“You like that, Gwen? Fuck I know you do, sweetheart. But how about when I do this?” he asks as he enters two fingers inside my swollen flesh. I instantly clench down around him, and he moans. My mouth falls open, I lean into him, desperate for his kiss, but again he denies me.
My eyes want to close, to allow myself to get lost in the sensation between my legs, but I force them to remain open as he fingers me harder, then forces a third finger inside me, making me lose my damn mind. My arms and legs grow weak. He braces his free arm behind my waist, holding me up as he continues his assault.
Slowly, he pulls his fingers free and brings them to his mouth. Licking each one, he groans in such a sexy way it makes my center throb, my knees buckle, and my eyes threaten to shut again.
“So damn good,” he growls. “But that taste was only a fucking tease.” He lowers himself to the floor, and lifts my dress. Over my rapid breathing, I hear his sharp intake of breath as he takes in the sight of my glistening sex.
“You won’t be needing these,” he says.
Before I can respond, he rips my panties right off my body.
His warm tongue slowly parts my velvet lips. He licks his way back up to the top of my core, sucking my clit in his mouth, making me purr with ecstasy. He smiles against my sex before he backs away and blows on the area he was just torturing.
“God, Gwen, I dreamed of being back between your thighs so many damn nights, now that I’m here,” he says, slowly entering a finger inside me. “I’m not stopping until I’m fucking fully satisfied.”
His mouth finds my clit, and he sucks down hard as he enters a finger back in my throbbing center. I gasp from the sensation, grip his hair, and ride his face. My knees buckle, and he throws one of my thighs over his shoulder, gaining him better access to make me fall apart in his arms.
Removing his fingers, he licks from my center to my clit three times before sticking his tongue deep inside my pussy. His fingers find my clit and rub me quickly toward climax. I hold on tight to his hair, the back of the couch, anything that will keep me grounded and not falling over the edge. Seconds away from exploding- he suddenly stops. A low chuckle escapes his lips as he comes to his feet.
“Not yet, Gwen,” he whispers. “I want to be inside you when you cum, sweetheart. I want to feel you clench down around me while I take you. While I claim you. While I make you understand, you’re mine, and no one can fuck you like I can.”
Before I can respond, he spins me around and pushes me down over the back of the couch. With my ass in the air, he spanks me hard and grabs my hips.
“God, I’ve missed this ass,” he hisses before I faintly hear a rip of foil.
“You just take what you want, don’t you?” I tease, pushing myself back against him.
He laughs before a groan escapes his lips as my wetness rubs against his throbbing cock.
“I do take what I want, sweetheart,” he grabs my hips possessively, “and right now, I want to give you want you need and fuck you into submission.”
He positions himself at my opening and pauses for a moment. I look back over my shoulder at him.
“Are you ready for me, Gwen?” he asks, knowing damn well his question carries more than just sex. It carries the past, the present, and a future we are both unsure of.
“Quit talking, Roberts, and give me what I want,” I demand.
His face breaks out in his signature sexy smirk as one of his hands comes up and wraps around my hair. Slowly, he pulls me back towards him.
“It would be my damn pleasure, sweetheart.”
In one quick thrust, he enters me violently, making me scream out. I struggle to turn my head back around, but he keeps my hair pulled back and my eyes locked on his. The fullness I feel, and his hand tugging my head back, makes me want only one thing - more.
My pussy clenches around him as he pulls back and thrusts deeper inside me.
Releasing my hair, his hands viciously pull my top down around my waist. Taking a nipple in between his fingers, he rubs it lightly before pinching down sharply. I release a moan as his hard cock repeatedly thrusts in and out of my slick sex, and my wetness drips down my thighs. Palming one of my breasts, his free hand skims down my stomach. He rubs my clit harshly, perfectly, making me buck back against him, demanding more.
Kissing my back, he smiles and says, “You like that. Fuck, how I know you like that, Gwen. No one knows how to fuck you like I do.”
Suddenly, he pulls out, leaving me empty and breathless. Panting, he spins me around to face him.
“Tell me,” he demands. “Say it. I want to hear you admit it. That you’ve needed me to fuck you as much as I needed to be inside you.”
Usually, I would protest. Normally, I would tell him to go to hell. But right now, all I want is him. So I cave and tell him the truth. A truth that holds more weight than either of us knows.
“I’ve needed you my whole damn life, Rex Roberts.” His jaw ticks as his eyes study mine, desperately wanting to know if I am telling the truth. “I can’t stop thinking about you. About this,” I say, grabbing his length and stroking him hard.
His eyes roll, he releases a deep groan. He grabs my neck, forcing my lips against his own. I taste myself there, and it fuels me. Like a fiend, I push him back against the wall behind us, and stroke his hard cock greedily.
