Chapter 22 #4
She can only groan in response. I release her hair and slightly bend to reach her jeans and unclasp them, eternally grateful for having long arms. She widens her thighs further, and I shove my hand down into her panties.
Her cunt is sopping wet, instantly drenching my fingers as I target her clit.
She cries out around me as I play, her eyes crossing.
“Christ, you’re fucking soaked, baby. Can barely rub your little clit with how slippery you are.”
The bliss twisting her face, mixed with her desperately sucking my cock, is nearly my undoing. I’m so fucking close, and she must be, too, because she suddenly shifts her hips down, causing my fingers to slip from her clit. She’s denying herself an orgasm, wanting me to come first.
“Don’t you fucking dare tell me no, Reverie,” I snarl, hardly recognizing my voice. I twist her nipple harshly, and she jerks, squealing. “Be a good little slut and give me what’s mine.”
She tries to resist, keeping her pussy inaccessible for a few beats.
But whether it’s pleasure, my command, or her need to come, she lifts her hips again, allowing my middle finger to circle her swollen clit.
The growl that releases from my throat is both bliss and satisfaction while a shudder racks her entire body.
“There you go, baby girl. See how good your pussy feels now?” I say, my voice filled with pride. Heaving out a throaty breath, she nods eagerly. “Yeah, I know how much you love me playing with this needy little cunt. Especially when I lick and fuck it.”
The sounds in her throat mirror mine, breathless, relentless, desperate.
I inhale deeply, just barely keeping my orgasm at bay, and release her nipple long enough to slap her tit harshly.
In response, she tightens her hands around me, continuing to twist them until it makes me see stars.
Her flushed chest vibrates with trapped moans, and she grinds against my fingers unabashedly, her clit slipping and sliding beneath my finger.
“Fuck, Rev. You have two fucking seconds to come before I fuck your face so hard, I snap your goddamn neck,” I bark, black orbs dotting my vision.
I pinch her nipple and clit simultaneously, ensuring it fucking hurts. She nearly shoots off the bed like a rocket before crashing back down just as quickly, exploding into millions of pieces. It’s the only thing I need to let go and allow a jaw-breaking orgasm to rush through me.
A hoarse shout rips free as I release her breast and fist her hair, jerking her away until only the tip remains.
She goes completely boneless. Her head flops back and her mouth slackens, offering the most erotic sight of her eyes rolled and tongue out while I paint it white.
Moans and high-pitched cries pour steadily from her lips while I continue to rub her clit with one hand, pumping my cock with the other.
I move back a couple of inches, letting my cum spurt across those pretty tits, all the while fighting not to lose my vision.
She’s so fucking breathtaking, I refuse to lose sight of her, so by sheer desperation, I force the blackness from my vision and hold on to the most perfect image of her.
By the time I empty the last of my release over her face and breasts, her glazed eyes droop, and she trembles violently as she works through the remnants of her orgasm.
My phone is back in my hand before I can stop myself, once again taking more pictures of her. Still in the throes of ecstasy, and my cum painting her pretty face and tits.
Pure, animalistic instinct puppeteers my body as I shove my phone back in my pocket, push her shoulders back onto the bed, and tear at the zipper on her jeans. Once they’re fully undone, I grab the waistband of her jeans on either side and forcefully rip them down her legs.
Disoriented and dazed, she’s slow to respond, and by the time she regains her bearings, I’m kneeling between her spread thighs and shoving my tongue inside her cunt.
“Kellan!” she gasps, grabbing my hair and releasing a stuttered moan while her thighs violently tremble.
But I possess no coherent thought, only pure need to drink from her leaking hole. I lick inside her inner walls thoroughly, and the sound that comes out of my mouth is feral.
She tastes so fucking good. If I could nourish my body with her pussy, I’d drink nothing else for the rest of my life.
“FuckohmygodKellanwait,” she rushes out, the syllables slipping and crashing into one another. She tries to pull away, but my grip on her thighs tightens, preventing her from moving an inch. “It’s too much, it’s too much!”
If I had any fucking concern for her well-being, she wouldn’t be screaming right now.
Yet, she is, and it’s still not enough.
Swallowing my fill, I glide my tongue up to her clit and suck it into my mouth while shoving two fingers into her tight hole.
She writhes beneath me, and her expression twists, teetering somewhere between pleasure and pain as a mix of moans and sobs stutter from her throat.
“Fuck, fuck, ohhh, fuck, Kellan. Oh my God, holy shit, I can’t, I can’t,” she cries. She attempts to pull her hips away, prompting me to growl in warning, my mouth firmly suctioned to her cunt.
Holding her distressed stare, I only flick my tongue faster and curl my fingers deeper into the little rough patch on the underside of her pussy. A scream wrenches from her throat, her upper body curling toward me as her stomach contracts.
“Shit, shit, oh my God, Kellan, you’re gonna make me come. Fuckfuckfuck,” she babbles, pleadingly shaking her head while my cum glistens on her rapidly pumping chest.
I whimper against her, my cock hard as fucking steel again purely from the sexy sounds pouring from her throat.
She’s unable to keep from going cross-eyed just as her orgasm hits.
Instantly, I rip my mouth away, and, while keeping my fingers steadily pumping, I land a succession of quick, firm slaps right over her clit.
Her mouth drops wide open with a sharp squeal, her hips jumping. “Fuck, oh my God, I’m coming, baby, I’m coming!”
She throws her head back before her spine bows completely off the bed, erupting with a scream.
A jet of clear liquid shoots from her pussy onto my face, prompting me to lean closer, open my mouth, and stick out my tongue with an eager whine.
