Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Ava
Dinner has actually been fun. This new side of River is someone a girl could easily fall for. He’s funny, charming, sexy as fuck, and so easy to talk to that the evening has flown by.
He’s just paid the bill and is leading me out of the little courtyard where we’ve eaten, when he suddenly pulls me into his arms and starts slowly rocking me to the sound of the string quartet playing in the corner.
“River, what are you doing?” I whisper shout as my gaze darts around the space, we’re the only people dancing.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve wanted to dance with you?
How many times I wished it could have been me moving you around the dance floor instead of whoever else was at the time?
For years I’ve wanted you, pipsqueak. Let me hold you, let me dance with you, let me make up for all the lost time. ”
I relax in his hold and stop fighting his lead, not that we’re going to be doing the waltz, but I let him sway me around the small patio he’s picked as our dancefloor.
To my surprise several other couples get up to join us. It’s romantic and intimate. It’s perfect. One song blends into another as he holds me tightly in his arms and I rest my check against his chest.
“This is our song,” he whispers to me, and I focus on the music they’re playing, recognizing the melody as Carry You Home by Alex Warren. It’s one of my favorites.
“We have a song now, do we?” I ask, raising my eyebrows at him.
“Oh, baby, we have everything.” His pupils are blown as he gazes down at me.
For the last couple of songs, I’ve felt his cock hardening between us.
He presses it into my stomach as his lips lower to mine and he kisses me slowly.
He groans into my mouth, his tongue exploring me like I’m his.
My hands lift so I can run my fingers through his hair holding him to me as I kiss him back hungrily.
I pull him closer to me, whimpering that he’s not close enough.
“Room. Now,” he rasps as he pulls back from the kiss and drags me along behind him.
We stumble into the room, our mouths fused together, tongues tangled, hands groping at clothing.
“On your knees, pipsqueak. Let’s see how good you are at taking cock.”
I drop to my knees, eager to get my first taste of him, and immediately reach for his belt. His cock bobs in front of my face when I finally free him. It’s hard and purple at the tip, and already leaking pre-cum.
“Open wide, baby, I want you swallowing all of me down that throat of yours.”
Fuck.
I grip him firmly in my hand as my tongue pokes out and licks at his weeping slit causing him to hiss through his teeth. His hand finds my hair, gripping it hard, and my eyes fly to his.
“Don’t tease me, pipsqueak. I’ve not stopped thinking about this since you put those damn grapes in your mouth. Now, open up and take my fucking cock.”
My eyes narrow on him as my mouth opens and I stick my tongue out.
I might not have done this before, but I’ve watched enough porn to have a good idea of what he’ll like.
He grunts as he slides over my tongue and meets resistance at the back of my throat; my eyes water at the invasion and I can’t help but gag around his length.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans. “Relax for me, pipsqueak, nice deep breath and open up that throat.” His finger strokes along the column of my neck. “This is where I want to be.”
I swallow around him, trying to rid my mouth of the saliva pooling in it and he groans again at the sensation.
I take a deep breath through my nose and angle my head back slightly; he does the rest as he pushes his way down and cuts off my air.
My eyes widen, looking up at him as fear floods me at the lack of oxygen.
His hand strokes over the top of my head.
“Shh, that’s my good girl. Look at you stuffed full of my cock, you’re so fucking hot.”
His cock pulls free only to thrust straight back in again as he begins to fuck my face. I don’t understand why I’m enjoying this so much but, fuck, if it’s not one of the most intense experiences of my life.
“Nice deep breath,” he says as he pulls free, just the tip resting on my tongue. I draw in a lungful of air as tears stream down my face. “That’s it, such a good fucking girl.” His cock plunges back down my throat as he picks up his pace.
Okay, Mia, let’s see if you’re right.
My hand comes up and cups his balls, giving them a light squeeze before I slide my fingers back towards his perineum. My fingers push down firmly as they slide back further towards that forbidden hole.
I can’t believe I’m about to do this.
“Pipsqueak,” he groans and his cock jerks in my mouth as the tip of my finger toys with him. “Fuck, baby wha—” His words are caught on a feral growl as I push my finger deep inside him.
A flood of pre-cum coats my tongue as his hips buck and his cock tunnels in and out of my throat. I finger his hole as he continues to fuck my throat with more force than before.
“Ah, Jesus, fuck,” he bites out as his hand slaps the wall behind me. “Fuuuuck. I’m going to come,” he hisses. His cock swells just before a jet of cum shoots down the back of my throat.
He holds my head firmly in place by my hair as he pumps his release into my mouth, giving me so much it spills from the corners.
“Fucking swallow it, baby. It’s all yours.”
When his cock finally stops pulsing, I pull back from him, licking along his shaft and tip and cleaning every drop of his cum. I sit back on my heels and swipe the drops that have dribbled down my chin, licking it up like it’s my favorite desert, which it might well be — River is fucking delicious.
“What the fuck was that, pipsqueak?” I just smirk at him as I continue to lick his flavor from my fingers. “I don’t want to know where you learned that. The thought of you touching anyone else like that?” He closes his eyes and tips his head back, taking a deep breath through his nose.
I’m not a cruel person, so I decide to ease a little of the jealously that seems to have possessed him. I stand up so I’m no longer kneeling at his feet, stroke my finger into the cleft of his chin and pull his face down to meet my eyes.
“You’re the first person I’ve ever done that with.”
I’ll let him read into that what he wants. He might think I just mean fingering a guy, he doesn’t need to know I mean all of it. He picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist as he walks us to the bed.
“And I’ll be the only one,” he growls.
River
I’ve spent two days inside her. The whole weekend has been spent fucking her any way I can.
Hard and fast; slow and gentle; rough, playful, intense or laughing.
I’ve fucked her every way imaginable. I’ve filled her cunt and her mouth; I’ve painted her tits and her ass.
I’ve rubbed my cum into her like it’s fucking massage oil.
She’s had my cum dripping out of her all weekend, and the minute I felt that she wasn’t full enough, I filled her again, keeping my cock buried deep inside her so it stays where it belongs.
I might not be planning to get her pregnant any time soon, but my actions sure don’t make it seem like it.
I’ve woken her in the middle of the night, desperate, needing to slide inside her there and then, unable to wait until morning, and like the perfect little slut that she is for me, she just lays there and lets me.
I’m a selfish motherfucker. She deserves better than me, better than someone who was a piece of shit to her for five years, but I don’t care.
None of that matters because I am never letting her go.
I’ve finally got her; I’ve finally claimed the one woman who was always meant for me and that’s never going to change.
There’s not a doubt left in my mind that I’m going to marry this woman.