Chapter 19 – Blair #2
My fingers found the hem of his shirt, and I helped yank it off, revealing his masculine physique. My crop top was next to go, leaving my chest bare. I moaned in his mouth as he deliciously squeezed my gentle swells, his touch firm and possessive.
Next, he grabbed the waistband of my baggy jeans, undid the zipper, and tugged it down my thighs.
He lifted me in his arms, then set me on the table before completely taking off my pants.
I spread out my legs, pulling him closer by the belt.
His hands caressed my skin, his kisses fanning the flames of my passion.
Nothing else mattered to me at that moment; all I wanted was to feel him inside me again. His hands cupped my face while I struggled with his belt until I was triumphant. I tossed it to the floor, unzipped his pants, and dipped my hand to withdraw his shaft—hard as a rock.
I would regret this action later. Yes. But for now…fuck it!
He cradled the back of my neck with one hand, and with the other, he squeezed my breasts. When he took his lips off mine, I let out a soft moan, basking in the euphoria of his hands all over my body.
He positioned himself between my legs, his lips pressed to my neck before taking my nipple in his mouth.
“Oh, yes,” I moaned softly, fingers wrapped around his cock.
With his shaft in one hand, I gently circled my palm over his cap, smearing his precum over it. He pulled me closer, teasing my entrance with the tip of his cock. And then with one slow push, he penetrated my wet pussy.
I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to have him inside—the feeling was so good it sent shivers down my spine. He drove in deeper, stretching me out with his powerful thrust.
I locked my legs around his waist with my arms around his neck as he rammed my pussy with vigorous strokes. His waist moved rapidly against mine, each thrust deeper than the last. He reached for my chest and palmed my breasts while driving into me mercilessly.
My face was a mask of sheer pleasure, my moans growing louder by the second despite my attempts to keep them down. He was rough and gentle at the same time, his relentless strokes sending waves of ecstasy crashing through me.
He quickened his pace, hitting my G-spot with a steady rhythm.
I loved the way he touched me, the way he made me feel so good—alive and like a woman. But I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that. I couldn’t get enough of him, and the more he drove into me, the more I craved more.
My legs were dangling in the air, my brain had completely shut down, and I was drowning in a sea of ecstasy.
Harder. Harder. Go harder, I thought to myself, casting a lustful stare at him so he’d enjoy the look etched in my gaze.
As though he heard my thoughts, Nik increased his tempo, ramming me so hard that the table creaked loudly beneath us. The legs scraped against the floorboards with each relentless thrust.
I gripped the edge of the table for support without breaking eye contact with him.
His deep groans and the mask of pleasure on his face hinted at his arrival.
He moved harder and faster, sweat glistening on his skin as he held my gaze.
My breasts were bouncing up and down in response to his rough cadence.
He fucked my pussy like a hungry beast devouring its prey, and I loved every bit of it. His intense pace set my fuckin’ soul on fire, my heart burning with desire.
I expected him to come any moment now, but he didn’t.
Instead, he knocked the books off the table with a single sweep of his hand.
Before my brain could process what was happening, he pushed me down flat on my back.
I hadn’t registered that action yet when he placed my legs on his chest and lifted my hips a few inches off the table.
“Oh, my God—fuck!” I cried out as his first thrust in this position hit the right spot.
My legs stiffened in response to the feeling coursing through my blood. He slung his left arm over my thighs, as if securing them in place. And with his right hand below my hips, he positioned my waist for more thrusts.
His strokes were desperate, a demanding rhythm that left me screaming in ecstasy. He moved over me with a feverish pace, and I felt myself coming apart, surrendering to his control. I threw my hands into my hair, fingers massaging my scalp as if trying to soothe the pleasure rushing to my brain.
He fucked me so hard that I didn’t realize I was already moaning his name until it was too late. “Fuck, Nik—oh, Nik, yes– yes– yes….”
My legs were trembling, but his arm over my thighs kept me in place. The feeling was too much to bear, and when I tried to pull away, he pulled me back, maintaining his wild tempo.
Nik didn’t stop; I didn’t want him to, nor did I want him to slow down either. His wild rhythm rattled every nerve inside me, and his caresses served as a constant reminder that he owned my body. By now, I had surrendered myself to him, accepting that I belonged to him.
I’d deny it later on. But at this moment, he left me with no choice but to accept it as a reality.
“Right there—right there—” My eyes rolled backward, hands groping for the nearest edge of the table to hold.
“You like that?” he asked, his breath ragged from all that exercise.
I nodded, looking into his lustful eyes.
“Say it,” he demanded. “I wanna hear you say it.”
“I like it,” I moaned, cupping my bouncing breasts.
“Sir,” he said, instructing me to add it.
“I like it, sir.”
His lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk, and an even deeper growl announced his arrival. Nik’s pace grew more desperate and then, boom!
Fuck yeesss!
A small smile spread across my face as he released his essence inside me. My pussy closed around his cock, accepting every drop until his sac was empty.
He withdrew his cock and took a step back, watching me come undone. My legs were dangling in the air, and I was shaking like a leaf. I’d never experienced something as mind-blowing as this, hence the reason why my body wouldn’t stop convulsing.
I was having an intense orgasm. My muscles were contracting, my eyes were rolling backward, my toes were curled, and my hands were thrown into my hair. My chest was dampened with sweat, my breath ragged and shallow.
It took me a while to finally regain my composure, shock and awe flickering in my eyes as I looked at him. He was seated in the nearest chair, his eyes wandering over my body with a spark of passion.
We stared at each other in silence, breathing in unison while I tried to process what had just happened. It felt like he took me to heaven and back, a feeling I was unfamiliar with.
I should feel used, but I didn’t.
Guilt was gradually creeping into my heart, along with a feeling dangerously close to longing. I wanted more, and that hunger twisted in my chest, leaving me confused about everything.
I wasn’t sure whether I had just surrendered a part of myself or if I was beginning to lose this game completely. Whatever the case, it wasn’t good for me at all.