Chapter 33 Theo #2
This is what she does. And God, I fucking love it.
A pounding grows in my head, in my ears, my vision blackens.
I grab one of her wrists and pin it to her side.
I need her to stop moving against me, stop looking at me.
She peeks at my cock and that fucking smirk of hers…
I yank the other one and pin it to her other side.
Her smirk grows, and then she lifts herself onto her tiptoes and drags her tongue across my lips.
I have no self-control. I drop my hands and grip her hair at the nape of her neck, forcing her head up. My hand seizes the fleshy part of her inner thigh, my defiant cock screams for release. “Is this what you want?”
If she’s going to play, then I’ll make her pay for it. She’ll want this as badly as I do, she’ll need this as much as I do. She’ll ache for it, crave it, be driven half-mad needing this fix the same way I am.
Her skin feels so goddamn good beneath my grip. Lexie possesses me, melts my resolve.
She doesn’t just distract me.
She fucking owns me.
Her breaths turn ragged, pink blossoms under those freckles and she whispers, “More.”
Fuck.
I slide my hands all the way up that sensitive, smooth, tight skin at her inner thigh.
She whimpers when I reach her center, and the side of my hand touches her naked pussy.
My jaw clamps. “You’re not wearing any panties?
” This beautiful naked cunt was right there, waiting.
I grind my palm into that damp silken flesh, and her breath hitches.
God, I want to slide inside her, drop to my knees, taste her, but I want to see hot, frustrated tears stream down her cheeks first.
Her body writhes against me, searching, but I’m holding back. For so long, she’s made me beg. It’s her fucking turn.
“You love this, don’t you?” she says with a ragged breath.
“You love feeling me like this and knowing I was right there, open, waiting…” Wetness seeps into my hand and I want to lick it off.
I yank her hair again, exposing her neck, and her eyes flutter.
She’s so vulnerable in this position. The whimpers, the way she’s digging her fingers into my arms and pushing into me…
the struggle feeds me. She’s trying to be strong, but she’s failing. I love watching my goddess fail.
Her hips buck against me, desperate, searching for friction and release, but she’s not getting it. I’m going to hold her here as my cock grows painfully hard until she breaks.
She has to break first.
Her hands slide over my pants, feeling the outside of my cock and her face flushes with a satisfied smile that I’m going to destroy later.
Her green eyes turn dark. “You liked watching me this morning, didn’t you?
” Stop fucking talking. I can’t… “Did you like the way my tongue played with you? The way I licked your skin and choked on your cock and controlled you?”
Stop talking. I can’t concentrate. Lava surges through my veins. My head pounds with my frantic pulse. She drops her hands, and in a hard, swift tug, she yanks down her dress and bra and her tits spring free. Fuuuuck. The rose-colored nipples begging to be sucked, but I can’t…
“Stick out your tongue,” she demands. How does she control me like this?
I’m the one who’s supposed to be in control, I’m the one who’s supposed to make her beg.
But I do it. I stick out my tongue as my heartbeat rails against my chest. She cups her tits and drags them across my tongue and when she moans, I grab her and suck.
I pinch and suck and flick my tongue against her nipples, moving back and forth, desperate for more.
Her fingernails grip into my neck with so much force she might break my skin and I suck harder.
And then she pulls them away, and I chase them back in my mouth. My body is hot, my face red, my cock so hard it hurts. She’s a drug, and I want more.
She lifts her skirt and fuck me. Beautiful, pinked from my grip, glistening with heat, and my logic, my breath, my mind is gone. I need my mouth on it. I need her taste, her smell, her skin.
“I can feel how hard you are,” she says, her voice raspy and taunting. “You want this pussy, you want me, and it’s killing you that I’m making you shatter your control.” She lowers her skirt and presses her mouth to my ear. “And I fucking love watching you squirm when you don’t get what you want.”
Flames shoot through my chest. “Did you say I can’t have it?
Oh baby girl… I always get what I want.” My hand grazes her neck and slides to her chest. Under my palm, her rapid heartbeat betrays her confidence.
Now, it’s her turn to struggle. My thumb brushes over a nipple and I pinch.
Hard. The gasp this elicits fuels me. “Not so fucking confident anymore, are you?”
Sharp, rapid breaths follow. I push my palm against her pussy and she wiggles, seeking.
I want to see her break. On me. I want wet heated desire to coat my hand.
My fingers spread and trace over her soaked entrance and she immediately widens her legs.
Dirty girl… “You’re so fucking wet, Lexie.
I think you’re the one who wants this, aren’t you? ”
Slickness runs along my fingertips. I glide back and forth on the smooth, perfect skin, devouring her hushed moans and the soft yeses.
The need to taste her consumes me, waters my mouth, acutes my senses.
Legs quiver against my thigh. Fingers dig into me.
Nails scratch my skin. But I’m still not going to give it to her.
Her hands move from me, and she cups her breasts.
She squeezes and pinches, and I can’t hold back.
I drop my hand from between her legs, yank away her hands, and put her tits in my mouth.
I’m frantic. Feverish. Sucking and licking.
Red grip marks flush her pale chest. I wipe her arousal on her tits and lick it off and…
oh, fuck… she tastes so good. I want my mouth on her chest, on her pussy, on her ass, and there’s not enough time.
Hands grip the back of my neck, pulling me into her. “More… harder…”
I suck harder, lick faster, I grip her ass and press my hand back on her sweet cunt. “God, you’re perfect,” I moan, pushing my fingers against the slick skin.
Agony fills her face, and her heavy-lidded eyes plead with mine. “Please… please… I can’t take it…”
“Please. What?” I demand, loving the way her body crumbles, the way that if I wasn’t steadying her, she’d collapse.
My fingers stay right at her entrance and she’s trying to push herself on them, but I won’t let her. Her chest heaves against mine. My heartbeat thunders. I want to touch her so fucking bad, but I want to hear her say it. “Please, what?”
A stuttering breath releases from her sweet mouth. “Please… make me come.”