I should stop this. I should push him off, but I can’t. I know he told me to stay away, but he came to me. He chose to make this happen tonight.
Who am I to argue? I know we can’t keep going on like this, but tonight I’ll give him what he wants. I’ll let this happen because it’s what I want.
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
I had to see her. I had to fucking touch her, taste her. I lost almost one thousand pounds on the poker game last night because I was so unfocused. I’d gone to bed angry and horny, hoping to sleep off at the very least, my anger. But the moment I closed my eyes I saw her, I fucking dreamt about her. I relieved the prospect this morning hoping that just watching her would be enough. But I knew it wouldn’t be. I knew I’d need more.
Being here isn’t a smart move, I know I’m tempting trouble. But I just need another night. Another chance to get her out of my system.
My eyes roam over her body, and I lick my lips. I’m desperate to feel her under me again. Desperate to feel her lose control, to watch her come apart by my tongue, and by my dick. I take another sip of the wine, it’s not really my thing, I prefer beer or spirits, but it will do. I slide her right to the edge of the counter and lean over he. I tap her bottom lip and she opens her mouth, knowing exactly what I want.
My mouth an inch from hers, I slowly spit the wine into her mouth, letting some of it spill over her chin. She swallows and then licks the drips from her bottom lip, giving me a look that lets me know she wants more. Reaching down, I run my tongueup her chin and then over her lips. She lets out the smallest of groans, and I feel her leg curl around mine.
The tips of my fingers run down her chest and stomach before curling inside the waistband of her leggings, I slowly slide them down her legs making sure I take her underwear with them.
I smile to myself as I separate the items of clothing and tuck her black lace knickers into the back pocket of my jeans before dropping her leggings on the floor at my feet.
I gently run my hands up her legs, stopping at the top of her thigh, my thumbs rubbing back and forth about an inch from her centre.
Her skin is so fucking soft. I need to feel it against mine.
Her body visibly shivers under my touch, and I smirk, loving the fact I garner that sort of reaction from a simple touch.
I place a hand on the lower part of her stomach, holding her place before pushing two fingers into her already soaked pussy, she inhales a sharp breath and arches her back. My fingers pump in and out of her pussy, my thumb rubbing over her clit.
My eyes focus on her face watching every small reaction. She licks her lips before her teeth nip at her bottom one. I slide another finger into her pussy, and she lets out a small moan as her muscles tighten and her legs begin to close.
She reaches down gripping at my wrist, her other hand gripping the edge of the counter, her knuckles turning white with the force.
I smile as her breath catches in her throat and the walls of her pussy tighten around my fingers as her orgasm begins to build. I increase the speed of my fingers, adding further pressure, as I lean forward, running my hand up her body stopping at her throat, before squeezing.
Her eyes lock on mine as I curl my fingers inside of her, she swallows as she struggles to breathe and then her body erupts as I hit her G-spot.
My mouth meets hers, her lips already parted allowing me access. I slip my tongue into her mouth, and roll it around her mouth, running it over her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She moves her hands to my sides, and I feel her nails digging into my skin. The pain makes me smile around her lips.
As her orgasm begins to fade, I slip my fingers out of her and place them in my mouth. She licks her lips, her eyes alight with desire as she watches me suck her cum from them. I can’t wait any longer, I quickly unbuckle my belt and shake my jeans down my legs, toeing off my boots and kicking the jeans over my feet.
I slide her from the counter and slam my lips to hers once again.
Our kiss is frenzied, our teeth clash, and I bite her bottom lip before pulling away and spinning her, pushing her front down onto the counter. She turns her head placing her cheek on the counter. Her eyes find mine and I watch her for just a second, gauging her reaction.
The only thing I see from her is need. Want. Desire. Not wasting another second, I kick her legs apart and slam my cock into her dripping cunt. I place my hand on the back of her neck holding her in place, my other hand on her hip, my grip biting as I slide my cock out to the tip and then slam back into her.
She cries out, a little from pleasure, but I hear it, there’s a cry of pain. It doesn’t stop me though; it only spurs me on.
I thrust in and out of her, again, and again. My hearts races, and my body breaks out in beads of sweat.
I can feel my orgasm building and I don’t know how long I can hold out for. I lean forward, my lips millimetres from her ear. “You want me to stop?” I whisper.
She does her best to give her head a small shake and I smile. I nip at her ear, and she lets out a small squeak. I slide my cock almost all the way out, and then slam back into her so hard she scrunches her eyes up, biting her lip in pain.
“You like it a little rough baby? You like me hurting you?”
She sucks in several small breaths. “Yes,” she tells me in a whispered cry.
That’s all it takes to push me over that edge.
