Chapter 21 #2
“I can’t take any risks with you, Lani,” he says as I laugh, upside down.
He makes sure my bum is covered before we walk into the house.
Normally, I’d think we’d make it to the second floor, but once he slams the door shut, he puts me down, throws my back into the wall and comes onto me with the heat of a ballistic rocket.
If I had a dress on me, this would be the moment when he’d rip it open.
He threads his fingers through the back of my wet hair and crashes his mouth onto mine, opening my lips at once.
He moves his tongue with ardor while mine moves with his.
His other hand goes to my thigh and slides it high on his hip, making my center open against his groin so I can feel his hard-on.
He presses himself into me to remove any doubt, in case there were any, and then he lifts my other thigh and lifts me up, while I loop my arms around his neck.
His clothes are damp from my skin and hair. He doesn’t care.
He just unfastens his belt, unzips his fly, and pulls his hard cock out before letting me down, my core tight around his veiny shaft.
My head falls back, my eyes closed.
As I relax around him, I also throb around him. He grunts with pleasure.
I follow suit and moan.
“Damn it,” I say, unable to move, still feeling some dull pain, not enough to ruin the pleasure coming from his hard-on. “It’s that how it feels,” I say, tilting my head and looking at him through my eyelashes, while he drinks me in with lustful eyes.
He moves into me, holding me, everything in his control.
How deep he slides in. How long he stays inside me.
Whatever he does, my center reacts the same.
It clenches around him, making him glisten from my wet arousal.
He looks at me, and then my jiggling boobs, before he pulls out of me, runs his zipper up, and pushes off the wall with me in his arms.
We reach the second floor within moments.
He lays me on the bed, removes his clothes, and slides on top of me, my thigh up, pressed into his side.
And then, he thrusts. This time, it hurts a little more, but I quickly forget about it when he lowers his mouth and starts kissing me while fucking me.
Bliss sweeps through me.
Having him naked on top of me, with my hands moving freely down his back and muscular ass as he enters me repeatedly is all I want.
I take him in with all I’ve got, my body and my soul knowing full well that we’ll be tested soon.
That our lives will be threatened.
That we might be brutally pulled away from each other by things that are not in our control.
He must know that too, as he rams into me without restraint, trying to quench his thirst, making me feel the pain and fire in his soul.
Later, he floods me with his release, and I don’t want to let him go.
Unfinished.
Droplets of fresh blood on the sheets.
“I’ll take care of you. Just give me a second,” he says and climbs off the bed.
Moments later, the water runs in the shower, and before long, he returns with a towel wrapped around his waist and a smaller one in hand.
He cleans me between my legs before he flicks his towel off, lets me see how stunning he is, with his heavy cock pointed down. He nudges me to lie across the bed.
Legs open, my pussy facing him.
He plays with it, watching my expression change, a smile growing on my face, while I pin my eyes on his groin, witnessing the swift hardening of his flesh.
With his erection jutting in the air, he lowers his head between my legs.
At first, my thighs shake in anticipation, my eyes still on his erection.
It looks so delicious, and my mouth waters a little, although I’m not sure whether I’d be do it right.
His fingers trail up before his thumb sweeps my clit.
A jolt of pleasure moves through me.
“Come to me,” he says, my reaction registering with him.
He lies on the bed, his back against the pillows.
“Turn around,” he says, making me sit on his face while I’m facing his erection.
I know what needs to be done. I just never did it. But I forget about my jitters when I feel his heated stare straight on my opening.
I sneak a peek at him while he opens his mouth and licks a trail from my clit to my hole.
“Oh fuck,” I say, jerking a little.
“Play with me, baby. This will only get better.”
I wrap my fingers around him and get distracted by his mouth again.
He breathes over my most sensitive area. Licks my pussy. Pushes his tongue inside. Then licks me again.
My clit is throbbing.
My center clenches.
My hips start rocking.
“What did I say?” he murmurs.
Without wasting another moment, I open my mouth and lower my head, getting a taste of his cock.
The thought itself almost sends me over the edge.
This feels amazing.
He crashes his mouth against my entrance and eats me out with so much pleasure, while giving me so much pleasure, that sucking on him only comes naturally to me.
I quickly learn what I need to do.
Running my lips down, moving my tongue around his girth, sucking on him until I taste his pre-cum.
He rolls his hips, pushing his iron hard cock into my mouth, while I bob my head following the rhythm of his strokes.
He alternates fingering me with sucking on me, and I completely lose it.
Running my fist up and down, I swirl my tongue around and suck on his hard flesh at the same time.
All he has time to say is that I’m a natural talent before we scale up in a frantic chase for relief and get rewarded with a spike of mind-blowing pleasure, and then he shoots his load into my mouth, over my face, and over my fist.
I lick it all off him while he drinks my juices, and we both catch our breath, knowing that there’s no turning back and that we’ll need to take this journey to the very end.