Chapter 17 Blake
BLAKE
This sweet girl. I don’t think she realises that despite being handcuffed to my bed, she holds my heart—hot, bloody, beating—in her hands.
I need her so much.
It’s overwhelming.
Seeing her in real life has released something feral in me. The desire to claim her, rut her, fuck her until she sees we’re meant to be. Put a baby in her, and make her mine.
I’ve never felt like this.
Though the exposed slick ribbon of flesh between her legs is tempting, I return to her perfect tits. I lie on top of her, my rigid cock pressed into the covers and her open pussy getting my abs wet.
I groan.
Fuck, her skin is so sweet and soft as I press my mouth to the dip between her breasts.
The plush pink nipples are pebbled for me, and she can’t do anything but moan and squirm.
I kiss first, letting my stubble rasp over the delicate skin so she gasps.
Then nibbles. I explore the whole area of her chest, as though I haven’t been dreaming of having her nipple in my mouth. As though I’m not salivating for her.
“So pretty. I’ve been desperate for this,” I say against her nipple.
“Blake, I…” She doesn’t finish that sentence.
I hum an understanding response, and lick over one sensitive bud, then the other, relishing each. She’s so lovely, her skin pinkening as I move back and forth between her breasts. I’m greedy for all of her, mouthful by mouthful.
I’m a hungry wolf, and she’s my perky little meal.
My cock leaks pre-come. I’ve never been this hard. The feel of her at my mercy—at last—has me on the edge of coming in my underwear like a fucking teenager. And I think I would, were it not for the fact that my craving to come inside her adds a layer of control to my otherwise wild desire.
She’s delightfully responsive, making whimpering sounds as I hold her nipple gently between my teeth and swirl my tongue over it.
I kiss my way down, stroking and exploring every delicious inch of her. The softness of her belly—I press my lips there with a promise I’ll put a baby in it—and the roundness of her hips are made for my hands and mouth.
Her thighs are exactly as plush a pair of earwarmers as I could have hoped.
I knew touching her would be even better than looking over a video conversation, but her vanilla scent and that unique flavour of her are pleasures I missed with a simple visual.
The depth of the experience of being with Nina has me reeling.
The feel of her thighs shaking is beautiful as I lick and kiss over them, drawing inch by inch closer to where she’s slick and soft.
“All this wetness, for me, huh?” She’s dripping.
“Sorry,” she whimpers, and when I look up, she blushes.
“No,” I croon. “Don’t be sorry for being hot for me, Bunny.”
I dip my head. A series of kisses over her entire slit begins my slow seduction.
“You don’t know how I’ve wanted you,” I tell her, then draw my tongue over the strip of flesh I just kissed.
“You wanted to…” she trails off, seemingly unsure how to phrase what I’m doing.
I press my face right to her core, and thrust my tongue into her passage as far as it’ll go. Which, admittedly, is not far. I have another part of my anatomy much better suited to the job of stimulating her that way. But it’s enough for now.
She bucks, and I grin, teasing closer.
“Eat your pussy until you come on my face.” I finally lick right over her clit, and she jerks and lets out a whimper.
I do it again, with the same result, and I’m grinning as I run my hands over her legs and belly and up to tweak her nipples as I rub the flat of my tongue on her clit.
It twitches and swells from my tending, and my cock responds in kind.
Our bodies know each other instinctively, even though there’s still so much I want to discover about her mind.
I experiment, see what speed and intensity she prefers. Whether she gasps when I suck or lick. Feeling her response to hard or gentler strokes of my tongue, and whether she likes it only on her clit or prefers it over the whole of her pretty, wet pussy.
And she is gratifyingly wet. If the way she writhes her hips and the sounds of helpless pleasure weren’t enough to tell me she loves this as much as I do, the honey pouring from her would. Her delicate sweet, salty taste is in my mouth, my nose, and obscenely over my cheeks as I feast on her.
I can’t help but get my fingers in her too.
A fingertip at her entrance first, then deeper into her tight passage.
She’s so hot and wet, I’ve never felt anything like it.
And when I’ve worked in one finger up to the knuckle and she’s bucking against me, needing more, I try a second.
And that makes her cry out. I’m feral for her pussy, and even as I devour her, I can’t stop thinking how she’s going to feel when it’s my cock inside all that slick heat rather than my fingers.
I shift to hold her arse firmly in my free hand to keep her in my control—not squirming away—and suck on her clit as I pump my fingers into her, rubbing hard on the inner wall where she needs it.
I’m drowning in the feel of her. Those soft folds and the little nub that’s the centre of her need.
Consuming her like this is a savage pleasure as wide as the ocean.
Every moan I tear from her is glorious music.
The way she shakes, on the edge of breaking, has my pride—and yes, my cock too—swelling.
Sucking her this hard has my cheeks hollowing and my jaw aching. The pain only makes it better. It will hurt more than a bit when I take her virginity. It’s only right that I take my share of discomfort.
Then one more thrust of my fingers and her legs shake. She chokes out a scream, and I smile as I work her through her orgasm, keeping it going in wave after wave, because she cried out my name.
She’s beautiful as she comes for me, and when she eventually goes limp, just the aftershocks making her twitch, I kiss her inner thighs. She’s spent. Utterly undone.
I push up onto my hands and position myself over her. Her eyelids flutter open, and those pretty brown, gold, and green eyes look up at me in wonder. I see the moment she realises that my face is covered with her juices.
“You did so well, such a good girl,” I rumble, and lean down to kiss her. She gasps as she tastes herself on my lips, but then accepts it as I lower my hips to hers, pressing my cock against where I was licking her.
It’s a long, luxurious kiss, as though this was everything I was planning to take from her. But my body is taut with desire, and right now, while she’s pliable from a soul-wrenching orgasm, is the moment.
I lift my head, and look at her. My perfect girl. The other half of myself I didn’t know I was missing. Funny, and brave, and the joy for life I desperately needed.
“I don’t want anything between us.” I brush a tendril of her hair from her pretty face, then comb my fingers into the silky strands. Dropping a light kiss to her mouth, I gaze into her eyes.
“Yes.” The trust in her face makes my heart expand.
“I’m going to take you, Nina. Slide inside your tight little cunt raw, and make you mine.”
I pause.
“And you can’t stop me.”