Chapter 18 #3
With a punch of his cock and a prod of his finger, Laurin again growled, “Kiss me.”
She did it immediately this time, the force of his voice enough to propel her up. It was a quick, hard, sloppy kiss, her teeth bruising his lip, probably hard enough there’d be a mark tomorrow that the make-up team would scowl about.
To even the score and ensure that the make-up team would have no doubts about where the bruise had come from, he rubbed his day’s growth of whiskers along her cheek as he leaned in to whisper, “That’s not the way I wanted you to kiss me, was it?”
He lifted back up, and though it was dark, he could see the dilation of her pupils, the rose in her cheeks. Her breath whispered rapidly over his lips and down his neck.
Her pussy tightened back up into a fist as her thighs clenched his hips, and here he finally knew that yes, the expression on her face the day he saved her cake was intoxicatingly close to the edge of her orgasm.
“Kiss me right,” he groaned, worried that the knowledge alone was going to make him spill.
With her fingertips digging into his shoulder blades, leaving two sets of delicate half-moon imprints, she used those dense, toned biceps of hers to lift her torso off the bed to slant her parted lips across his.
Their tongues met in a war of need and power.
She made the gentlest sounds against his mouth, but he couldn’t seem to find any softness within himself.
Instead, he groaned, “Your cunt is fucking heaven,” when her whole body tightened up.
Her muscles went into a climactic frenzy on that, her head tilting back even as she clung to him more tightly, her scream of pleasure focused on the headboard.
It cut off to a high keen when the exposed column of her throat proved too much for Laurin and he ran his tongue up the length of it, adding a squirm to her hips as he hit a sensitive spot.
She was lucky he had the presence of mind not to leave a hickey where viewers worldwide would be able to see it on America’s Not-So-Sweetheart.
She was also lucky he managed to hold himself together through her orgasm. It was hard to keep from tipping over the edge with her, but he managed. Once the initial spasms passed through her but she hadn’t quite settled yet, he pulled out, leaving her mewling for him for several seconds.
The sight of her begging for him, her knees spread wide in a wanton display, her pussy swollen and stretched just right for his girth and one hand reaching for him while the other plucked at her own nipple, made his cock pulse and spill freely.
He wanted to paint her body with his cum, but he was grudgingly thankful for the condom catching the pre-cum.
This time.
Her breathless whimper of, “Laurin, please!” was vital. It was the beat of his heart.
He flipped her over roughly, but she was too lost in her bliss to react with any sort of modesty. She popped right up on hands and knees, proudly displaying her ass and that soaked pussy for him.
He’d already had an idea of what he was going to do when he got her on her stomach, but the sight had him pivoting briefly. He bent down and pressed his tongue flat against her clit and slurped all the way up, diverting into her pussy to savor every drop of her essence.
“Oh God, oh God, I’m gonna come again!” Candace squealed, an offer far too tempting for Laurin. He returned his fingers to her clit and continued lapping at her entrance until she reared back and gushed onto his tongue.
He took hold of her hips, still as thick and meaty as the Candace of seasons past, the television personality he’d shamelessly pictured as he stroked himself off in the shower more than once.
Plenty of her happy eating sounds and nibbles at her own bottom lip had interested his cock, but her whimpers and mewls, his name on her tongue, were unparalleled.
A flight of fancy caught Laurin as he let her buck on his tongue, and it hit him that his face was buried in the pussy of Candace fucking Coale. Is this what it had been like for the fans he’d occasionally taken back to his hotel room on away games?
No. He wasn’t anything to those women except a two-time World Cup first-stringer. Candace was a beautiful, sensitive, vibrant, wounded woman with a giant heart that had been torn apart too many times. This wasn’t a trophy fuck or an on-set fling.
The look she gave him as her orgasm faded was lifeblood.
Oh, but she was also fading, her arms folding to lower her weight to the bed. And the position was right, but the sleepy, cuddly vibe she was putting out there was too early. So Laurin sat upright again, drew one arm back, and smacked her ass.
Hard.
“Fuck!” Candace screeched, instinctively attempting to roll to her side, but Laurin held her up.
“Did you just curse?” he gasped playfully.
Her gasp was far more serious. “Me?! You used the C word!”
Laurin’s eyelids dipped at that. He rubbed the spot on her ass that was already heating up, expecting he’d see his print there in the morning. “I’m sorry, what word did I use?” he pushed, quickly learning he was going to love teasing her.
And when her eyelids lowered, it was to glower at him, but she couldn’t stop herself from swaying with his hand as she said, “You know which word.”
“Say it,” he urges. “Tell me what this is.” He notched himself at her entrance but held himself there.
“I will not,” she replied in a tone he was sure she’d cultivated during her upper-class upbringing.
“Say it. Grab onto the headboard and say it.”
Her little moan shot right to his cock as she took the brass bars of the headboard in her hand, but still she protested.
He smacked the other ass cheek just as hard.
“Cunt!” she squealed as Laurin leaned down over her, covered her hands with his, and fucked into her like it was the last act of a dying man.
Like he’d waited his entire life for this.
Like this was the only thing that would save them.
She was so warm and soft and sweet and small and sinfully tight beneath him.
She smelled like bread pudding and feminine musk, and when he dropped his head down to her shoulder, she nuzzled him right back.
He was being rough, unable to hold himself back, knowing he was probably pushing her too far, but she had a smile toying at her lips, and he could tell the tears in her eyes were big feels, but happy ones.
He was about to lose any control, his balls already tightening and his cock twitching hard, but then she whispered so softly he could barely hear it, “Hold me?”
“Fuck,” he whispered right back, tucking her in better as he lowered some of his weight on her, biting his own tongue to keep from ruining her serenity as he came hard enough his vision blurred.
She came, too, but this orgasm was oh, so gentle, and it took all his willpower to kiss her as delicately as she needed him to even as his cock continued to spill within her core.
“You’re mine now, right?” he murmured as he shifted his weight slightly to keep from crushing her while still covering her. “You’re mine.”
Her sleepy, sex-drunk “mmm” was enough for now.