Chapter 29 #4
“On the bed, brat,” I order.
I’ve pulled back enough to hold her gaze as I start on my belt and pants.
She smirks as she peers back up at me. “Always sooo bossy, Callahan.”
“You love it when I am. Now get your beautiful ass on the bed.”
Chantal does as she’s told—but with a bratty twist.
She knows exactly how to taunt me as she turns sharply on her heel. Her long braids whip against my chest as she does, and she marches the rest of the way over.
When she crawls on she makes a show of it, making sure I get a full, enticing view of her fat round ass. Then she’s settling among the pillows like the fucking goddess she is.
I can’t help chuckling and shaking my head. I finish unbuckling my belt and then shove down the rest. My pants and boxers join the rest of the clothes discarded somewhere on our bedroom floor.
“Are you going to behavior yourself?” I growl. “Or does my brat need to be punished?”
“Your brat deserves to be pleasured,” she answers haughtily. “She was a good girl tonight.”
I’ve climbed onto the bed, quickly closing any space between us as I cup her chin and drop a kiss to her lips. Buying some time to consider her request and leave her in suspense.
“True,” I answer. I grope one of her breasts with my other hand. “You do deserve a reward, don’t you?”
The kiss on her lips transforms into kisses on her jaw and throat. My mouth travels wherever there’s a patch of her smooth brown skin to kiss.
For me to lick and suck.
Soon Chantal’s trapped between the cascade of pillows and the starving man kissing his way down her neck and chest and stomach.
“Tell me what you want, brat.”
“Do you even have to ask?” she whines. “I want that big ass dick inside me.”
I climb my way back up her body, a lopsided grin slanted on my face. “Then how about you get your pretty ass up and ride my cock?”
Chantal yelps as I switch up our positions. I drop down onto my back and pull her on top of me. She goes from laying back like a princess to mounting me like some bull rider.
All positions have their advantages, but having Chantal on top has quickly become the latest favorite. Not only do I get the best view of her tits and face, the rest of her body’s easily within reach. I can palm the hell out of her ass as she bounces on my cock and fucks herself.
Chantal straddles my hips, her curvy thighs bracketing me. She lowers herself down, the wet heat an instant shock of pleasure that encases my shaft.
I groan despite myself, hands falling to grip her ass and hold her in place.
She really is a goddess sitting on my cock as she lets the pleasure wash over her too. Her head tips back, long braids hanging down spine, and her lips part for the moan she releases.
I’m so wrapped up in tight, pulsing heat that it’s like we’re both frozen for those first few seconds. All I want to do is pull her down even more and bury my face in those fucking tits.
Chantal rocks her hips experimentally, slowly sliding herself up and down my thick shaft. I squeeze her ass in approval and then catch her by the throat with the other hand. I bring her in for a hard kiss, going deep as soon as our lips touch.
“You just gonna sit on my cock, brat?” I growl. “Or are you gonna ride me like a good girl?”
“Patience, Callahan.”
She teases me back, pushing at my shoulders and grinding her hips. Making her pussy contract around me in wave of tight pulses.
I swear and clench my jaw at how fucking insane it feels—how if I’m not careful, my brat’ll have me coming two seconds into this.
But she’s always known just how to work it.
She’s always been so confident with her body that she knows how to torture me when she moves it. Not that I’m complaining. How can I when I’ve got the most amazing woman in my bed?
Her knowing how to drive me crazy in bed is the best kind of problem to have.
Chantal’s walls grip at me as she begins rolling her body.
Still slow, still smooth and torturous.
I’m basically speechless as she does. More groans leave me as I grope her ass and thighs and let her ride me.
Every roll of her hips brings her body sinking back down onto me. Her slick throbbing pussy slides back down my shaft and ignites more pulses of pleasure.
It’s like being surrounded by heaven on all sides.
If heaven was a warm, clenching, wet embrace.
That’s my version of heaven anyway, one where my bratty goddess lets me sink into her silky hot pussy.
“Oh fuck,” Chantal whimpers as her gyrations grow faster.
She’s chasing what feels good for her, rocking harder as she goes. Her nails dig into my chest and leave marks. Her eyes flutter shut, head tipping even more back.
I’m distracted by how her huge tits bounce right in front of my face. The sight of them mesmerizes me, heavy and full, dark nipples pebbled and begging for attention. I lean up and capture one in my mouth, sucking hard while my hands grip her ass to keep her moving.
Her brows knit together as if she’s pained. But it’s really pleasure as I suck on her tits and she rides my cock.
I switch to her other breast, swirling my tongue around the stiff peak before pulling it between my teeth with enough pressure to make her gasp.
