Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
RHYS
O f course, she says yes.
We’ve been playing a dangerous game of ignoring, flirting and then dragging others into messes with one another. But I can’t take it anymore.
Every time he touched her, or she laughed at him, as if he is the funniest person she ever met, I wanted to go over there and drown the fucker. A feeling I have never possessed.
I lie to myself saying it’s because she was sent here for me to protect. Some protecting I’m doing.
She still follows me, and when I look in her room, I see her sketchpad. Since I’m on a roll with annoying her, I swipe it up and skim through it.
“Give that back.”
But because we’re playing a childish game, I react in a childish way, by holding it above my head.
She has a few new ones. Cow skull, some random plant, Esky—because of course she drew the dingo—and a single flower with a date running along the stem. I don’t have to ask what it means. Just as I’m about to put the book back I spot a few more…
“Drawing me, Princess?”
“No, just your tattoos.” She examines her nails, as if they are interesting.
I continue to flick through. She quickly gave up reaching for it. I do have about half a foot on her so her getting it wasn’t going to happen.
“Then what’s this?” There’s a drawing of my lips, my chest and my…
“Teaching myself to draw features.” She simply lies.
I hum, “My cock?”
“Not yours.”
“You’ve seen other pierced penises, Princess?” Turning the book, showing her, her own work.
She blushes and I hope it’s because her answer is a no. But she doesn’t reply.
“So much for always having a reply.”
“Fuck you, Rhys.”
“One-time thing, remember.” I taunt, throwing her words back.
“Sometimes, I really fucking hate you.” She crosses her arms under her chest, and I can’t help when I look down. “Getting a good enough look?”
“Not really.” I toss the book to the side and close the distance between us.
Before she can react, I have her pinned against the wall, both her wrists held above her head by one of my hands.
I reach for her the hem of her shirt, but then I realise what I’m doing.
I look her over, she isn’t scared; if anything, she’s turned on.
I watch as her pupils dilate and her breathing turns into deep, needy breaths .
My hand touches her soft skin, following the contour of her body. I bend down, run my nose along her neck, smelling her like a wild fucking animal she has turned me into. When I get to her jaw I bite on her ear lobe. She lets out the smallest whimper as if I wasn’t meant to hear it.
When my hand reaches her breast, I notice she isn’t wearing a bra. With a growl I ask, “No bra?”
“Didn’t see the point.”
Didn’t see the point? Well, I’ll make her see the point. I remove my hand from her top and grab the collar, pulling it down, exposing her perky tits. All while my other hand keeps hers way above her head.
I lean down and take one of her nipples in my mouth.
She shifts her hips. expecting to repeat my action from the other night.
But this time, I bite. She screams out but it tapers off into a moan.
I give the other breast the same attention.
This time she moans but from somewhere deep within her chest, causing my already painfully hard cock, to jerk with the need to feel her tight cunt wrapped around it again.
I can feel a little wet spot from where my precum has gathered.
“See the point now?” I ask.
She looks dazed. When she still hasn’t replied, I pinch one of her now pointing nipples. “Yes.” She breathes.
“Good girl.”
This causes Morgan to let out a broken whimper.
I let her pinned arms free and claim her mouth.
Her arms quickly wrap around my neck, and when I lift her up by her peachy ass, her legs wrap around my waist. I push her into the wall and start to thrust my hips forward, my cock nudging her clit.
She starts to roll her hips, trying to get more. My greedy girl .
Leaning back, her arms slacken their hold on me.
We’re both breathless. And as I’m trying to find justification for not doing what my body wants to do, her hands are at my chest and she’s ripping open my flanno.
Her hands work their way under the material and up over my shoulders.
I’m still in shock that it takes me a minute to realise she is kissing along my jaw.
Her lips ghost past my earlobe. “Fuck me, Rhys.”
“Thought you hated me?”
“I do, but I like your cock. Especially when it’s in me, stretching me, filling me, making me see stars.” She rolls her hips after each point, biting my earlobe.
I’m trying to show restraint. “Princess…”
“Cowboy.”
And that does in my last bit of self-control. I carry her to my room. If I’m going to be fucking her again, it’ll be on my bed.
I throw her onto the bed. She bounces a couple times before settling in the middle. Looking up at me, she smiles.
“Don’t smile at me like that.”
She gets to her knees; her hands find the hem of her shirt, and she slowly raises it up over her body. I watch as the material exposes more flesh, though her eyes never leave me. When her breasts are exposed, I can still see the indent of my teeth on her nipples. I’m oddly proud of my mark on her.
Morgan trails her hands down her body and to the button of her shorts. I snap into action. If anyone is exposing her pussy, it’s me. I approach the bed and wordlessly push the centre of her chest. She gets the hint and lays down.
I leave a trail of kisses down her body, starting with her collarbone, then between the valley of her breasts, working my way down. I kiss just above where her underwear sits, and stand to look at her. She simply nods her approval at my silent question.
I shimmy her shorts off her hips and down her legs, throwing them behind me when they are free. I notice the wet patch on her underwear and smirk.
“Horny, Princess?”
“Yes.” It’s breathy and heavy with lust.
I kiss the spot on her underwear and groan. I can’t wait to taste her again.
Hooking my finger in the band of the underwear I expose her cunt, her freshly shaved cunt.
“For me?”
“For you.”