Her hips shoot off the bed from the power of her orgasm, forcing me to pin her down with my elbow so I’m able to continue slapping her clit and pumping my fingers with my other hand.
Spurts of cum gush out of her like a fountain, splattering across my tongue, chin, and cheeks.
I’m fucking high off it, and it shoots straight to my cock. Pure excitement takes over my body until I’m whimpering and undulating against the air like a fucking dog as she feeds me, but I can’t find it in myself to give a fuck when she’s creating a goddamn masterpiece across my face.
Soon, the excitement peaks, causing my dick to seize with euphoria. The orgasm takes me by surprise, having never been so worked up that I come without physical stimulation before.
“Ah! Fuck, Rev, fuck, you’re making me come,” I bark hoarsely, an edge of disbelief to my tone as I once again fight to keep my vision straight. Cum leaks onto my leg, and thunderous tremors rack my body.
My moans grow louder, and my hips stutter while my cock contracts almost to the point of pain. Still, it fails to distract me from her, caring for nothing else but her spitting pussy.
After several long, drawn-out moments, she collapses onto the bed with a tortured wail, her bones completely melting. I’m fucking drunk on her, withdrawing my soaked fingers and sucking on them with frenzied, eager whimpers so as not to waste a single drop.
Meanwhile, little mewls leak from her throat. She either has violent aftershocks, or she’s having a seizure. Either way, she’s sobbing into her hands, and I’m torn between crawling up on the bed to soothe her and shoving my tongue back into her hole to lick her clean.
I spare her one more second of consideration before I dive back in.
She squeals and weakly pushes at my head, but I’m too mindless to care. I shove my tongue inside her and collect as much of her cum as I physically can, once more drinking down everything she has to offer.
All the while, she pleads through sobs, her chest jumping from the force.
Still, I don’t stop. I can’t stop.
I lick and suck with a single-minded focus, lapping up her release as desperate little whines leak from my throat.
I pay no heed to the words she’s screaming right before her body stiffens again and her cries silence abruptly. Several seconds later, her upper half comes flying off the bed again, and her knees snap around my head, cradling me against her as she comes for a third time.
It’s almost impossible to keep her still while her thighs try to force me out, but I resist until I’ve drained her of every last drop, my saliva the only thing left.
When I retreat, she instantly curls up on her side and tucks her knees into her chest. She trembles so hard, her teeth chatter.
Only then do I use my joggers to wipe up the small pool of cum on my leg from my second release.
Then, I pull them up and climb onto the bed beside her.
I gather her into my arms and say nothing, basking in the taste lingering on my tongue and the wetness dripping down my face and neck, soaking my hoodie.
She hiccups, and I hold her tighter.
“Shhh,” I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to her sweaty forehead.
Crooking my pointer finger beneath her chin, I gently lift it until I’m able to capture her lips with mine, setting off a low hum of electricity between us that makes me dizzy.
Her hand fists my hoodie, as if she, too, needs something to ground her.
The taste of my cum on her tongue mixes with the taste of hers on mine.
And while the kiss is slow, it’s also deep, and the intimacy and passion of it is jarring.
I refuse to think too hard about it, and instead, I just focus on the addictive feel of her soft lips lazily moving against mine.
I don’t think about what I’m doing as I feel for my phone in my pocket and slip it out for the third time.
It takes half a second to peek open an eye and swipe up the camera icon from the lock screen.
Aiming it at our faces, I close my eye and deepen the kiss just as I snap a picture.
I keep tapping the screen, taking a multitude of pictures while we make out, the kiss languid yet sensual.
If she notices, she does nothing to stop me.
In fact, it only seems to grow in intensity. Our breathing becomes shaky and erratic, and my teeth nip at her while she taunts me with her tongue, reminding me just how skilled she is at using it.
Something indescribable and acute fills my chest, and I’m overcome with the overpowering urge to get even closer to her, to mold myself into her, to crawl inside her until there is no end, no beginning between us.
And that scares the fuck out of me.
With a groan, I rip myself away just as I drop my hand and tuck the phone away. Our breathing is heavy as I place a few more quick kisses on her lips and then cup the back of her head, tucking it beneath my chin, desperately needing a breather from the moment.
I can admit, I had zero intention of it ending this way, which only proves she quite literally makes me lose my mind.
She’s dangerous, and that alone should convince me to save myself and run, to settle back into my hatred and resentment for her, where I’ve long since grown comfortable.
But I’ve never been able to leave her alone, and with each passing day, the odds of that even being possible disintegrate.
Eventually, our breaths calm and even out, and we allow ourselves to be lulled into a peaceful silence. At some indiscernible point, I began playing with the ends of her hair while she does the same with the string on my hoodie, neither of us feeling inclined to break the pleasant fog around us.
Her phone buzzes from the floor, causing us both to jump from the sudden noise. Groaning, she rolls onto her back, pausing for a few seconds before sitting up with a very heavy sigh and swiping her vibrating phone from beside her feet.
Annoyance has my upper lip curling as she lazily answers it, mumbling out a, “Hello?”
Not even a half second passes before she stiffens into solid stone, effectively putting me on high alert. I lift my head, adrenaline flooding my system before I even understand why.
Her head slowly turns before her eyes find mine over her shoulder, wide with horror as her face pales.
“What? What's wrong?”
She doesn't answer, only staring at me as if I'm a demon.
My heart pounds hard, my stomach twisting with both concern and anxiety as I sit up straight, frowning at her.
“Put it on speaker,” I demand sharply, rife with impatience.
She blinks and then slowly drops the phone from her ear. It lights up again, showing an unknown number as she hits the speaker button.
It's silent for several long moments, and then…
“Angel?”