Blyssfully Undone (The Blyss Trilogy 3)

“Do you want my dick, baby?” I ask, giving her permission to speak.

A whoosh of air leaves her lungs as she frantically breathes, “Oh, God, Nick, you feel so good. Yes…I need you.”

“Do you now?” I tease. “How do you want it?”

“Please,” she begs, lifting that sexy pussy in the air, searching for my cock. “Hard and fast.”

“That’s it, baby. Show me what you want,” I rasp as I sit up and grab ahold of my dick. I use the tip of my cock to dip into her slick sex, and then I spread her juices back over her clit, rubbing myself back and forth, asking, “Is this what you want?”

Writhing her mound against my dick, she struggles, trying to get me to slip into her wet and waiting entrance. “Yes, Sir. I need your cock inside me now.”

Her words have me lunging forward, and I watch myself disappear into the depths of her warm pussy in one quick stroke. She lets out a strangled cry as I bury myself deep into her soul. When I pull out and see my dick lathered in her creamy juices, creating a high sheen, I groan and pound back into her hard and fast.

I grasp the underside of her ass, holding her hips up to meet my cock thrust for thrust. I watch myself disappear into her tight opening over and over again. Her cries spur me on, making me pump faster and harder. Her pussy clenches around my length with an ungodly amount of strength, her silky muscles creating a suction that screws up my rhythm as she sucks me back in.

“Fuck.” I stop moving and squeeze her ass, holding her hips still while I try to regain my composure.

“Nick,” she gasps, out of breath. “Don’t stop.” She squirms her fine little ass as I hold the weight of it in my hands, and I squeeze her flesh harder, willing her to hold still. I watch her lick those plump lips of hers as she pants for air. “Kiss me, Nick, please. I want to feel your hard body on top of mine.”

“Hold still, babe,” I choke out. “I’m not going to last if you keep that up. Give me a sec.”

I close my eyes and throw my head back, trying to focus on my breathing. Once I’m back in control of myself, I let go of her hips, giving in to her request. Gripping the edges of the desk on either side of her, I lay myself over her body.

I begin to pump and roll my hips into her while taking her mouth in a passionate kiss.

“Oh, God…yes!” she gasps. “Please, don’t stop.”

I make sure to grind my pelvis over her clit each time I power into her, stretching and filling her with my fullness. It’s been too long; I’m not going to make it. The familiar tingling grabs hold low in my groin, and I pray to God she’s close.

“Come for me, baby,” I demand, and in a few more strokes, I feel her legs begin to quake and her kisses grow sloppy. “That’s it; let go.”

She breaks away from my lips and throws her head back, screaming out her release. I grit my teeth and growl as I come deep inside her at the same time, her pussy milking every last drop from me.

“Fuck.” I work to catch my breath, keeping my eyes closed as I savor the last of my spasms. Damn, this feels so good. A fine sheen of sweat coats my body, my heartbeat still fighting to return to normal. I look down and shake my head, wondering how long I have to do this. I frown at the mess I’ve made. Weeks’ worth of pent up semen coats my fingers and cock. I glance to the monitor screen and find Julianna in the library, snuggled underneath a blanket taking an afternoon nap. I’m sick of just fantasizing about her initiating the first move. I don’t know how much longer I can keep from fucking her.

Jules

A few days ago, I became an empty vessel, hungry, looking for an emotion to devour. I can tell I’m on the fast track to being the world’s number one, Grade-A, fucked-up psychopath. Since my consciousness has been obliterated, I find myself having morphed into a dark, twisted, and disturbed soul. I’m ensconced in darkness, becoming one with it. As hard as it was to kill Nick’s man in cold blood, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt I have the strength and will to do it again.

I’ve been taking Blyss twice a day without fail. Nick sees to that personally, and in all actuality, I’ve come to embrace it. I believe this drug has become a blessing in disguise. Within a few short days, it has allowed me to swallow the bitter pill of my circumstances, and give me the strength I need to endure them. It’s futile to fight against the drugs anymore; everything in my life previous to Blyss has been in vain anyway. Amazingly, Jared was right. It does have a lot of feel-good properties to it, allowing me to push past the pain and tortured soul I’m living with, and actually smile some.