“And I’ll keep you.” He fucked me slowly with his fingers and rubbed his thumb against my clit. I gasped and moaned as pleasure rocked down my spine and I felt an orgasm already sitting on the tip of my tongue. He must’ve realized, because he pulled back, and I let out a soft, shocked groan of anger.
He laughed and shoved my legs open wider, my pussy glistening in the firelight, and he lapped me up with his tongue, top to bottom.
Pleasure bloomed like a gunshot. I threw back my head as his lips and tongue and mouth did things I’d never dreamed of before. My back arched and every muscle tensed as pleasure rode along that edge between perfect and too much, keeping me right in that zone where I wasn’t sure if I wanted to scream or beg or cry.
Until his fingers began to fuck me again while his tongue and lips sucked me, and I knew I was finished. “Darren,” I whispered, moving my hips to his rhythm. “Darren, oh, god, I want you to taste me.”
I came so hard the edges of my vision turned blurry and black. I said his name in one long, gasping moan, but he didn’t stop. His tongue kept licking, sliding down to suck me clean, lapping me up and taking every drop as I slowly came back down from the stratosphere, my legs shaking, a stupid smile on my lips.
He leaned back to stare at me, and there was love in his expression.
I’d never seen that before from him, but it was there. Real, genuine adoration, like I was his masterpiece and he couldn’t get enough of me. I felt a blush turn my skin a deep red as I looked away. My shirt was up over my bra-covered breasts and my lower body was bare, and I felt so exposed.
I went to cover myself, but he stopped me. “Don’t move.”
I bit my lip. He unbuckled his belt. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t move,” he said again and pulled down his slacks. I stared as he reached into his boxer briefs and slowly stroked himself. He stared at my breasts and I adjusted myself slightly—pulling my shirt up higher. His face contorted in conflicted pleasure and a sudden urge rocked through my body. The way he looked at me, his hard cock, the way he touched himself—it made me mindless with sudden arousal.
I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. It fell forward and I pulled it up as he leaned forward to take a nipple between his lips. He licked it, sucked it, and growled with a deep animalistic frenzy. He stroked himself faster and reached up to pull my hair back. I gasped in surprise and felt the tingling between my legs intensify.
“Tell me you want this,” he whispered, staring into my eyes. “Say the words.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
He pulled me from the chair and turned me around. I put my knees up on the seat as he grabbed my hips, pressed his tip against my soaked entrance, then plunged himself inside.
I gasped as he filled me to the brim.
I’d never felt something like it before. His cock was massive and bottomed out against my cervix, pressing to my very deepest ends. I threw my head back as he gripped my hips then wrapped a hand around my throat. He kissed me, tilting my chin back, and slowly fucked me with his wildly hard cock.
“I dreamed about this since the moment I met you,” he whispered. “You got under my skin that first day in your apartment. I thought you were nothing, just another bit player in a larger game, but you stuck with me, love. I kept dreaming about your taste, your pussy, your lips. I imagined how you’d feel from the inside, but this, oh, god, love, this is so much better than I pictured.”
He moved faster, slick cock sliding in and out. I worked my hips, bucking against him, breasts shaking. I took off my shirt and let my bra fall off. I was naked and didn’t care, didn’t give a damn as he slammed into me faster, gripping my ass, slapping it hard.
I moaned his name. I didn’t think I could come again, but god, he proved me wrong. His cock took me, stretched me, and wrecked me, and he showed no signs of slowing down. His hands reached around my hips to rub my clit and I screamed in pleasure as my back arched and sweat dripped off my body. I breathed hard, exhausted, mindless, insane with need and so close, god, so close to that release.
He went faster, bit my shoulder, spanked my ass harder. I’d have bruises, red marks. I didn’t care. I wanted the wounds, all of them. I wanted him to leave me battered and moaning and broken.