She grinds down harder in response, taking more of my thick cock.
I slide in toward the back of her pussy and hit a spot deep inside her that makes us both groan.
“Yes, brat,” I pant against her skin. I’ve left her tits slick with my saliva. My hands roam elsewhere, groping every fleshy curve within reach. “Ride my cock like a good fucking girl.”
Her answer comes in a strangled cry as she increases her gyrations. Her tits bounce faster and her hips crash down harder on me. The expression on her face is some mix of euphoric agony, like she feels so good riding me but still so far from the climax she needs. A form of torture in and of itself.
I grab hold of both asscheeks—one in each hand—and start taking over the motions. I start sliding her myself on my cock, lifting her up and then wrenching her back down.
“You know how good you look fucking yourself on my cock?” I growl. “Taking every damn inch of me, brat?”
I plant my feet on the mattress and thrust up into her, exceeding her rhythm. She cries out at the new angle. Her nails dig deeper into my chest and leave more marks, and I fucking love it.
Love that she’s losing control, and that I’m the one doing this to her.
Her tits jiggle hypnotically with every thrust and collision of our bodies. I can’t stop staring—or touching her, my palms fondling the the mounds of soft flesh and rolling her nipples between my fingers.
Chantal shatters with a cry. Her whole body seizes as the orgasm rips through her. She clenches around me in more hot slick pulses, and it takes extreme willpower not to follow her over the edge.
Instead, I’m flipping us over to her gasp of surprise. The sharp sound’s quickly muffled against the pillows as she buries her face in them and I’m hiking her hips back toward me.
My palm slams into her ass, unable to resist smacking her ass and watching the flesh jiggle.
Then I’m driving into her, burying myself to the hilt in one hard thrust. She cries into the pillow, her back arching and her ass pressing back against me as if she’s desperate for more.
…so I give her more.
I set a brutal pace, one hand gripping her hip and the other wrapping her long braids around my fist. The headboard slams against the wall as I fuck into her and make her soaked pussy squelch.
Some would say it’s obscene, but it’s one of my favorite sounds in the world.
It’s the sound of her slick little pussy swallowing my cock.
The overnight staff probably know exactly what we’re up to; they probably hear the screams and loud thuds and other X-rated noises coming from their employer’s room.
I couldn’t give less of a fuck.
If anything, it spurs me on—my hips only go faster as I smack Chantal’s ass again and stroke myself deep into her pussy.
“This tight silky cunt was made for me,” I pant. “It’s all mine and nobody else’s.”
“Yes!” she cries against the pillow. “It’s all yours! Just… please make me come!”
“So fucking greedy. Already begging for another orgasm.”
I straighten up and watch my cock disappear inside her over and over, her ass rippling every time our bodies meet. My hand slides around to find her clit, and rubbing quick circles over the swollen bundle of nerves.
She’s dripping down my cock, so wet and ready that my fingers slide through her folds with ease. She’s a mess, completely overstimulated and right on the edge.
Right where I want her.
My cock hits her sweet spot at the same time I’m rubbing her clit, and she gives in all over again. Her fingers clench shut in the pillow and she screams into it. Her pussy erupts in a wave of hot, clenching spasms that drives my own release.
It starts at the base of my spine and then goes from there.
I piston into her as it builds and I lose control. I feel myself letting go.
Her pussy’s clamped down on me like a vice, and I’m left no choice but to come. I bury myself to the hilt and release a thick grunt as I spill inside her.
My body’s still on auto, hips erratic and shuddering. I pump her full and pull out only when I’m spent. I take her along with me, pulling her up against my side as I settle on my back.
For seconds to come we’re laying still, panting into the sudden silence of our bedroom. Then seemingly out of nowhere, Chantal breaks into a giggle.
I cock a brow at her. “What’s so funny?”
“I can’t believe I ever settled for Greg.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I chuckle.
“Trust me, it is. I think he would’ve broken a hip trying to do half of what we were.”
“Except that was just a warmup.” I raise up on my elbow and drop a kiss on her mouth. Meanwhile, my hands are already roaming, skimming across her naked curves. “You think I’m even close to being done with you?”
Chantal’s ready for me when I bow my head for our second kiss. She’s parting her lips and sliding her fingers into my hair.
Only the beginning of us enjoying each other for the rest of the night.
It’s the new normal we’ve found. The passion we feel for each other. The relationship we’ve built together that continues to flourish.
It’s an existence that I could get used to for the rest of my days, and it’s taught me a lesson I needed to learn after everything I’ve been through.
When I was sent away to prison, I thought it was over. I had lost it all, and I wanted revenge to make up for it. But as it turns out, dying isn’t always the end.
There’s life after death.