Chapter 7
A Hot Mush
Hillary Beck
Icouldn’t deny my desires anymore. I couldn’t fight my feelings anymore. After years of being hurt and abused and broken, I knew I had met my soulmate. I had denied it all for such a long time, too afraid of letting down the walls I had erected around my heart. But now, I couldn’t fight it any longer. I had to admit it; he was mine, and I was his. We were meant to be with each other. My heart had belonged to him for a while now, and despite all that had happened, his heart was mine.
His lips melded against mine as his hands fumbled with the lock on the door of his house. The keys jingled and finally the door opened and we both stumbled inside, still wrapped up in each other’s arms. His lips were kissing me hungrily, with an urgency. He kissed me like a man starved for affection. Like a man who was scared that if he pulled away, he would find out it was all just a dream. He kissed me like a man clinging to a fantasy, afraid to open his eyes and find it all gone.
“Gale,” I whispered, pulling away. “I am here. I am yours. I am not leaving.”
He looked into my eyes, and I could see his soul in their depths, mirroring the emotions that I felt. His lips mashed against mine again, and he kissed me passionately. His fingers traced down my body, leaving behind a trail of burning sensations wherever he touched. He pressed me against the wall as I wrapped my legs around him, my body desperate to feel him within me. It had been such a long time since we had let our desires run free, unbridled, and unridden by our past. It felt like a sensational gift to finally give in to these desires.
His lips searched for my skin as he started to lay small, gentle butterfly kisses over my neck. I moaned, my hand gripping his hair gently as my body filled with an aching need. His hungry lips trailed lower as his hands groped my ass and traced my thighs. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, feeling his hardness pressing against me as he continued to kiss me.
“I want you,” I gasped, looking into his eyes. “I want you so badly.”
I was dripping wet by now, my juices soaking into the cloth of my jeans.
I pushed him away, sliding off his hard body, and kneeling down in front of him. I looked into his eyes, a smile resting on my lips as I slowly unzipped his pants.
“Hillary—” he gasped, as I continued to look into his eyes. I stuck my tongue out, licking my upper lip seductively as I slipped my shirt off and threw it on the floor. I kneeled there, looking up at him with my breasts on full display and a mischievous grin on my face. He was so hard by now, and as I reached out to touch him, I marveled at how thick and rigid he was. He was dripping with desire, his cock already pulsating and spasming. As I held him, he moaned, his eyes closing as my warm hands started to stroke him slowly.
But I had other plans for him, and I leaned down and took him in my mouth, a soft groan escaping him as my wet mouth enveloped his cock. I sucked him as his hands reached down to grab my hair, guiding his cock deeper and deeper in. I coughed, choking on his length, but then slowly relaxed my throat and took him in as far as was comfortable. I slobbered over him, covering him in my spit as I sucked the life out of him.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Hills, what are you doing to me?”
I smile, choosing not to reply, and let my tongue do the talking. I licked his wide cock, laying tiny kisses on his shaft, licking the head with my tongue, teasing him as best as I could.
“Fuck,” he said. “You are being such a cock tease.”
“I guess I am,” I said, looking up into his eyes. “What you gonna do about it?”
I took him back in my mouth, sucking harder. My hand cupped his balls, and he groaned again. I had never felt so powerful before, so much in control. I knew I was teasing him, and I knew he would soon lose his patience and I was waiting for it. I was waiting for him to take charge, make me his and punish me for what I had done.
“Damn!” he said. “You are killing me!”
I pulled him out of my mouth again. Lightly teasing the shaft of his cock with my fingers, small sensual traces that made him pulsate with desire for more.
“Hillary,” he said, looking into my eyes. “Stop teasing.”
“Make me,” I said, grinning at him before taking his cock in my mouth and swishing my tongue around the head every time I pulled out. He held the back of my head, guiding his cock into my mouth and groaning with disappointment every time I pulled away.
When I pulled away for the tenth time, just to lick his shaft and kiss the tip of his head, he’d finally had enough.
“That’s it,” he growled. “You are being such a slut, I guess I will have to treat you like one. You have tested my patience long enough. It’s time I make you mine.”
Hearing him say those words sent a thrill through my body. As he picked me up and bent me over the bed, yanking off my jeans and panties, more juices dripped down my thighs. I was aching with the need for release. He bent me over on all fours, spanking my ass and saying, “You deserve to be punished for being such a slut. You deserve to be punished for being a tease.”
His hand groped my ass between each spank, and instead of feeling pain, I just felt deeper arousal. I was throbbing with need by now, and I wanted nothing more than for him to take me. His fingers entered my sopping wet pussy, and as he fingered me, he spanked me with his other hand.
“Is your punishment turning you on?” he asked me.
“Oh, God. Yes,” I moaned, and I thought I heard him chuckle.
“Guess I have no choice but to take you then,” he said softly.
“Yes!” I shouted. “Yes! Yes!”
With that he thrust into me, his hard, thick cock penetrating me and I moaned, stretched to my limits.
“Are you sure, Hills?” he asked softly.
“I am sure,” I whispered. This was all I wanted, now and forever.
