35. Chapter 35
Chapter thirty-five
— SLOW DOWN BY CHASE ATLANTIC
I carry Bree into my room before I throw her on my bed, her dress still hiked up above her hips. I drink her in as she sits on her elbows, cheeks flushed, thighs glistening with arousal, her eyes hooded as she looks up at me.
My beautiful fucking angel. My beautiful Bree.
Ever since I tasted her, I’ve been craving the feeling of her unraveling around my dick. I know that once I feel her tight pussy wrapped around me, I’ll be ruined.
And I’m perfectly okay with that.
“Vince, take your pants off,” she orders as she crawls over to where I stand at the edge of my bed. “I want to feel you, baby.”
I grab her chin in my hand. She’s in control, but that’s not going to stop me from bossing her around. “Unbutton my jeans and take my dick out.”
Her cheeks flush harder as she does what I tell her. Her hands take their sweet time pushing my jeans and boxers down, and as I step out of them, I’m caught off guard by her mouth wrapping around the head of my dick.
“Fuck, baby. ”
Her mouth takes me deeper, and the only sounds I hear are the ones she’s making as she groans around my dick. Fuck, I have to stop myself from coming down her throat.
“That’s it,” I coax her as she takes me entirely—all nine inches. “You look so beautiful with my dick down your throat, angel.”
Her eyes all but roll to the back of her head, and when she cups my balls, I have to pull out.
This girl fucking unravels me, and before we take the last step, I want to double-check. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “I’m not going to break, Vince. I don't want you holding back. I’ll be fine. I’m aching for you, so hurry the fuck up.”
“Whatever you need, baby,” I say, kissing her fiercely until she moans in my mouth. “How do you want to take it?”
She only groans in response. “I don't fucking care, Vince. Fuck me like I’m famous.”
I stifle a twin groan. “Get on those pretty knees of yours and face the mirror.”
She complies immediately, ass in the air as she looks at me through the mirror. I’m glad I didn't move it, because this view is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
I stroke myself a few times before I lean down to her ear. “Do you remember your safe word?”
She nods into my bed.
“Good. Use it any time and I’ll stop immediately, okay?” I say in a soft tone, and she nods again. I grab a condom from my side table and roll it on before I lock eyes with her in the mirror and thrust into her tight pussy in one, punishing stroke. It doesn't take much; her pretty pussy has been dripping for me.
“Oh fuck,” I hear her moan into my sheets.
“Christ, angel, you’re so fucking tight.”
“I feel so full, Vince. God, you feel so good. I need you to move.”
“You haven 't taken all of me yet. Just relax and let me make you feel good, baby.” I slowly thrust in and out of her, letting her adjust to my size before I lose my control. It’s so fucking hard to think of anything but the girl in front of me, and I’m slowly losing every single shred of my sanity.
I’m fucking ruined. Bree’s never taking another dick again. Her pussy was made for me, and so was she.
“Faster, Vince, please. I’m not going to break, I promise,” she moans as I continue my same pace.
“I’m not doing this for you, baby. If I go faster, I’m going to lose control.”
“Lost control then. Please, I need you to go faster, harder, anything,” she begs, and that one word unravels me before she says it again. “Please?”
My control snaps, and then I’m ramming in and out of her pussy, her moans and pants buried in my sheets. I’m worried I’m going to split her in half, but her legs wrap around me as she pulls me even deeper than before.
All I see is red as I feel her pussy tighten around me. She’s strangling my dick; I should’ve known that sweet Bree likes to be fucked like I hate her. Her pussy clenches when I praise her and when I degrade her, which makes no goddamn sense.
But I don't really care, right now.
I grip her hip as I slam into her, her face still buried in my sheets. I can’t have her missing the beautiful picture in front of me, so I grab her lightly by the back of the neck and lift her head.
“Do you see us, angel? Do you see how good we look like this?”
I feel her nod as I continue thrusting into her. “Vince…”
“What would the world say if they saw sweet, innocent Bree watching herself get fucked in front of the mirror?” I ask, my hand moving toward her clit.
“Don’t stop, Vince. ”
“I won’t, baby. I’ll give you what you need, don't worry,” I say as my finger circles her clit. Her legs are starting to shake, but I want this to last a little longer, so I slow down. “But you need to be punished for walking around without underwear.”
“What? Vi—” I slap her ass before I lean down to her ear.
“Has anyone ever touched you here?” I ask as my finger circles her ass.
“N-No. Nobody,” Bree pants as I slowly fuck her, the pace torturous.
“Do you want me to play with your ass, Bree?”
“One finger,” she states. “I’ll try anything once.”
“Good fucking girl,” I say as her pussy tightens around me. I take my dick out, wet my finger with her arousal, and thrust back inside of her. Her knees give out a bit, so I use my left arm to steady her. “Let me play with your ass while I fuck you, okay?”
She nods, and I pick up my pace before I slowly circle her ass with my finger. I press in only a little at first, and I hear her moan as I get knuckle-deep. I thrust in and out of her pussy while I continue to fuck her ass with my finger.
“Oh God, Vince,” she all but screams as her legs start to shake and her orgasm takes over. I feel her pussy clenching around my cock, and my own follows, still feeling her spasming around my cock.
“Fuck, Bree, you feel so fucking good,” I say as I thrust through my release, her moans still indecipherable as her body goes limp under mine.
After I regain my composure, I dispose of the condom and return with a warm towel so I can clean Bree up. She came all over my sheets, but I can’t find it in me to care.
That was the best sex of my life—not just because it was good sex, but because it was with Bree. Sex with her feels so much different than all the meaningless flings I had while on the road for my job, and I know it’s because I was meant to be here with her all along.
I clean Bree up, and she’s fast asleep as I carry her to the shower. We smell like sex, and I know Bree would hate to wake up tomorrow naked and unclean. The girl hates going to sleep without showering, and she might hate me when I wake her up, but she’ll thank me tomorrow.
“Baby? Wake up. We’re gonna shower, okay?”
She only grumbles in response. “I can’t feel my fucking legs.”
“Then I did my job. How are you feeling?” I ask her as I place her on my counter.
“I feel fantastic. How do you feel?”
“The same. I hope you know that your pussy is mine now.” I lean into her, pressing a kiss beneath her ear. “And your ass too. That’s fucking mine.”
She shivers where she sits on the counter, and her eyes lock with mine, heat still blaring in her gaze. Is she still turned on? “I’m yours, Vince. I told you that from the start.”
“Good, baby. Now, let me fuck you in the shower.”
“It’s like you read my mind.” She smiles before I carry her into the shower. The two of us spend all night getting lost in one another's bodies before we eventually fall asleep, tangled up in one another like we were always meant to.