Chapter 34 #2
“You are mine, and only mine. You were about to show those men out there that you could easily have me on my knees. Fucking getting me hard right in front of people. That’s also a very dirty girl.” He leaned centimeters from my ear. “Shorts and panties off, and lean over that desk, peaches.”
My heart raced with pure excitement. I was yearning for this.
He stepped back giving me room, as I shimmed off my shorts and panties, kicking them to the side.
He watched me, and I felt it. My body knew it too.
I licked my lips before turning around, and the wetness started to drip down my thigh.
I didn’t know what he had planned but my body was ready to be at his will.
I slowly lowered my chest to the desk, trying to push aside the papers, not wanting to make a mess.
Shooter leaned over me, his tall brute self-covering me.
When he did, I felt his hardened cock press against me.
I suppressed a moan. I knew I was done for, especially when my body was ready to explode before he could truly touch me.
Shooter wiped everything off the desk, things thudding to the ground, papers everywhere.
“I know you feel this cock, the way it’s begging to coat inside that pretty pussy.”
“Yes,” I moaned out.
“Not yet,” he said, his hand lightly brushing along my ass cheek. He kissed down my spine, pressing lingering kisses making me want him even more.
“Look at this beautiful ass. You know what would look even better? If there was some red on it.” His large hand came down on my cheek.
The slight heat from the impact started to disappear before my other cheek felt the same thing.
I jerked forward. “Oh, so responsive.” He kissed the heated spots.
“Keep your hands in front of you. I want you stretched out.”
I felt him stand behind me, taking in every sight I had to offer. He kicked my feet a little wider, exposing more of me. One of his fingers trailed along my pussy lips, stopping short of the clit. “Fuck, all this for me?”
“Maybe it’s for me?” I bratted and was rewarded with both hands coming down on my cheeks.
“Want to try that again?”
I swallowed, “Yes. All this is for you.”
“Such a good girl for telling me the truth.” His finger returned to tease my opening. His finger swirled around the wetness, tracing with it along my pussy and to my hole. “I’ve always wanted to take your ass. But I held off for so long.”
My ex tried once and it never felt right, at least with him. “Can I claim this hole one day, Amelia?”
“I... don’t know,” I said honestly.
His other hand trailed along my bare skin, praising me, “Thank you for being honest. When you’re ready, we’ll make sure we warm you up.
Stretch you a little, oh, I know what I’m getting you for your birthday next March, since you were a grouch for not letting me do something. ” His fingers kept teasing me.
I wanted to argue back that at that time, I thought he was being a flirt and getting on my last nerve. I mean nothing really changed other than I was happier now to have him fuck me until I saw stars.
“You’re making a mess over here, peaches. I’m so tempted to clean it up.” he continued to tease.
My body slacked a little more, aching for his tongue to devour me.
“Please,” I begged.
He found my clit and gave it a little pinch. “Oh no, I still haven’t finished your punishment.” His fingers disappeared, skimming over the goosebumps flesh of my ass. “How about ten on each cheek, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come on my tongue and then my cock.”
My eyes widened with delight. He could have edged me until I was a crying mess, but he had a plan it wasn’t going to be that simple.
“Okay,” I whimpered.
“That’s my girl. Taking everything I give her, knowing that I know exactly what she needs,” he said as a smack came across on my ass cheek.
Shooter truly had a plan when after each set of spanks, he would tease my opening, feeling the dampness drip along my legs. He had a pattern, a way to know what my body needed and what I craved and mostly I craved him, but I yearned for the release, I begged for more of his caresses.
By the fifth round, I couldn’t sit still and I was threatened to be strapped down, and he wasn’t afraid to get creative.
Each smack sent tingles through my body, ramping up the urge to release.
By the seventh round, he slipped two fingers in, stretching me.
“What a tight little cunt you have, Amelia. So eager for my cock, aren’t you? ”
I nodded.
“Words,” he urged me.
“Yes. I want you. I want your cock deep inside me,” I mumbled.
“So deep that I’ll have no choice but to breed this pussy, having you leak me out, showing everyone who you belong to, right? You want my cum?”
“Fuck, yes. River. Please,” I stuttered.
I was so lost in the cloud of pleasure that by number ten, I was so close to coming, I could feel it teeter on the edge, waiting on his words.
