27. Twenty-seven
Twenty-seven
Ainsley
I ’m ready for Payton to deliver on all his filthy promises. That was the first time a man has made me come from going down on me, already a huge win in my book. What he did with his mouth and fingers should be illegal because I’d do literally anything to feel that again. If what he just did were a drug, I’d be addicted after that one hit.
I’ve never come so hard, by myself or with a partner, and it was with his mouth on my clit and his fingers in my pussy. I normally get too up in my head about having someone down there, wondering if they actually like it or if they’re just going through the motions. Archer once said my pussy lips look weird and compared them to lunch meat, and I wonder if I taste funny because he didn't like it, so it didn 't happen often. Every time we tried it, I was thinking about anything but getting off, so it just never happened and we both ended up frustrated until I'd fake it or we moved on. But Payton pushed every thought out of my head with his enthusiastic praise and how he devoured me. All I could do was feel him and what he did to my body until he told me to let go and I was free-falling. He’s right. He’ll replace every other partner because he’s that much better than anyone I’ve had.
“I think you’ll look even better with my cock buried inside that tight pussy. Do you think you’ve earned it yet?”
I tip my head back and my whole body shudders in need.
“Yes, oh God, I want you.”
I lift my head and meet his eyes, my hands reaching for his face and pulling him toward me. He’s still half-dressed and covers me with a barrier between us when I want him naked. I make a frustrated noise as I look down at his shorts.
“My cockwhore doesn’t like being denied.” He chuckles, thoroughly amused. He brushes hair out of my face as he holds himself above me on one forearm and traces my lips with his thumb. “I want to hear how pretty you beg for my cock, Princess. Put this smart mouth to work.” He nips at my lips.
What the actual hell? I already told him I need him. He knows I want him to fuck me. We’re on the same page. Why does he need me to beg? But his damn deep voice is commanding and the way he’s looking at me makes me want to do exactly what he asks, which overpowers the part of me that wants to rebel out of spite and tenacity.
I blink, my lip pouting and his eyes track the movement. I wrap a leg around his hips and pull him flush against me, shorts and all. I trace my finger across his lips and roll my body against his.
“I want your cock so bad, Daddy. I’ve been dying to see it, to taste it, to feel it, to have you buried inside me since the day I met you.”
My voice is needy, husky with the heaviness of my desire for him. I reach for his face and pull him down until I can rub my cheek against his and luxuriate in the feel of his afternoon stubble rasping against my skin. I pull back enough to meet his stunning blue eyes, seeing the heat and need that mirrors mine.
“I’ve dreamed about your cock and the dirty things you’d do to me, and now I want you to make my dreams a reality. Please fuck me. Pretty please, Payton.” I make sure he knows I want him , all of him, whether it’s a Dom, a Daddy, or the man who makes my coffee just right. I know they’re the same person, anyway.
“Such a good girl.” His voice breaks as he captures my mouth with his and kisses me deeply. He pulls away, still staring at my face with that pleased expression as I pout again. He backs away, standing to remove his shorts with a grin like he knows I can't take my eyes off him.
I push up on my elbows to watch, eager to finally see what this man has been teasing me with. He pushes his shorts over his hips, his boxer briefs straining to contain the hard length of him. When he pulls the waistband of his underwear away and his cock springs out, I make an audible whimper because good God, he’s huge and hard as he grips the base and strokes up his shaft to the crown while I watch. And holy shit. He’s…pierced. A column of silver barbells runs the length of the underside of his shaft, probably six in all. He’s ribbed for my pleasure. It's so fucking unexpected from the billionaire businessman who wears suits and is a total tech nerd. But he does have a dark side and is familiar with the pleasure of pain, so it shouldn't surprise me that much. I want him even more now. I moan in longing, needing to feel the metal-studded cock for myself.
“My needy girl wants this cock. Crawl for me, Princess, and I’ll let you have a taste.”
I’m on my knees and crawling to him, my eyes riveted on his hand and the way he strokes himself over the metal. Dicks don’t usually garner titles like beautiful or make my mouth water, but Payton has a work of art between his legs, complete with jewelry. I want to touch it, taste it, and learn every ridge and vein. It’s calling me like a damn siren and I’d crawl over glass for it.
“My greedy little cockwhore. Show me how good you can take me. Open your beautiful mouth. I want to see you choke on my fat cock.” He taps my cheek with the head of his dick and I smile from my knees, thrilled at that filthy promise like the twisted woman I am. “Get it wet and messy, Princess. I want to see you drooling around me like the fucking animal you are.”
I moan and let Payton guide me as I settle in front of him. My hand replaces his and his fingers thread into my hair, gripping hard to control my movements. I smooth the moisture at his tip over the broad head with my thumb on my next stroke while licking my lips and he makes a feral sound of pleasure. I look up at him as I slide his cock slowly past my lips, realizing how impossible it’ll be to take much of him given his length, but I can do what he wants. I’ll make a mess of us both.
