Chapter 16 #2
Oh God! His dirty talk is doing things to me. I am throbbing between my legs. Badly aching for him.
Resting on my hands behind my back, I open my legs and show him how much I need him.
“Jesus. You’re pretty everywhere.”
He lowers his shorts and out comes his long, thick cock. His cock is darker, veins thick and visible run down his length, and his head is lot wider than the rest of him. And yes, the color of his cock matches his lips. I am salivating to have him in my mouth.
He walks up to me, climbing the bed. His fingers push my hair out of my face. His index finger traces my face from my forehead to my chin.
He tips my chin up with that same finger, making me look into his eyes. “Everything changes from this moment. You become mine. For however long we decide to make it last, the choice is ours. You understand that?”
“Yes,” I utter the word like a pledge. “And you become mine too?”
“Yes,” he confirms it like a vow.
He pushes us into the mattress, making me fall on my back, and seals his lips on mine. It’s like I unleashed a caged beast. He growls and grips, bites and licks, dragging me down and pulling me up where he wants me.
“I love your tits. These are made for me, perfect for my mouth, for me to play with any way I want.” He squeezes my breasts, covering them in his big hands. He licks the valley of my chest, and he bites me on the meaty part, leaving two blue love bites.
“I’m marking my territory, baby. These are mine now,” he declares. His mouth takes my pebbled nipple and he sucks, tugging and teasing. His fingers pinch and play, kneading and stroking, again and again.
I am a moaning mess. I am so wet for him. I want him to do something to me, something that makes this ache stop. Something that makes this euphoria prolong. He is driving me crazy with his mouth, his hands, his gaze.
I pull him closer. His erection rests on my stomach, his hot velvet cock churning lust inside my lower belly, winding it tighter and tighter.
I squirm under him, trying to get his hard cock between my legs where I really, really need him.
He pauses feasting on me as he reaches for the side table and pulls a condom from his wallet.
He sits on his bent knees to pinch the tip of the condom and roll it down his cock.
I lie still breathless and wanton, watching him, too afraid to disturb the mood.
Too scared to ruin the momentum of things.
He discards the wrapper and taps the tip of his cock on my clit, a smug smile pulling on his lips and that infuriating yet sexy dimple highlighting his face.
Bastard, he’s gonna make me beg.
I fold my lips between my teeth, pressing them shut to stop my whine. His cock rubs on my clit again making me fist my hands, my nails piercing my palms. I want him so, so bad.
“What’s that, baby? Do you need somethin’?”
“Seriously?” I hiss. How can he remain so composed when I’m about to thrash in heat?
“Seriously, babe, is there something you want from me?”
“This is ridiculous,” I growl impatiently.
He balances himself on top of me, taking his rock-hard cock in his hand, rubbing the head up and down my slit. His tip rests on my entrance as he watches me hold my breath, and when I think he is about to enter, he withdraws completely. If this is edging, I absolutely hate it.
“Ryan. Stop tormenting me or I’ll take matters into my own hands.”
“You can try but it won’t help. Your hands won’t give you what I can.”
“Ryan, I’m hurting. Make this hurt go away.”
“What do you want, Ishy?”
“You.”
“More specifically, sweetheart.”
“Your cock.”
“Where do you want it, baby?”
“Inside me.”
“Inside this pussy you mean?” He spreads my lips with his fingers and taps the tip of his cock again on my clit in repeat. The friction is so good but I want more, a groan rips out of me.
“What was that babe, I didn’t hear you?”
“Yes. Inside my pussy. I’m aching for your cock.”
“You wanna come all over my cock, don’t you?” He angles his cock, the head sitting on my entrance.
“Yes. Please. Please. Pretty please.” I am begging and inching my hips closer to feel more of him. Every nerve ending in my body is on alert waiting for this one moment.
“You want me inside you so I can claim you as mine. So that you remember from now on, you belong to me. Isn’t that right?”
I nod but it’s not good enough.
“I need your words, Princess. Who do you belong to?”
“You. I belong to you, Ryan.”
He pushes inside and I whimper, stiffening under him. His cock is big. The discomfort of being stretched to accept his size is overridden by the surge of pleasure that quakes across my body. I feel all of him. Like we are welded in heat, solidified together as one.
“Fuck!” Ryan groans. His eyes become dark. “Jesus, Ishy. You have no idea what you do to me.” His rumble of voice vibrates through to my core making me pulse.
Pleasure has a new name—Ryan big cock Harper.
“Are you okay, baby?”
I blink my reply. I just discovered what mind-numbing pleasure means.
“I just need a minute before I move,” he confesses, pecking me on my forehead and rotating his hips. I moan, pushing and clenching into him. I might cry if he makes me wait any more.
I let out a shaky breath as he pulls himself out.
Our eyes lock as his cock plunges inside me again.
My fingers dig into his shoulders. He pounds my pussy, rocking, grinding against me.
The friction of our bodies slapping together, entangled in toe curling moans.
My eyes roll back to my sockets and my eyelids close when he rubs tiny circles on my clit.
His mouth is everywhere, he is touching me in intimate places where I have never been touched before.
His thumb brushes my butthole, massaging me there.
I tense and squeeze my puckered hole, but he rubs and rubs as he sucks and bites my breasts.
The pressure of his finger on my forbidden hole, the grinding tension of his groin on my aroused clit, and his hard cock slamming inside me, hitting on a delicious spot that I didn’t know existed before. So many new sensations.
It’s all too much and so intense.
“Ryan.” I writhe under him.
“Feel me, baby. Don’t hide from me.”
“Oh God, don’t stop.”
“I love your greedy little pussy, Ishy. I love how your pussy is squeezing me tight.”
My hips raise to match his. I want to hurry to the finish line but he is taking it slow. When I open my eyes, I see him looking down on me with his dimpled smile. His beautiful face is so peaceful, his features so content.
Like he was born to make love to me.
The truth crashes down on me.
Oh my God.
I love Ryan Harper.
“Ryan I—” I almost say it.
“I know, Ishy. Same.”
Then he starts fucking me like a savage beast.
As if until now, he was waiting for me to connect the dots. Like he was giving me time to accept my fate. I cannot run away from what binds us.
He picks up speed, thrusting harder and faster, and I lose my ability to speak, his hand digs into my ass cheek, lifting me to him. “Moan for me, baby.”
I moan and clench around him as he continues the long deep strokes of his cock, tilting his hips again and again, until my body is in his control. My pleasure tightens until it’s bubbling and churning and about to explode, but I fight it somehow.
“Come for me, Ishika.”
As if my orgasm was waiting for his permission, I let go. Shudder after shudder rocks my body, my orgasm bursts out of me. I come undone.
He spills his liquid heat inside me immediately after. I can feel his hot cum even with the barrier of a condom. My eyes close as he nuzzles my neck, his heart beating so fast, his breathing uneven.
We lie in each other’s arms like this is how it’s meant to be. After a while, he rolls us over so I am on my side. Sleep is the last thing on my mind. I want to do it again. But my eyelids get droopy and I drift into a happy cloud of languidness.
A blanket covers my body and I hear him sigh against my lips before everything fades around me.