Chapter 43 Brand Me #2
“Holden.” I don’t know if I’m asking, pleading, saying more, or what. All I know is that I couldn’t go another second without his name on my lips. He drags a hand down his face, over his mustache and lips, smiling and shaking his head.
“Perfect.” His throaty praise makes me clench, and his smile grows wider. “You should see yourself, Beauty. Your lips plump and swollen, your cum dripping from them, your clit needy for attention.”
A soft, small gasp escapes me, and he takes his now foggy glasses off. “Hold these for me,” he says, placing them in my hand. He drops his mouth and sucks my clit between his lips. He’s a man on a mission, and I don’t know what to do other than let out some very indecent sounds as he goes to town.
I try to close my legs, because this hard-to-name feeling is almost too much, but he uses his hands to keep them apart, open as wide as they’ll go, while he licks and sucks.
It’s too much. It’s so good, it hurts. It makes me want to scream, so I do, grabbing his hair with my hands and holding him in place. I don’t want him to stop. I want to stay right here, with the sensation of warm heat pooling behind my belly threatening to explode at any time.
I push his head down, tilting my pelvis forward, seeking more. The prickly hair of his mustache moves over my clit as his tongue teases my entrance, sliding in every couple strokes.
This is nothing like I’ve ever felt before. I’m so turned on, it hurts, but I don’t want him to stop.
I grip his hair harder, making him groan, the vibration taking me higher and higher as I pick up the pace. I’m wet, so wet, and he’s drinking me up as if he can’t get enough.
I’m almost there. I grind against his tongue, but he stops, letting go and looking at me.
“What?” I ask, confused and spent, but he smiles, bringing two fingers between my folds and sliding them up and down.
“You taste so good, I want to take my time.”
“Well, that’s just cruel,” I say, practically pouting.
He chuckles. “It’ll be worth it, I promise,” he adds, never stopping his fingers. He slides them in, pulling another gasp from me, then takes them out, holding my gaze and sliding them into his mouth, sucking them clean.
It’s so intimate and filthy and perfect, and I want to see it again. “Do it again.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He does it the same way as before. Fingers up and down between my folds, coating my clit with my arousal, before dipping them in, impossibly deep, stretching me more and more, until there’s nowhere else to go. He doesn’t drop our locked gaze, and neither do I.
He licks his lips in anticipation before sliding his fingers out, groaning as he sucks them. My lips open, and he cocks his head to the side. “Want a taste?”
No.
Maybe.
“Yes.” He slides his fingers back in, but this time, I can’t stop myself from arching my back, bringing my hands to cup my breasts.
“Let me see them.”
I shake my head.
“Natalie, take your tits out. Let me see if they’re as needy for me as your tight cunt.”
I bite my lower lip, considering him, but why the heck not? “I want to see all of you too.” He slides his fingers out for a second, to take his shirt off, but by the time I pull mine off, his fingers are creeping back in.
Bringing my hands to my back, I try to unbuckle my bra, but I struggle with doing so with his fingers now buried deep within me, dragging out pure bliss.
It feels so good.
My bra finally snaps, my breasts spilling free as soon as I tug it off.
“Touch yourself now,” he commands, and I listen, bringing my hands back to my breasts, drawing my nipples between my index and middle fingers.
I can’t take it anymore, so I close my eyes, pinching my nipples and rolling my hips, hoping for his fingers to hit the spot I’m searching for. He slides his fingers out instead, and I groan.
“You wanted a taste, no?” he teases.
I narrow my eyes, but I don’t have a lot of time to consider anything.
He takes his arousal-coated fingers and slides them over my bottom lip.
My mouth drops open in surprise, but he takes my face between his hands and licks my lips before crashing his mouth to mine.
I taste sweetness on his lips, mixed with that very un-nameable way he tastes.
He groans when my tongue seeks his, and I pinch my nipples one more time.
He must feel what I’m doing, replacing my fingers with his, twisting my nipples and driving me wild.
“Holden, please,” I beg against his lips, and he smiles before sliding his dick inside me, putting me out of my misery.
My entire body crashes against his. My ankles cross on his muscled ass as my arms wrap around his.
My fingers search his hair for grip. I can’t kiss him anymore because my mouth is permanently open in awe.
He feels so damn good, it won’t take long for me to come.
“You're addictive,” he says, his words brushing against my neck as he drives in.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers against my breast before sucking a nipple into his mouth.
“Oh my—” He sucks harder.
“Ah!” I scream and push him deeper with my ankles. The room is filled with the sounds of our flesh crashing, him pounding into me, harder, faster, deeper.
It’s too much.
“You’re breathtaking,” he praises into my chest this time, taking his hands and holding me tighter to him. “I need to be closer. There—”He thrusts. “Can’t” Thrust. “Be” Thrust. “Any” Thrust.
Oh my God.
“Room” Thrust. “Between us.” He thrusts harder, and um, oh my, I, um, I see stars.
Fireworks.
Blinking light behind my eyelids as my nails dig into his back.
“Mark me, Natalie. Brand me as yours.” I dig deeper, clenching harder around his dick.
“You’re mine,” I whisper with no reply, except for the warm liquid filling me up. He grunts as he shakes against my body, both of us clinging to the other as if this is the only way we’ll make it out alive. He slows his movements, our chests falling, our breathing in sync.
My legs fall as my body melts into his—my head resting on his shoulder, his hands now brushing up and down my back.
He slides out of me, leaving me feeling empty.
Instead of putting space between us, he does the opposite, taking a small step forward, filling the space with his body.
He grabs my thighs, pulling me closer to him as he kisses my shoulder, my collarbone, my cheek, all the way to my lips.
He kisses me tenderly, taking his time, calming our nervous systems in the process. Once we’re breathing normally and our hands are resting on each other instead of seeking more, he says the one thing I didn’t know I needed.
“I love you.”