His eyes are blue fire as he watches me work his cock in and out of my mouth, drool pooling and leaking from my lips as I swirl my tongue around his length and feel the unfamiliar bumps of his piercings stroke across my tongue. His hips buck as his fingers clench against my scalp on each harsh thrust and I relish the pricks of pain that radiate into a warmth of pleasure that skates down my spine. I grip his thigh and hollow my cheeks, breathing through my nose to take him deeper as he pistons into my face. He groans as I stroke and twist my hand up from his base to meet my lips, slipping on the drool that’s coating my hand now. He takes his fill of my mouth while I take my fill of him, loving the salty taste of his precum as I lick and work him deeper down my throat on every stroke until I feel the sting of tears in my eyes. He pulls back on my hair sharply just as I reach my limits, gagging and choking on him just like he said I would.
“Your mouth is too good, Princess. You only get a taste. You can have a mouthful of my cum another time. I want to be fucking your pussy the first time I come in you.” His voice is strained, the words harsh as he fights the urge to keep fucking my mouth instead.
I let his cock pop out of my mouth, a string of drool connecting us, and lick the tip, making it jump. I wipe my mouth delicately, wanting more, though he keeps me just out of reach with his hand fisted in my hair. “Promises, promises,” I tease.
He laughs and bends down, lifting me into his arms and falling onto the bed with me as he peppers my face with kisses. “I want to fuck this tight little pussy. You want this cock?” he asks, teasing my entrance with the head as he thrusts against me, hitting my clit and sending shivers dancing across my skin as those magical piercings provide extra stimulation.
“Yes.” I gasp, moving with him.
I lift my leg over his hip and angle my body to catch his next thrust. He fists his cock and drags it to my opening, pushing in slowly. The exquisite fullness has my head dropping back, a moan leaving me. I can feel every delicious inch of him as he works his cock in, my body is so ready for him but I still need him pulling out and thrusting back in to take him all the way.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grits out as he pauses once our hips finally meet. He dips his head to my chest, his tongue drawing my nipple into his mouth and sucking as I wrap my arms around his shoulders, loving the feel of him everywhere around me. He fills me so perfectly. His big body covers me entirely.
“Show me what it’s like to be your fucktoy. Make me your cumslut,” I rasp into his ear, wanting to know what all his talk has been about.
The smile he wears when he raises his face from my breast is pleased, and it sends my heart pounding against my ribs hard enough he has to feel it.
“I knew you were a brat, but I should have expected you to try to top from the bottom also.” He laughs. “So my little cumslut needs to be used hard until she knows what a fucktoy feels like. Hold on, Princess, I'm going to fucking wreck you and you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”
“All talk until you prove it,” I say, rolling my hips under him and making him groan. I’m growing more confident the longer he stays still, wanting to see how far I can push him to fulfill every dirty taunt he’s made since we met.
“Nothing about me is all talk, Princess.”
I gasp as he smoothly sweeps his arms under my knees and pins them up by my shoulders, spreading me wide and folding me in half as he pulls out and slams back into me. He does some Magic-Mike -type shit with his hips, thrusting into my pussy with a force that leaves me breathless and hits exactly right but also rubs over my clit with a precision focus that has me seeing stars by thrust three. I’m chanting his name now, and on the next wave-like thrust of his cock, the breath leaves my body. I’m having a religious experience, proving that the god above me pounding his perfect cock into my pussy is deserving of a freaking cult following .
“Oh, God, Payton, fuck, I’m…” The orgasm that detonates is quick to break and unexpectedly strong, sending my head back and my hands clawing at the bed as I moan his name, but he doesn’t stop. He rides me hard through the waves, leaving me gasping and shaking, unable to move from the folded-up position he put me in.
“Take it, you filthy fucking slut. Look at you coming apart around my cock, squeezing me like you want my cum. You like being used like this, don’t you?” He pushes my legs together against one shoulder, making me infinitely tighter around him as he fucks me relentlessly.
I moan and clench around him harder as I grip the pillows where my hands are fisted next to my face as his words set off another flutter of pulses. Fuck, he’s going to do me in with his words and the way he moves in me. I can’t get away from the assault of pleasure with how he’s turned me into a pretzel. I don’t want it any other way. This is the best sex I’ve ever had, and it’s the first time Payton has fucked me.
Once my pussy semi-recovers from the earth-shattering second orgasm of the night, he pulls out and I think I’ll get a breather. Instead, he rolls me over, yanks my hips up, and widens my knees by shoving his thigh between mine, pushes back inside my pussy, and shows me how amazing he feels from behind.
