Pressing my back against the locked door, I admire the way he takes up the space. He’s such a big man, at least to me. With muscles that could crush me in half and a height that could rival most men, Theodore Ellis has the appearance of perfection. Not to mention that his eyes could hold you under, drowning you in a fervent sea.
“Get over here,” he orders, stripping his torso of his work shirt.
I follow his command without question, behaving like the good girl I know he loves. When I’m within reach, he swings his arm out, snagging me by the waist and pulling me into his firm chest. “I want you to show me what you were doing before I got here.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, feigning ignorance.
“Get on that bed”—he points—“and show me just how you play with that pussy.”
Steering me toward the frame, Theodore stands with his arms crossed, watching and waiting while I pull the oversized clothes from my body. Seeing nothing underneath but bare skin and a small pair of soaked panties, Theodore sucks his lips into his mouth while a foggy haze of desire coats his gaze.
Right there in front of me, I watch as Theodore transforms from a respectful, well-mannered man into one bewitched by lust. We fucked only mere hours ago, but he’s already starved for more.
The pounding of my heart grows stronger with every unhurried step he takes in my direction. As the distance between us shortens, my breaths come out in rapid pants. It isn’t until Theodore is directly upon me that my breathing ceases entirely.
Tenderly, Theodore takes my chin between two fingers, thumb caressing my bottom lip. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
Swaying, I lean into his touch, hoping for a kiss, when he drops to his knees. That breath I was holding releases in a sigh as his fingers dip underneath the band of my baby-blue panties.
It takes everything in me to remain upright while the delicate cloth glides over my smooth skin. Directly in front of my aching clit, the ghost of his breath sets my core on fire.
“Theodore… please,” I beg, needing his lips on me.
“Behave, pretty girl. I need you quiet.”
Biting my lip, I take his torture in silence. I use his hair as an anchor, sliding my fingers between the wild strands when I feel the first touch of his mouth.
“God…”
“No, baby. It’s just me.”
Helping me step out of my thong, Theodore slides his hands to my ass, kneading the flesh. “Lie down for me.”
Following his command, I break from his grip and stroll to the mattress. His hands ball into fists once I lie back on my bed, eyes glazing over with arousal as I spread my legs. Then, using two fingers, I part my core, giving him a clear view of my wet pussy, before sticking my middle finger in my mouth and rubbing it against my clit.
Throwing my head back, I moan his name, soft enough for only him to hear.And oh, does he. I barely get my finger knuckle deep before he rips my hands away and replaces it with his tongue.
It’s impossible to keep silent then, with his scruff scraping my inner thighs and pussy impaled on his tongue.
Theodore pins my legs to the mattress, keeping me trapped under his hold while I writhe in pleasure. The pressure he applies on my legs is brutal, but I thrive under the pain, loving the marks he leaves behind.
Since Theodore and I started having sex, bruises have appeared all over my body. Finger-sized red and purple dots decorate my skin, but the bites under my breasts and along my ribs are my favorite.
Flinging my legs up over his shoulders, he draws me against his face, nipping on my clit before doing something I’ve never experienced before.
Palming my ass, he lifts me higher, tongue dragging past my pussy, lower and lower.
“I told you, this is mine,” he says, right before claiming my untouched hole with his tongue. At first, I’m tense, uncomfortable with his lips on such a sensitive part of my body, but after a minute, he has me unraveling at the seams.
My hands flail at my sides, searching for something to grab onto to keep me quiet while he devours me. With my moans growing louder, I’m worried my parents will hear and come knocking at my door.
Theodore orders me to stay quiet, but how can I when he’s ravishing me like this?
Unable to be silent, he hovers above me, shoving my discarded panties in my mouth before growling, “Not another sound, pretty girl. I don’t want to have to fuck you with your father standing outside the door.” Kissing my lace-stuffed mouth, he whispers- “I don’t think he likes me much, but he’ll hate me if he catches me with my cock in your tight little cunt.”
His filthy words don’t settle me down. If anything, he only turns me on more.
While above me, Theodore drops his pants. Jerking his length, he rubs the wet tip along my slit, teasing my desperate core until my eyes plead for release.
