“But I have other plans,” he says as he moves his hand down my stomach to the waistband of my shorts. He pauses for a second and says, “If you don’t want to come on my cock tonight, tell me right now, or else, I plan on destroying this pussy.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as my bare chest rises and falls into the night air.
There’s no way I’m stopping him, and he knows it because he doesn’t give me much time to react. He pushes my shorts down, and I kick them to the side right before he props my top leg up into a figure four position, opening me up more.
“Now let me see how wet you are.” His lips skim over my ear, sending chills down my arm as he slips his hand between my legs. His fingers drag along my center and when he feels how drenched I am, he groans in satisfaction. “Such a good fuckinggirl,” he says before bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking on them. “I’ve been craving this pussy all goddamn day. Have you been craving my cock?”
He shifts behind me, pulling down his briefs and pushing them all the way off so his cock is now lined up against my ass.
“Y-yes,” I answer.
“Yes, what?” he asks as his hand floats back up to my breasts where he grips and massages them, letting the air hit my pussy. It turns me on even more.
“Yes, I’ve been craving your cock.”
“Good girl,” he says as he releases my breasts and positions his penis at my entrance. I take a deep breath and then let it out as he pushes inside.
It’s sore at first, but once he’s fully in, all I feel is satisfaction.
“The sounds you made last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about them.” He pumps into me, cupping my breast with one hand while his other now grips my neck. He presses down carefully, making me aware that he has me by the neck, but not too much to scare me. And it only throws fuel to the flame of my arousal. The possession, it’s so sexy. “I’m obsessed with hearing the way you come and feeling the way you squeeze my thick cock.” He pumps again. “I’ve wanted to touch you all goddamn day.” He pinches my nipple and I groan loud enough for him to do it again. “I craved this cunt.” He presses his head against mine. “Fuck, I need more.”
He wraps his arm around my stomach and then rolls us so he’s lying on his back, propped up by a pillow, and I’m lying on top of him, my back to his chest. My top flies open, exposing my breasts and with both hands, he grips my nipples and pinches them as he whispers, “Fuck my cock, Blakely.”
“God,” I groan as I move my hips up and down along his body.
This position, it’s new, it’s different, and it feels so fucking amazing. I’ve noticed quickly that I like him behind me, taking me from behind in any way. This being one of them.
“Fuck, Halsey,” I whisper as I move my hips faster.
“You close, baby?” he asks.
I nod. “Really close.”
“Good.” He kisses the side of my head. “Me too.”
And then he pinches my nipples harder, rolling them and pulling on them, making me so goddamn ready that it only takes a few more pumps of my hips before my stomach bottoms out, my entire body goes numb, and my orgasm hits me so hard that I cry out his name into the dark of the night.
“That greedy fucking cunt,” he says right before his cock swells inside me and he’s coming, wave after wave until his body goes slack and we’re completely sated.
He loops his arm around my waist, holding me still as he stays inside me. He kisses my shoulder, my head, and then he taps my chin, forcing me to turn so he can kiss my lips momentarily.
But even though the kiss is brief, it feels far more intimate than what we just did.
After a few more seconds of making out, he releases me and helps me to the bathroom where we both clean up. When we’re done, he takes me back to the bed, but removes my shirt, and leaves me naked with him. He slips in behind me, spoons me to his chest, and he whispers, “This is where you belong. Don’t fucking forget it.”
Talk about being fucked into a dream-filled slumber.
Okay,so yeah, he told me I belonged in his arms last night. No big deal. But that didn’t prevent me from slipping out of them this morning, taking a shower, and getting ready for work.And I’m still walking funny because Ineededto ride his light post again throughout the night. Who am I?
I might be cock-shocked, but I have things to do today, like give the team my notice and try to figure out an action plan to stop thinking about Halsey’s penis between my legs.
Good luck to me.
After I finish my hair and makeup, which I feel slightly ashamed to say I spend more time on than I normally do, I prepare to leave my room. I convince myself the effort’s because I was feeling glamorous this morning, but deep down, I know it’s because when I walk out of this room, I’m going to see Halsey and I want him to look at me with dark, sinister eyes.
It’s also why I chose the dress that was hanging on the back of my door.
Deep red, it hits me mid-thigh, has sleeves to lend toward the professional side, but with the square neckline, it makes my boobs look amazing. The same boobs Halsey said he could play with for hours. I painted my lips in the same red color, and I paired the outfit with three-inch heels that I know will make my legs look amazing.
