Chapter 19 #2
His eyes darkened with need. “You’re going to say every dirty thing you’re thinking as you ride my face.” He jutted his chin at the bed behind her. “On the bed. All fours.”
She clenched her thighs together at his tone.
Firm. Commanding. Safe.
It was easier to give him control when they were like this. She liked it, even. Turning her brain off, letting someone else take care of her felt…
…delicious.
She climbed on the bed and watched him yank off his belt as he stared at her. “Hands on the headboard.” He tugged off his jeans and boxers, and the sight of him naked made her dizzy.
Thick, rugby-player thighs dusted with the same thick hair gave way to the length already heavy and hard between his thighs.
He tugged on it and, curiously, grabbed a black circle from the dresser, then tugged it around his cock.
“Vibrating cock ring,” he said, tugging his cock again as he stalked to the bed. “Haven’t jacked off in days, and this way I can last longer than two pumps.”
A cock ring? She’d heard of them, but—she clenched her thighs together in wicked delight—she’d never used or seen one.
He secured the handcuffs around her wrists and turned on the low vibration that sent small buzzes of pleasure up her arms and into her breasts.
“Okay?” he said, his fingers finding her nipple and playing with it. She jumped in response, and her hand pulled against the handcuff.
Pleasure shot up between her thighs at how wicked it felt. How exposed she was. How she had to stay there and take the pleasure he gave her.
She moaned at the feeling of it all. “Yes,” she gasped out as he tugged and flicked her nipple.
“Then start talking,” he said as he lay on the bed behind her and slid his head between her thighs. His shoulders hit the back of her knees.
She looked down at his smile and his raised eyebrow.
“I…I felt conflicted,” she said, closing her eyes, and his kisses slid from her thigh to the edge of the panties she still wore. “I wanted to do this again.”
As soon as he got close to her pussy, he switched to the other thigh, torturing her.
It felt so good.
“Keep talking, Styles,” he muttered against her thigh.
She was drunk with lust. “It feels…good.”
His tongue slid under the edge of her panties.
“More,” she sighed, chasing his tongue with her hips.
“I like it when you know what you want,” he said in a low, hoarse voice. He pressed her hips into his face as he sucked her clit over the silky cloth of her panties.
Too good.
Her back bowed as she wrapped her hands over the iron bar of the headboard, pulling against leather.
How was that possible? That a hot wet mouth over her panties shot desire through every nerve ending.
That being chained to a headboard by a man who didn’t like her made her feel desired?
“Guessing by your moans, you like this,” he teased. Licks of his tongue over her panties made them even wetter. “That maybe…I’m the best you’ve ever had.”
She moaned as he forced her hips down again, feasting on her. “It’s a—fuck—short list,” she gasped as he sucked harder over the fabric, directly on her clit.
He pushed the fabric to the side. “I don’t hear you disagreeing,” he said, his hot breath fanning over her pussy.
A slow, wide lap of his tongue on her made her arch her back, moaning, demanding more. “It is,” she moaned.
He lapped again and again, and she let her body take what it wanted, scooping her hips for more.
“This is the best I’ve ever had,” she said through gritted teeth as he tortured her deliciously with wet, slippery, lazy strokes of his tongue.
A lusty fire ignited in her.
Frustration, anger at herself. At Keith.
He paused, and she whimpered.
Keep talking.
“I’m…mad,” she said finally, and he started again, making debauched noises between her thighs.
“Mad that this has been trapped inside me for so long. That it feels so good because I’m not afraid of you.
I don’t care if you like me,” she said as she let her hips finally go free, following instinct.
“I can”—she moaned as she rode his face—“just be free. For the first time.” She cried out the last words, giving in to how all-consuming this felt.
Wells wrapped his arms around her thighs and firmly seated her as she fucked his face. The teasing of his mustache as she looked down at him feasting on her was too hot. He moaned as he ate her, burying his face deeper, never stopping to take a breath.
A stream of consciousness fell out of her mouth. “I like your body. That you’re hairy. That you’re big, and I won’t break you.” His arms tightened around her thighs at that, pulling her closer so that she sat on his chest. “I love your stomach, your thighs. I dream about your chest.”
He sucked and destroyed her clit, and wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
It wouldn’t end. “That you want to taste me. That I don’t have control.
That you still make me feel so good even though I’m exposed.
That I can’t wait for you to fill me up,” she cried, throwing her head down and letting it all out.
She was stone-cold sober but felt drunk with lust. With freedom.
Finally being herself.
“I want it so bad,” she sighed, moving against his face.
He spread her legs further and pushed himself up onto the pillows, sucking on her breasts. “Best view of my fucking life,” he muttered, pressing them together in front of his face, onto his face. Licking between them in a way that made her feel worshiped.
She felt like she was a goddess, unable to turn off his adoration as her arms pulled against the restraints.
