Chapter 36
Blake
Tracy is such a beautiful mess right now.
Her hair sticks to her face, her skin glistening from sweat, her makeup starting to run. Her chin and chest are covered in drool, and I dip down, licking the sweet nectar off her tits.
“Your spit kink is disgusting,” she says, though her breathlessness tells me otherwise.
Grinning, I fist her hair and force her head back, then spit into her mouth, the combination of my own and hers landing on her tongue. “Swallow it.”
She narrows her eyes at me, and I increase my grip on her hair. She makes a show of wiggling her tongue, and then, like my good girl, closes her mouth and swallows.
I let go of her hair and kiss her, my tongue invading her mouth in long, languid strokes. Pulling away, I tell her, “It’s not a spit kink, Trace. It’s an ‘everything about you’ kink.”
Okay, it’s a bit of a spit kink. Something about her relinquishing power to me and the trust she places in me is the biggest fucking turn on, especially given how stubborn she is. And seeing her swallow down everything I give her? Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
But I wasn’t lying about the second part—it is everything about her. There’s not a single thing I would deny her. There’s nothing she could ask that I’d outright refuse. She could tell me she was going to suffocate me between her thighs, and it’s a death I’d gladly welcome.
I can’t get enough of her. All the weeks of forcing myself to keep a distance only made the need for her worse, and now that we’ve both accepted this thing between us, I’ll never let her walk away from me.
What Tracy doesn’t know is that I’ve become completely fucking obsessed with her.
She looks at me, wide eyed. “What does that mean, Blake?”
I reach between her legs, running my fingers over her soaked cunt, and she moans as I sink two in and press my palm against her clit. Reaching around, I grab the strap on the anal beads, pulling it taught but not pulling them out yet.
“It means I love you,” I say, not even realizing the words I’m stringing together until they’ve come out.
Her mouth drops open and my heart ramps into overdrive.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why the fuck did I say that out loud?
“Blake,” she starts, but I silence her with a kiss as I start pumping my fingers in and out of her, my palm grazing her clit with every thrust.
She sinks into it, kissing me back with so much passion, it takes everything in me not to pull out my dick and fuck her right now.
Instead, I pull back, sink to my knees, and suck on her clit.
“Oh god, Blake. I’m going to come again.” Her legs shake, her pussy contracting around my fingers.
I work her clit, thrusting my fingers in tandem, and just before she falls apart again, I tug on the anal beads, slowly slipping them out. Between the excessive amount of lube I used and her ass being stretched, the smaller beads slide out easily.
It doesn’t take long before Tracy comes with a cry, my name leaving her lips in a plea. I pull the last bead from her ass and lap at her clit while I hold my fingers inside her, her cunt gripping them tight as her entire body shakes.
When she’s finally come back down from her release, I undo the cuffs around her ankles. Standing, I undo one of her wrist cuffs, and the second her arm is free, she falls into me.
“Sorry,” she says as I grip her. “My legs are numb. And my arms.”
“Sweetheart,” I prop her up against me and undo the last cuff. She sags into me and I pick her up under her knees and shoulders. “You were supposed to tell me to stop if you were hurting.”
She looks up at me, her face the picture of pure bliss. “I wasn’t hurting.”
I kiss her forehead and carry her back to the campsite. Setting her down on the tailgate of my truck, I wash the dirt from her bare feet, then carry her to the tent, laying her out on the plush blankets covering the mattress.
It’s probably overkill, given the warm night air, but she said she runs cold and I wanted to be prepared.
Tracy stretches out, her glorious naked body on display for me, and my dick throbs.
She catches me staring and smirks. “Like what you see? It’s really too bad you didn’t fuck me when you had me strung up. If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll help relieve that situation in your pants.”
I click my tongue at her. “Always running your mouth. That’s precisely why I brought the gag, sunshine.” I pull my t-shirt over my head. “And if you think I’m done with you already, you’re sorely mistaken.”
Her eyes follow the movement of my hands as I open my jeans. “You think you can top the two orgasms you just gave me?” She raises a skeptical brow at me. “That’s quite an act to follow.”
I step out of the last of my clothes and lunge at her, pinning her hands beside her head as I settle in between her thighs. She squeals, wiggling against me and grinding into my painfully hard dick.
“Those were just the warm-up,” I tell her. “I’m going to fuck you like the whore you are now.” I don’t give her the chance to retort, instead crashing my lips to hers and consuming her mouth.
It’s a battle for dominance, our tongues colliding as we take from each other. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and bite down; her resulting groan vibrating through my entire body.
I can’t wait any longer.
Releasing her hands, I grip my shaft, stroking the hard length before positioning myself at her entrance and impaling her with one hard thrust.
“Blake,” she moans against my lips.
“How do you want it?” I ask, pulling my hips back and thrusting slowly into her soaking cunt, the speed torturous. “Slow?” I pull my hips back again, but this time slam them forward quickly, her tits bouncing from the impact. “Or hard?”
She reaches up, dragging her fingernails down my chest hard enough to sting. “Fuck me like you hate me.”
Fuck. Me. This woman.
Putting a hand around her throat, I pin her in place and set a brutal pace, pounding into her like a man possessed. Like a man obsessed. Like a man in so deep, there’s no longer a possibility of reaching the surface, so I’d rather languish in the depths of depravity with her.
