Chapter 15 #2
Her sweet moans hypnotized me, spinning me into a world where I could let go and give in.
My cock begged to feel her heat closed around me, but my mind knew better.
I knew that if I gave her all of me, there would be a less likely chance she’d come back.
It was important that I saw her again—I was desperate for it.
My cock persisted, driving over the thin pants where her sensitive clit hid. The harder my dick grew, and the more she cried out in pleasure, my free hand had a mind of its own. I’d been craving the feeling of her tits in the palm of my hand since I first laid eyes on her.
I could make this happen and keep her clothes on at the same time.
My hand traveled up her stomach, gripping one full breast in my hand through her tank top.
“Fuck, Bella. The things I want to do to you right now.” I ran my thumb over her aching nipple.
“Please. Give me more,” she begged.
“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I glared up at her, bringing my mouth down to her chest.
“Yes. Please.” Her breaths were desperate as she chased her orgasm.
Kissing along her skin, I nipped and sucked, branding her with my mark. She was mine, whether she knew that yet or not.
At least her clients would.
After bruising her skin with my mouth, I was desperate to go lower, to sink below her shirt. With just a slight adjustment of her top, I could dip my fingers underneath and flick her sensitive nipples with my tongue.
I had to stay in control. If I didn’t, my face would be buried in her chest in seconds.
Loosening my grip around her wrists, I released, rolling over and lying flat on my back.
“Ride me, baby. Show me how you’d fuck me if we didn’t have any clothes on.”
With a playful look on her face, she wrapped her legs around my hips, locking me in as she lowered her pussy down to my length.
“Am I allowed to use my hands, Daddy?” she asked, nibbling on her fingertip.
“Use your hands, but clothes stay on,” I ordered.
I shouldn’t have agreed to this. Her touch would be my undoing. But by the way she moved her body, and the way the sound of her moans ran straight to my cock, I had to know what she’d do with her hands.
It was only fair. I had a slip up—grabbing her tits—now, it was her turn.
Placing her hands over my stomach, Avery rubbed up and down, feeling each groove of my abs. Her touch alone caused my stomach to do somersaults. Every grind of her hips, each hard and rough pass over my cock, it brought me closer to exploding. At the same time, she chased her own release.
“You look so fucking good on top of me with your tits spilling out of your shirt.”
My hands latched onto her hips, rocking her even harder.
“Oh, fuck. Spencer, I’m almost there.” She dug her fingernails into my stomach.
“I’m right there with you, baby.” My voice came out in a strangled grunt.
Avery’s eyes fell shut; her plump lips popped open. “Yes. Yes,” she chanted.
Fuck, what I would give to feel her pussy grip my cock and pulse around it as she came. With her right on the brink, I snaked my hands up her exposed stomach, and reached for her perky nipples, brushing my fingers over them ever so lightly.
The feel from her alone could make me come.
“Yes, Daddy. Play with me.” Still driving her pussy over me, she covered my hands with hers, pushing into her breasts. “I-I’m coming,” she whimpered, her nails digging into mine as she rode out her orgasm completely clothed.
The feel of her velvet skin under my hands, and her pussy soaking through her pants, brought me right where I needed to be.
“Fuck,” I groaned, spilling into my pants.
“Yes,” she moaned. “You’re so hot when you come, Daddy.”
Grabbing her throat, I pulled her down, taking her mouth with mine for a post orgasm kiss. When her hands found my hair, the last of my control snapped.
Balling her shirt in my fist, I tugged down, ripping it right down the middle.
A gasp left her mouth, tearing away from our kiss.
At the same time, she popped up with her beautiful round tits on full display.
I lifted with a smirk, immediately latching my mouth onto her nipples, giving each one a few quick flicks of my tongue and a light kiss.
She’d been too tempting, too much of a tease. Before the night ended, I had to see her fucking tits. I needed to get one small taste of her before I cleaned up and went to sleep with her by my side.
Dipping her back, I slowly roamed my gaze over her chest, fully taking in every curve of her body. Her rose-tinted cheeks blushed before she asked, “I thought we were keeping our clothes on?”
“Some rules are meant to be broken.” Winking, I gave her tit a light slap before I crawled off the bed and walked toward the bathroom to clean up. Before closing the door behind me, I added, “Change your clothes. Seems I made a mess of you, after all.”
Avery lying in my bed with her perky chest and tan nipples on display would be an impossible image for me to shake.
Once she left in the morning, she’d be thinking of me, looking down at her tits with my mark on her, wishing she was back in my bed.
With one successful night under our belts, what could one more night lead to? Fuck, I just hoped it led to me, and the rest could be figured out later.