2. June #2
He pours more liquor into my mouth. I gulp it down. He finishes the glass and tips it onto the floor, letting it bounce and roll away, his freed hand now lacing through my thick hair.
He bends and smells some strands before rubbing them down my face, leaving them in my mouth.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, eyes roaming my body. I’m still in my dress from earlier and now I’m aware of the low neckline, the short hemline, showing my lightly tanned skin.
I yelp, blowing out blond hair, as he lifts me up, hands gripping my ass, wrapping my legs around his middle and kissing me again.
I moan as he turns and pushes me against the glass.
His mouth is hunger and heaven. It’s hell and a promise of every mistake I never should’ve made. And I don’t care. I should be back with Marnie taking care of all my friends, and instead I’m with a beast, a monster, a creature unlike anything I’ve experienced.
But as he holds me suspended over the city, his lips sucking my neck, my chest, the tops of my breasts, it’s like the ice around him thaws. What was a statue before warms as he touches me, as I grind into his incredible body, as I kiss his perfect lips.
He lets me down. One hand wraps around my neck, pushing my chin back, as the other tears the straps off my shoulders. One rips and I moan in shock. He doesn’t seem to care. He peels me apart, and he does it slowly. I’m breathing hard as he tugs down my top, exposing one breast, and then the other.
“Lovely doll, like you were made for me,” he says in worship, eyes shining with more emotion than I thought he was capable of. His mouth takes mine, kissing me before moving down to lick my breasts, sucking my tits and nipples, other hand tugging up my skirt, cupping my ass.
I moan. I’ve never been so stimulated before, and he’s barely done anything to me. His tongue swirls around my hard nipples and that hand moves to the front of my panties, slowly stroking between my legs.
“Ah, that’s a good girl,” he whispers, biting one breast hard enough to hurt.
“Fuck, Rafe,” I gasp, arching.
His fingers press into my clit. I gasp as the pleasure and the pain slam together. He deftly flicks my panties aside, rubbing up and down my folds. Holy shit, I’m so wet, it’s like he’s gliding through me.
“Such a soaking girl. Such a greedy slut. Let’s see how you taste.” He plunges his fingers inside of me.
Then pulls them out.
And sucks them clean.
Is this guy for real? That must have been the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
He moans and sighs.
“Delicious. Your turn.”
“My what?—“
He repeats the process, but this time, he shoves his fingers in my mouth.
It’s warm and salty. I whimper, moaning, sucking myself off him. He watches eagerly, a low hum in the back of his throat. He fucks my mouth with his fingers before pulling them out, spit connecting his palm and my chin.
“Very good girl,” he whispers, lightly patting my cheek, leaving more spit on my skin. “Now for everything.”
“Rafe—“
He drops to his knees, spreads my legs, and finds my pussy with his mouth.
Right there, back to the windows overlooking the city, I nearly shatter on this monster’s mouth.
He eats me like he’s dying. His tongue laps and sucks my folds like no man has ever touched me before.
I’ve never been more taken, more worshipped, more licked and sucked and teased.
His mouth is heaven and hell as he grips my ass and pulls me tighter, moaning like he’s enjoying it as much as I am.
I’m in bliss. I’m in a frenzy. I grind against this dark hell’s face and whisper his name, breasts shaking, panties ruined, dress torn.
“You taste—like fucking—bliss—“ he moans against me.
“Holy shit, Rafe, I’m going to?—“
He pulls back with a snarl and stands, fisting my hair. “Not yet,” he says, pushing me down onto my heels, back against the glass. “This first.”
His belt buckle. His slacks unzip. My mouth waters in horror and anticipation as he kicks himself free and slides off his black boxer briefs.
One tatted fist grips the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.
He’s thick and long.
And there’s fucking ink on the base.
Heaven.
What the fuck?
I whimper as he presses his enormous tip into my mouth. I lick it, sloppy and eager. I haven’t done this in a long time but that doesn’t seem to matter. He takes my hands, holds them above my head, and fucks my mouth like I really am his doll.
I moan, whimpering, spit rolling down his shaft as he fills my mouth. He growls as he does it and releases one wrist.
“Touch yourself while I fuck your pretty lips, doll,” he moans, eyes half-lidded.
A man unused to losing control.
I do as I’m told. My fingers graze through soaking folds to find my swollen clit. I moan as pleasure slams into my core. I stroke and stroke as he fucks my lips and I’m going to lose my mind, going to explode. He’s salty, spreading my mouth. I can barely take him.
He pulls back with a moan, gripping his base.
“Look at you, your lips all swollen and pretty.” He shoves a thumb into my mouth. “All that spit.” He strokes it up and down his shaft. “So fucking messy.”
“You did that to me,” I whisper, hand over my pussy, one more stroke from breaking. “I thought you mentioned a bed…?”
His eyes are fire as he drags me to my feet. “No time.” He turns me, ripping my panties down, tearing my dress up the side. It hangs off me like a rag. I spent a hundred dollars on that… “I need this now.”
“Rafe—“
He presses his tip against me. Kicks my legs wide. Bends one arm behind my back and pushes my cheek against the cold glass. I know I’m forgetting something. I’m responsible June, right? What am I forgetting?
My mind goes blank.
Nothing else in the world exists.
As the biggest, thickest cock I’ve ever experienced slowly fills me.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” I moan, eyes rolling back.
“Oh, good girl,” Rafe says, voice trembling. “This normally takes… a lot longer… but you… fuck.”
He fills me. He breaks me. I moan, eyes watering. It hurts a lot, but it also feels so good I could scream. He’s shaking with desire as his cock pulls back, pushes in, pulls back, pushes in, filling me, easing me wider, wider, forcing me to take him.
“Rafe… I can’t…”
“You will.” He slides in deeper. “Every. Single. Inch.”
“Rafe!”
He moans as he slides more, more, more. I didn’t know I could fit this much of a man inside me, but he keeps going, stretching me, taking me, in and out, deeper, deeper, until he gasps and says my name, and I’m right on the edge of crumbling to ash.
Like his knuckles.
Like my name.
Ash.
“June, doll,” he says, and the total lack of control in his voice is going to kill me. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“You weren’t?—“
He thrusts into me and I scream his name.
Another thrust, and another, and now he’s fucking me, taking me like a beast and I’ve never experienced such dominant control, a cock spreading me and ripping me to my core, and I can’t take it anymore.
I can’t, not when he’s whispering my name and saying how fucking good I feel and how badly he wants to lick my cum-drenched cunt, how he wants to make me messy and sloppy and moaning, how he’s going to fuck me until he fits, until my pussy’s ruined for any other man, until?—
“Fuck, Rafe!”