“Oh my God.” I gasp into the bed, the side of my face pressed down flat as he fucks me, and I feel him deeper as he bends over me. He wraps a hand around my neck to hold me in place while the other finds my clit, circling as he continues to thrust into me.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good, Princess. Your whole body was made for me. Look how well you fit tucked into me like this as I fuck you like a whore. My perfect little fuckdoll, taking my cock so well as I stretch this tight cunt that I’m going to fill. You’re going to take it and you’re going to love it, aren’t you, my beautiful cumslut?”
“Yes,” I whine, completely lost to the sensations. Another orgasm builds at his filthy words and at the way his cocks hits me on each thrust as his fingers circle my clit. He knows just how to touch me, where to angle his hips, and what to say to have my body respond. The pressure is building low in my belly and I’m gripping the bed in anticipation, my body tensing. “It’s so good. Keep doing that.” I gasp, feeling unintelligible. He’s fucking me stupid.
“Stop resisting.”
“I’m not.” I push up onto my elbows to argue, but he squeezes my neck where his hand rests and forces me back down.
“Let go and come for me, Princess. I want you strangling my cock with this tight pussy. Squeeze the cum out of me, baby. Take every. Last. Fucking. Drop,” he growls, his hips slamming against my ass in a punishing rhythm before he slaps my ass, hard.
My mouth pops open in surprise for a moment, but his grip subdues me and I feel more of him while thinking less. Once I release the tension, the orgasm hits me, my knees giving out as the waves roll through me and I moan my pleasure into the mattress.
“Fuck, Ainsley,” Payton growls as I pulse around him, my pussy holding him tight. His thrusts become more erratic until his hips press hard against my ass and I feel him swell and release with a feral groan as he falls apart right along with me, whispering incoherent praise and curses.
It takes me a moment to gather my wits and realize the gravity of our situation. What the hell was that? That wasn’t sex. That was something a million times better that only he could deliver.
He lets go of my neck and smooths my hair away from my face as he pulls me up onto my knees to lean back against him, his cock still pulsing inside me. I’m limp, barely able to raise my arms to wrap around his neck as he holds me to his chest. His heart beats wildly against my back, matching the frantic hammering of my own as I try to steady my erratic breathing. He runs his hands across my breasts, tracing long fingers down my stomach to where we’re joined as he lifts me off his cock with one thick arm wrapped around my waist. He places his chin on my shoulder and watches the path his hand takes. He cups his fingers in my pussy and I look down to see him rub his cum along my inner thighs like paint.
“My own personal cum canvas. You wear it so well, Princess. I won’t be able to get enough of you. Fuck, I love that you’re full of it right now.” He presses his fingers back against my pussy, pushing his cum inside of me and sweeping his thumb across my sensitive clit. “You’re fucking mine now.”
I shiver against him and he holds me tighter, his hand splayed against my stomach. His mouth finds my neck, biting the skin and sucking, marking me possessively. I whimper and let my head fall back on his shoulder, surrendering to the feel of his mouth on my body, needing more of this from him. I want to wear him with me everywhere, have his marks on me, to be his. I’ve let down my walls and given in completely. I’m fucked.
There’s a reason I don’t date and won’t do casual sex. I can’t. I get attached . I’m a fucking clingy koala. The way I’m feeling right now, in Payton’s arms, lets me know I didn’t grow out of that particular habit with a few years of celibacy and staying out of the dating scene, or by gaining my prickly attitude and wrapping myself in anger after leaving my last bad relationship. I’m not sure if I can handle the kind of obsessive, all-consuming desire I’m feeling after fucking him just once. I want him in every way. I want to belong to him, to have all of his attention. To be his sole desire. It’s a sickness I thought I could cure myself of with time and an attitude change. Instead, it seems I’ve found someone even more addictive and overwhelming. The inner slutty demonic koala has won.
I’m in way over my head with Payton, and I may have just sealed my fate by giving him my body and letting him fuck me bare. I have no control over my growing obsession, and if he’s feeling even a portion of that, too, there’s no hope for me. He’s looking at me like he won’t be letting me go when our fake dating arrangement is over. I can’t decipher whatever’s in his deep blue gaze and what that means for my independence. It reminds me far too much of the look Archer got when he realized I’d be a challenge and he wanted me. I quiver, and it’s only partially from post-orgasm aftershocks.
I know through the way he holds me, the way he wants to mark and possess me, that he felt the same thing I did. We may have just fucked for the first time, but there was something very different about the way we connected, the way our bodies responded to one another. The way we respond to one another. I don’t know what he thinks, but it doesn’t matter if this is real or fake to me. My brain has flipped the switch and decided I’m done for either way.
I’m terrified of the power Payton Olsen holds over me. I’m far too willing to do anything he asks of me and would give him anything he wants, including every piece of my soul. I just need to keep him from realizing he has this ability when he’s been too good at picking up on my every tell so far.