He has grasped my cheeks and grabbed my neck and he’s arranged me in a way that will make him go deeper into my mouth.
That will make him eat at it and plunder it and violate it in the best, most glorious way possible. And he’s doing all of that.
He’s sucking on my mouth, tugging at the meaty flesh, biting at it, like he’s been waiting to bite me for a long time now.
Like he’s been so hot for me and his fire has burned so deep and so high and now he’s purging it all.
Transferring it to me, and I take it happily.
I take it with gusto.
I even open my mouth so he can pour it inside me, push his tongue in. The tongue that’s been driving me fucking crazy these past weeks. Because it makes his mouth so shiny and seductive when he does his lip-lick thing.
And tonight, I get to kiss that mouth.
I get to kiss my Arrow. I get to tug at his hair and pull him down on me. I get to moan inside his mouth and taste him with my tongue.
He tastes like fire, hot and tangy. Spicy.
I get to play with the silver chain around his neck and thrust my tits in his hard, hard chest. I get to rub them against his arched pecs and I get to rock against his stomach as well.
I get to hump it and that only drives him crazier.
That only causes his thumbs to dig on the pulse at my neck and his fingers to fist my hair and his mouth to turn up the intensity and the heat.
And before I know it, I’m moaning and rocking against him.
I’m taking something else from him too. Something more.
I’m so bad and greedy and spoiled that I’m taking an orgasm from him, as well. And it’s not as if he minds it. No, not at all. In fact, he drives me to it. He urges me on with his teeth and his growls, and when that’s not enough I feel him shift.
I feel him bending his knees slightly and still kissing me, I feel him letting go of my face and making for my ass.
He grabs the cheeks of my butt in his large, possessive hands and in a move that is so fucking sexy and arousing, he seats me on his powerful thigh. As soon as that place between my legs – that wet, hot and pulsing place – connects with his muscular limb, we both groan.
His chest shudders and so does his stomach. As if he can feel my wetness seeping through my pants and my measly thong and he likes that.
He likes making a throne for me to sit on. A throne for my bratty, bad girl pussy that pouts for him.
He also likes when I move on the throne he made for me.
I move and rock and shift. I drag my core up and down, chasing the delicious friction. I dance my hips in a figure eight while I knead his shoulders.
While he kisses me and kisses me, his mouth all wet and hot and soft, the complete opposite of his fingers on my ass.
They’re tight and furious as they jiggle my flesh and flex it. He even delivers a tight slap to it, sharp and stinging, as he moves me like I’m his puppet, his fuck doll.
His fuck doll drowning in vintage leather.
As soon as I think that, I’m there.
He’s taken me there. He’s given me my first orgasm with him.
My sun. My Arrow.
The moan I let out is so, so loud and thick that Arrow takes a bite out of that too. He presses our mouths together hard and fast and eats it up. I even feel him gulp it down, his Adam’s apple jerking with the swallow.
But I can’t be sure because I’m breaking into a million pieces, twisting and writhing in his arms, all restless and sweaty and slippery, and he’s still kissing me.
Although his kisses are softer now. They are sleepy and lazy and misty.
Drowsy.
Just like I am, and I would’ve lost my balance and fallen to the ground at his feet if he wasn’t holding me.
If he wasn’t clutching me tight to his heaving chest while winding my thighs around his hips again, making me hold on to him like a spider monkey.
I burrow my nose in his sweet smelling, sun-struck hair. “Thank you.”
He rubs his chin on the top of my head, remaining silent.
“For breaking your rule for me,” I continue.
He hums. “Maybe you’re rubbing off on me.”
I kiss his shoulder. “So I’m your rebound girl now?”
He flexes his grip and almost smashes me to his chest and I love that.
I love him.
“No.” Before I can protest, he continues, “I’m not going to use you to get over your sister. Even I’m not that much of an asshole. Besides, you don’t have what I’m looking for in a rebound girl anyway.”