I groan. She definitely lied to herself, and me, about this being a one time thing. As soon as she is free of her underwear, I bury my face between her legs. I flatten my tongue and lick from her ass to her clit. I’m gifted with a long moan, and my cock jerks in my pants.
All in good time. I want her coming on my face again, so I can go about my day tasting her on my tongue.
I repeat the motion. Over and over, until she’s begging for more.
I thrust my tongue into her entrance. Her hips shift side to side, and her fingers thread through my hair before twisting and holding on, eliciting a spark of pain.
This causes me to groan into her cunt, causing her to moan as the vibrations run through her body.
She shifts her hips side to side again, coating more of my face in her arousal.
Removing my tongue from her cunt, I enclose her clit between my lips, lightly grazing my teeth along the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Her hips rise off the bed as she moans my name. She does it again when I thrust two fingers into her tight pussy, and allow my thumb to add a little pressure to her asshole.
“Oh, fuck Rhys! Fuck! God.”
“What did I say about you saying God?”
“Rhys.” She says again.
“Good girl.” The words have her muscles spasming around my fingers. “Ready to come, Princess?” I’m not surprised when she says ‘please’, what does surprise me is when her pussy flutters.
“I think you like when I call you Princess.”
“I don’t.” She bites back but it tapers off in a moan when I add some extra pressure to her asshole.
“Tell that to your pussy.”
She doesn’t reply. I twist my fingers, curl them and move them in a come here motion.
I return my mouth to her clit and suck, hard.
Keeping the pressure where it’s needed and wanted, I pull back, then release her clit with a pop.
And that’s all she needed because she is coming with a scream, her body going stiff, as her cunt squeezes my fingers.
I work her through it. Her cum dripping from her entrance and down along my fingers.
When she relaxes back into the bed, I slowly remove my fingers. And like the other day, I suck them clean, groaning at her taste.
I make a show of undoing my jeans. And slowly push them down. She groans, telling me to hurry up.
“Desperate for my cock?”
“Yes.”
I take my jeans and boxers off, fisting my aching cock when it’s free, I’ll never get sick of the feeling of the way the metal balls of my piercing feel in my hand. Precum beads at the tip, and runs down the underside of my cock, helping my hand glide up and down the length.
Crawling onto the bed, her legs open when I put myself between them, she then wraps them around my back. I hold myself above her and claim her lips once more. I deepen the kiss by pushing my tongue into her mouth. Making sure she gets a taste of herself.
She moans, blissfully unaware I’m lining my cock up with her entrance. When I bite and pull back her lip, I thrust forward.
Morgan chokes on a scream. Her muscles tighten around me, already trying to milk my cock. I pull out and thrust back in with a force that has her moving up the bed. The metal balls along the top of my cock shift, causing both pain and pleasure, half the reason I got them.
“Oh, fuck.”
A smirk dances over my lips. I love the way she sounds while I’m fucking her.
“Don’t worry Princess, I’ll pull out.” I don’t think she realises I’m again not wearing a condom. I usually always wrap up when I’m with a woman but when it comes to Morgan, I find myself not wanting anything between us.
I suck one of her nipples back into my mouth, while I tweak the other.
I do the same to the other, all while keeping up my thrusts.
As I get her to the edge, her nails dig into the flesh of my shoulders.
And just as she’s about to reach the crest of her orgasm, I stop, withdrawing from her clinging body and releasing her nipple.
“Why?” She whines.
I don’t answer, I just grab one of her legs that is wrapped around my hip and flip her. I don’t give her time to question again, as I bury my cock back into her cunt .
I grab a hold of her hips, my fingers gripping onto the flesh so she’s head down and ass up. And with a ruthless pace, I fuck her into the mattress. One hand abandons her hip and rounds her chest, circling her neck. I lift her torso up, so her back is to my front.
“Play with your clit, Princess.” I whisper into her ear.
One of her hands goes between her thighs. I rest my own hand over hers, coaxing her fingers to bring her closer to her release. Her free hand wraps around the back of my neck, steading herself and holding me close, while my other hand plays with her breasts.
I kiss along her shoulder and up the nape of neck.
“Come Princess, come all over my dick.” I bite at the sensitive part of her neck, and she cries out her pussy clings to my cock.
“That’s it, Princess, come apart for me. Milk my cock.”
Together, we circle her clit. Her fingers get faster, adding more pressure with each pass. The muscles of her cunt start to ripple along my cock, trying to suck me deeper. I shoo her fingers away, and as soon as I get access to her clit, I pinch, and roll it between my fingers.
“Be my good girl, Princess. Come for me. Now.” I once again bite the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder.
She screams from the pain that triggers her orgasm.
Her body tenses as her cunt spasms around my cock.
Her cum coats me, and drips down to my balls, which are drawing up, and the base of my spine tingles.
She relaxes in my hold. I lay us back down, still fucking her.
Thrusting in and out. My orgasm is painfully close.
“Fuck!” I pull out of her spasming body and roughly pull at my cock. My cum spurts on her back. She barely reacts, still trying to catch her breath .
Once my cock is drained, I fall to my side.
Looking at her, we’re both sated, panting and when our gazes lock, we lazily smile at one another.
Kissing her shoulder, I tell her to wait here.
I wet a cloth with warm water. When I enter my room, she’s asleep.
I clean her up and then position her so she’s laying properly in bed, I crawl in next to her.
I pull her to myself, letting her body mould to mine. And this is how we sleep.