Her nails dig into my back, her full tits bouncing as I tear through her. Reaching down, I grab one of her thighs and push it up toward her chest, the new angle getting me deeper.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I grunt out. “Like you were made for me.”
“Yes,” she moans.
Sweat coats our bodies, our breathing heavy and skin slapping as I continue my ruthless pace, and just when I feel her starting to tighten around me…
Boom!
“Oh my god!” Tracy shrieks as I slide out of her and we fall to the ground in a heap, the air mattress flattening in an instant. “It popped!”
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, grabbing her hips as she laughs and tries to get up. “This changes nothing. Get your ass back here.”
“But—”
I yank on her hips, forcing her ass into the air as she falls forward onto her hands. Pressing on her upper back, I force her face down into the blanket. “I wasn’t done fucking you,” I growl, and slide back in.
Tracy groans as I sheath myself to the hilt, her dripping pussy welcoming me back eagerly. The hard ground digs into my knees as I resume my punishing pace, and my balls swing into her clit with every thrust.
Reaching forward, I fist her hair, pulling her head toward me and making her back arch. My dick pulses, so desperate to fill her with cum, and it’s only a matter of time before I lose it.
“Come,” I tell her. “Touch yourself and come.”
She reaches a hand between her legs, and I feel the light brush of her fingertips against my dick with every thrust.
“Blake,” she cries. “Please. Please, please, please.”
Letting go of her hip, I slap her ass hard enough to bruise. “Be my good whore and come,” I say, slapping her ass again.
She moans beneath me, unintelligible noises coming from her mouth as I fist her hair tight and use it as fucking reins to drive into her.
I grunt through the savage pounding I’m giving her pussy, and then she comes with a cry, her cunt gripping me so tight that I can’t hold off my own release any longer.
My hips jerk as I fill her with cum, her pussy milking every last drop as we ride out the pleasure together.
When her body loosens again, I slip out of her, watching my cum seep out of her used up hole. “You’re such a good whore,” I tell her, gathering the sticky white fluid onto my fingers and sliding them back inside her.
“Blake, no more,” she whines.
“Shhhh,” I shush her, holding my fingers in her cunt. “Just making sure nothing runs out.”
She holds her ass in the air for me like a good girl as I hold my fingers in her cunt. I scissor them, relishing the feel of her pussy full of my cum, then finally pull them out.
“Get up on your knees,” I tell her. “Face me.”
She does.
“Open,” I command, and when she parts her lips, I stick those two fingers into her mouth, coated with our releases. “Taste how good we are. Taste how we’re meant to fucking be.”
She closes her mouth around my fingers and sucks them clean, her tongue running over and between them. When I pull them out of her mouth, I suck them into my own, the lingering saltiness hitting my tongue.
Tracy watches me, her eyes half lidded, no doubt exhausted from everything I put her through tonight. Pulling my fingers from my mouth, I bring them to hers one last time, sticking them in just until she starts gagging, then remove them.
“You did good, sweetheart.” I pull her into me, and we fall back onto the pile of blankets and our now deflated air mattress.
She nuzzles into my chest, kissing my nipple, then runs her fingers up and down my abs.
“Did you mean it?” she asks moments later, her voice quiet.
“What?” I trail my fingers across her back.
“That you love me.”
My hand stills, and for the briefest of seconds, my heart stops.
Not because she’s bringing it up, and not because she wants to have this conversation, but because it’s true.
It’s been true. For a while now, I’ve loved this woman, but I was too blind to see it.
I was so caught up in my anger and frustration toward her in the beginning that I missed the obvious right in front of me.
I neglected to see how this stubborn, confident woman who walked into my life was the best thing to have ever happened to me.
I failed to notice how my heart hammered in my chest not just to fight with her or to fuck her, but to be with her.
I was a fool. A blind fool.
I clear my throat, hating the sudden tightness of it. “Yes,” I admit to her. “I meant it.”
She lifts her head, peering up at me with a big grin. “Would you love me if I were a bug?”
I force myself not to roll my eyes. “No.”
She smacks my chest. “Then that love doesn’t seem very unconditional.”
“You’re not a fucking bug,” I tell her, reaching down to smack her ass. “And you won’t ever be a bug, so your question is pointless.”
She huffs. “Fine. Would you love me if I were a cyclops?”
“No.”
“Blake!” She playfully smacks my chest again.
“Ask me something realistic,” I tell her, “and I’ll give you a different answer.”
“A cyclops is realistic,” she pouts. “I could have an accident and lose an eye.”
I grab her thigh, pulling it over my hips. “In that case, you’d just be one-eyed, and I’d still love you.”
“Well, that’s the same as being a cyclops,” she insists.
“No, a cyclops has one eye on their forehead. You would have one eye in its normal spot,” I point out.
“Oh, so it’s the position of my remaining eyeball that matters?”
I groan. This fucking woman.
Squeezing her tight against me, I tell her, “Sunshine, I love you just as you are now, and I’ll love the woman you are tomorrow. So, yes, it’s unconditional.”
She props herself up on her elbow and gazes down at me, her hair tumbling over her shoulder and onto her breasts.
“I love you, too,” she says, her voice full of promise, and then she seals it with the sweetest kiss I’ve ever had.