Blakely
Spinning me, my face against the door, my backside pressed to his boner, and his taut chest to my back. He cups my pussy, and palms my left breast in his other hand. “Say it again, I dare you?”
I curve my back, pushing my ass farther against him, feeling his cock jerk against his confines. “I want you to fuck me.” The suctions he performed on my clit a few days ago still tickle me when I think about him.
His teeth sink into a spot on my neck, savagely nipping it.
“Mmm,” I softly moan when his teeth graze me across the neck and find another spot to mark.
He tugs at the barbell piercing my nipple between his fingers parallel to rubbing my pussy over my clothes.
This thrilling combination heightens the desire that pools low in my core and sets my body ablaze.
Drawing a line to my ear with his tongue, he licks and sucks my earlobe, giving it a little bite before he moves to the other side and does exactly the same. “You remember your safe word?” he whispers in my ear.
“Yes…” I take a shaky breath. “It’s Grinch.”
“Good. Or tap twice—”
“Anywhere on your body,” I finish his sentence fast, needing to feel his mouth against my skin again.
Nibbling my sensitive flesh once more, he rolls his tongue over the bruise he created.
Time stops around me, the beating of my heart echoing in my ears along with the sounds his mouth creates against my skin. My delicate moans resonate as the pleasure jolts through my body, rippling in pleasant currents and arousing me.
He spins me to face him again by my pussy, and my back clashes with the harsh wooden door while his fingers glide along my slit, feeling the wetness that sticks to my sweats.
My clit pulses rapidly when I watch him unzipping his jeans.
He takes my hand with his and slides us underneath the waistband of his boxers. My eyes are glued to his. I don’t need to look down and see his size, I feel the weight of him in my hand, the thickness of him inside my palm, and the veins tickle my fingers as I curl them around him. I stroke him twice and he groans. It’s a needy groan but also angry. His face darkens, and his lips hover above mine, nostrils flare while the muscle in his jaw rolls.
We both stay silent, letting the charged energy wire us both. He strokes himself slowly, relieving some of the pressure with my hand, and we move in unison, rubbing his cock over and over again.
He fans my face with his hot breaths, pulling down hissweats enough for his throbbing cock to bounce out. Fully erect and long.
My eyes grow heavy, underwear soaked, I lick my lips when our eyes meet again. Locked and loaded.
My fingers are coated with beads of his precum, I dart my tongue out and swipe it along my tongue in one motion, swallowing him down my throat.
He strips me with his eyes and then starts to disrobe my clothes and chuck them on the floor. Giving my heavy breasts a firm squeeze, he withdraws. On the last piece of fabric that separates him from viewing me naked, he tucks his finger under the waistband of my underwear, grazing it against my pussy slowly. With a fast tug, he pulls it down, crouching as it reaches down—pool at my feet.
He tosses my shoes aside, kissing my knees one by one and urging me to lift my legs as he removes the underwear and chucks it onto the pile.
Rising back up, “Beg for it,” he orders with a wicked grin.
“Make me.”
Nonchalantly, he pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, tucks one between his lips, and lights it.
Everything he does is in fucking slow motion.
My tongue traces the shape of my lower lips before my teeth bite it.
This is torture.
I fixate on his full lips, drawing a pull as he blows a cloud of smoke that covers my breasts. I enjoy the warmth of his breath mixed with the smoke on my skin and my nipplespucker up as he does it a second time—intentionally.
The ache they bear is insufferable. I want him to use my barbell and pinch my other nipple yet I do it myself and moan, pretending it’s his hands running all over me in my head.
