Breaking Beast (Pounding Hearts 4)

Christy likes to fight me when we fuck. I have no clue why, but last night it was like we were going at it in the cage. It was one of the sexiest fucking things I have ever felt, so me going down on her should be just as fucking good.

Kissing around her belly button, I let my tongue dip in it a couple of times before I slowly work my way down towards her abdomen. She gasps when I hit the fleshy dip between her mound and her hip bone.

“Wha… What are you doing?”

Looking up, I smirk at her. “Making sure you know you’re mine now.”

Putting my lips down on the small patch of hair above her mound, I give it a small kiss. She gasps again but this time she sounds like she’s shocked.

“Are you going to?”

Nodding my head, I dart my tongue down between her lips and brush it against her sensitive little clit. Her hips buck up hard.

Fuck, she almost broke my nose. This is going to be a wild ride.

Putting my arms under her legs, I reach around them to take a good hold of her hips.

Looking up, past her mons, I see her wide blue eyes staring down at me. Staring into those blue eyes, I move down and lick between her folds. My tongue drags up from the bottom of her slit to swipe right across her clit.

“Fuck,” she groans out, and her eyes roll back into her head. She falls back on the bed and her fingers grip my hair.

Yep, this is gonna be good. Licking again, I pull each fold of her beautiful pussy into my mouth, suckling on them.

At first, she is pretty damn coherent with her words—telling me how good it feels and all that. Coherent until I switch from long hard swipes of her pussy to sucking in that little clit.

Each time I suck it in, I flick my tongue against it. She’s becoming so wet now, and her little pussy is fucking mouthwatering.

I’m enjoying this way too fucking much. I just can’t seem to get enough of her. One taste is never going to be enough.

Fuck, I am so hooked.

Her hips roll as I bring her from one peak to the next. She tries to fight me, tries to fight all the little orgasms I push her through but I don’t let her get away. I’m proving a fucking point here.

She’s going to come, and she’s going to like it, dammit.

Her legs wrap around my head and she squeezes them tight.

Fuck.

Releasing her hips, I have to pry her thighs open so I can breathe.

All that thrashing and bucking… I don’t think I have ever been with a woman who was as responsive as she is. No matter what I did, she was like putty in my hands.

When she trusts that I won’t be continuing, she pants at me. “Oh my god… You wouldn’t stop… You… You forced me throu…”

Chuckling, I crawl up beside her and pull her tight into my arms. “I told you I was going to make you mine. You’re lucky you have to work today.”

She twitches in my arms for a few minutes and catches her breath. “What time is it?”

Grabbing my phone, I bring it up to her eyes and laugh when she says, “Holy shit! Do we have enough time to shower and eat breakfast?”

I nod my head. “Yeah, as long as only you shower.”

“Huh?”

“Well, I wanted to join you, but if I do, you’ll be really late.”

“In the shower? Really?”

This must all be pretty new to her. “Yep.”

I kiss her hard on the mouth before I let her go. “Time to get a move on. You jump in the shower and I’ll go get breakfast ready.”

Wrapping my sheet around her chest like a dress, she looks back at me. Staring at me with intense eyes, she asks, “You said I was yours last night and again today… Why?”

“I thought it was obvious,” I answer.

“What is?”

“Christy, I just claimed the fuck out of you. There is no way I am going to let you get away from me.”

Again with the intense staring. I don’t know what is going on behind those eyes and just as I’m about to ask she nods her head. “Yeah, well, that goes both ways, Old Man. You’re my bitch now.”

It takes me a moment to comprehend what she just said, and when I do she’s already running to the bathroom, naked as can be. Her giggling follows her out into the hallway.

The sheet she dropped from her chest trips me up and it’s the only reason I don’t take a swipe at her pert ass cheek with my hand.

* * *

We’re sitting again in front of the shitty ass burger joint she works at, not talking, just staring at the building. It’s almost time for her to go in and she has yet to put on her beanie cap with the propeller.