what, twenty-two hours from now?
He slammed a hand on his steering wheel in frustration as he realized he was already counting down the hours until he saw her again.
ALLISON
Hot Girl Group Chat (13 Unread Messages)
Lily
Allison Maria told Nash, who told me, that somebody spied Wells creeping out of your house at six o’clock this morningggggg.
Violet
OMG!!
Pearl
did you finally bang it out? what’s it like having sex with an oak tree?
Olivia
Grosssss. That’s my brother.
Pearl
payback’s a bitch, soon-to-be sister-in-law
Lily
Um, excuse me, Pearlie Girl. You subjected us to VERY graphic details of how you slept with our brother last week.
Violet
!!!! Yes!
Rose
I literally almost hurled.
Pearl
oh, god, that’s true.
this whole thread feels very greek tragedy, doesn’t it?
new rule: no one can fuck anyone else’s brother.
starting…now.
Lily
I’m guessing it’s too late for Allison!
Allison
It was nothing.
He was just delivering a package.
Pearl
i bet.
was it heavy? girthy?
a two-hander?
Allison
NOT that kind of package.
It’s for the cat he has forced me to share with him.
WAIT.
PEARL, STOP TYPING.
Pearl
you can’t say that he “forced you to share your cat with him” and expect me to stay quiet.
it’s RIGHT there.
Lily
I just snorted coffee out my nose
Olivia
Pearl, behave
Violet
I don’t get it!
Pearl
did he enjoy seeing your *`*~pussy~*`*
cat. pussy cat. sent too early.
Violet
Ooooooooo
I get it now.
Allison
Uuuuuugh
Pearl
I’m just saying…all that sexual tension between them, you could cut it with a knife and take a big bite of it. bet it tastes like butter.
Allison
Anywayyyyyyyyyyyy!
Do we still want to grab a table for the food bank fundraiser next week? I know I’m the only single lady now, but it could still be fun. Drink some cocktails for a good cause.
Rose
Count me in for cocktails.
Lily
Ooh, I’ll drink some cocktails for a good cause.
Violet
Me too!! How exciting!
Olivia
I’m in. My mother will be thrilled to know that one more table will have been sold. She’s volun-telling Wells to participate, so hopefully this can be my contribution.
Allison
Wells is going to auction off a date?
Lily
OoOOOooo, are you jealous??
Violet
Going to bid???
Allison
Of course not!!!!
But should they auction a date with somebody who’s that much of a self-important asshole???
Pearl
look at mom cursing.
Olivia
AND using so many punctuation marks.
Lily
Oh, excellent observation, ladies.
Allison
He is!!!!!
Pearl
methinks the florist doth protest too much.