“You’ve been such a good girl, Amelia.” I mindlessly agreed. He kept talking, “One more, and then you can come.” His voice alone would send me over the edge.
He carefully smacked one cheek, and leaned over to kiss it, a soft kiss on the heated flesh. His other hand rubbed the other one, gently stroking it before the final blow, sending me howling in the room. It was no use being quiet when you had a man that was handing out such painful pleasure.
“Hold on,” he said before diving from behind, making good on his promise. His tongue caught every ounce of wetness. “So fucking sweet,” he growled, licking me from front to even the back. His tongue hit that hole, and I thought I was ready to come undone.
The pressure kept building, bringing me to the edge. “Please,” I whimpered out, feeling like my legs were about to give out.
A few more strokes of his tongue and I cried out feeling my body send me in an orgasmic bliss.
He slowed his pace, letting my body tremble and ride out the orgasm Shooter just gave me.
Everything was silent around me, other than the heart beating in my chest. My body was cloud nine again and I never wanted to come down.
“It’s cute that you think that we’re finished.
” he teased before flipping me over, still wide, and pushing my knees to my chest. I lifted my head, seeing that the shirt and the pants were gone.
In all his muscular glory, every muscle glistening from sweat, he stood tall, powerful, in control.
He was a marvel to gawk at, and he was all mine.
Shooter started stroking his cock and I silently wished it was me playing with him, but I didn’t think that trying to stand up and get on my knees when my head was still reeling from the previous bliss.
“This is how you got me, aching to fuck you, to get lost in you. My beautiful woman. Ink, scars, and all.”
I love you.
Oh fuck, those words appeared out of nowhere, and yet they felt so easy to say.
The tip of his cock grazed along my opening, his thumb stroking my sensitive clit. “You ready? I don’t think I’ll be able to stop until you fucking leaking of me.”
“Just fuck me already. Claim me.” My words were fast, but he was faster, and with one solid thrust he buried himself.
A mixture of groans and moans surrounded us as Shooter picked up speed.
The sounds of his balls slapping against me and wet sounds from my pussy, it was nothing but lust and pleasure.
He kept going as he bent over and captured my lips soaking up the sounds from me, mixing his own small whimpers and groans as he fucked me into oblivion.
“Oh fuck, yes. Shit, you ready for my cum?” he asked with a growl. I nodded, whimpering, pleading, as his punishing, relentless pace soon had him spilling into me. His cock twitched, as every drop leaked into me. He peppered kisses along my face as the smile on my face came from him.
We were both a sweaty, hot mess. He only left my pussy for a moment before scooping me up.
Once I was wrapped around him, a little cum dripped out of me, only to be pushed back in by his still hardened cock.
He placed us on the couch, causing me to straddle him, sitting on top of him.
“You can keep me in there for as long as you want,” he tempted me.
My head was buried between his neck and shoulder, his trimmed beard tickled my skin, we didn’t want to get back to reality. We were just enveloped in our heat, in our own world.
“I never felt like this.” he confessed.
I kissed his neck, “Like what, sugar?”
“Loved.” he answered. I couldn’t see his face, but I bet there wasn’t a crack in his expression. It was his truth.
“I’m sure that’s not true.” I tried to bring sense into it. But ultimately failed.
“Yeah, it is,” he said. I pulled away, trying to look at his face.
His warm brown eyes stared into my soul.
“When I’m with you, it’s nothing but happiness and light.
Yes, I’ve had to take it slow with you. But you are worth it.
In the beginning, I was just trying to show what it’s like to be loved, but you showed me what love unconditionally is like.
You accepted me for who I am, never tried to change me.
That’s why it’s easy to love you, because you’re easily loving me. ”
Tears threatened to spill. All I could do was cup his cheek, and show a faint smile. It was easy to think of the words in my head, but saying them was another step.
“You and me,” my voice finally said. It was close enough to those words.
“That’s right.” He kissed my nose, before finally lifting me and pulling his cock out. His cum slowly tried to leak out. When I looked down, he chuckled. “We’ll escape to the women’s locker room, there’s a shower with better pressure.”
We found the discarded clothes and rushed to the locker room, where it was even harder to resist temptation for round two.