He pressed his face into her breast as he sucked it hard. It pillowed around him, and he closed his eyes, moaning. “Ready to be bred, aren’t you?”
She bit her lip, nodded. He slid up until he was against the headboard and clicked on the vibration of his cock ring.
Slowly, he pulled her down onto it, and she gasped, getting used to him again.
“So full.”
Their eyes finally connected, and he gasped as she clenched around him. The connection—the partnership of this age-old dance that required vulnerability—echoed into her chest.
When she was finally seated, the vibration of the ring hit her clit, and she moaned, low and guttural, throwing her head back hard.
He smiled against her neck. “Knew you’d like it.”
Her arms were handcuffed over his shoulders, and she rested her forearms on him, letting herself enjoy the pull of the restraint.
He slid her hips up slowly and then quickly down again, sliding deeper into her.
The hairs on his chest scraped against her nipples, and she bit her lip, stifling a moan at how good it was.
It was all so good.
Seductive, and erotic, and hot, but so good.
Right.
She thrust against him.
“Let it out, Miss Prim,” he whispered in her ear. “You want it so bad, so show me. You can’t scare me.”
She’d show him. She could scare him, could be too much.
She’d show herself that he wasn’t perfect, like pressing on a bruise to know it would hurt.
She grasped the bar over his head and finally let go of the last bit of her self-restraint, her self-judgment, as she rode him hard.
Putting every muscle into doing what she wanted, chasing her pleasure, she bounced, thrusting her hips harder, landing faster, rubbing her tits against his chest for friction.
And the bastard moaned for more as she gasped over him.
“That’s it, dirty Miss Prim,” he growled, squeezing her ass so she came down even harder and deeper on his cock. She screamed in pleasure, and he only seemed to want it more. “Rub that clit exactly where you want it. Beg me, show how bad you want to be bred.”
Her breaths came out in gasps. “Yes, fill me up.”
He licked a drop of sweat on her breast. “Tastes so good. Feels so good.” One large hand grabbed her entire breast, squeezing hard.
“So breedable, aren’t you. Have the perfect hips and tits for it.
” He placed his hand under her belly button, squeezing the soft flesh there.
“Can’t wait until I put my baby right here. ”
“My” echoed into her chest.
“My baby.” His baby.
It was a territorial, unfiltered claiming of her.
Wanting her.
She didn’t want this to end; she’d fought so hard to put off her climax, but it was too perfect, exactly what her kinky desires demanded from her.
She climaxed to the thought of him fucking her, pregnant with his baby. Linking them forever. Being wanted as the mother of his child forever.
Being good enough forever.
White-hot pleasure washed over her as every muscle released in that sunshine-bright burst.
She moved over him, wringing every last drop of pleasure from her clit, clenching his cock hard as his groans grew unmoored.
As her aftershocks faded, he pulled out, yanked off the cock ring, and plunged back into her. Thrusting into her hard once, twice, and a final time until he shouted her name into her neck, his teeth scraping against her chest as his bruising grip on her hips pinned her down.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him to her despite the restraints.
They stayed like that for several long breaths, both fading back into reality.
She lifted up, dazed. He unlatched the handcuffs, pulling her wrists down.
He kissed the inside of her wrists slowly, one, then the other. Her arms were like rubber, and she melted into him. He folded her onto his chest and wrapped her in his arms.
“You okay?” he said, his voice soft and earnest.
His hand moved to her cheek.
An aftershock of pleasure gripped her, and she squeezed his cock that was still in her. They both sighed out a “fuck.”
“Yes,” she said, feeling sleepy and perfect.
She looked up into his hazel eyes, looking drowsy and satiated, tucked in and safe against him.
For the first time that night, he kissed her.
She melted into him. Fully held up by him, surrounded by his hands, tongue dipping into her mouth as she kissed him back.
Savoring the feel of his lips moving lovingly against hers.
He’d plundered her.
And she hadn’t wanted it to end.
He slid down the bed with her legs still straddling him.
Their heart rates slowed as they caught their breath. His cock still twitched inside her.
He nipped her lips again as she cuddled into the corner of his chest, wanting to stay there for far, far too long.
“Is it terrible that I don’t want to take it out?” he muttered against her lips.
She clenched around him on instinct, and he smiled in response.
“I don’t either,” she admitted, snuggling into his chest, feeling sleepy.
She liked the feeling of him staying inside her, still joined to him.
Still an us, while they tried to make a baby.
“Keep it in. Just a little while longer,” she muttered into his chest, her eyelids drooping.
He nuzzled her, tucking her head under his as they dozed.
She startled awake an hour later. After quickly peeing and getting dressed, she slipped out of his bedroom and made her way back to her cottage, pleased no one would see her stumble from his house this late at night.
Looking thoroughly, completely, and fully fucked.