My cheeks reddened.
“No,” I tried to drag out. But his palm struck my ass, and a lustful moan escaped me.
Oops.
“Do you remember what happens when you try to take this pussy away from me?” he asked, the dominance in his voice made me shiver.
I remembered the one time I did and I promised myself I wouldn’t do that because it became a very long night of edging and almost painful to the point of tapping out. I sucked in my lips between my teeth.
“Oh I know you do, I’m going to let this one pass,” he said, as he hiked up my leg to the bed, exposing me to him. “Now, what was that about who would break first?”
I wanted to call it a tie, but he pulled another whimper from me as he placed a kiss on the inside of my upper thigh, teasingly avoiding the spot I wanted him most.
“Tell me you want this, Amelia,” he growled.
“You know I do. Just fuck me already,” I whined.
He dragged his finger softly around my mound before slipping a thick finger inside. It wasn’t enough, not even enough to take the edge off. “Mm, so fucking wet. My dirty girl. Thinking about me?”
I nodded.
“You want me to taste this beautiful cunt?” he asked, sliding and curling his finger.
“Yes, Shooter. Please.” My voice at the point of breaking.
He leaned forward, lapping all the wetness that was dripping. The sight of him devouring me like his favorite meal made me flutter inside. He created the perfect rhythm of his fingers and his tongue, licking me until bringing me to the edge. I was close and he felt that. He kept stretching me with his fingers. “That’s my girl, taking everything I give you.”
My legs started trembling as the pace increased and I had no choice but to hold on to his head, clinging on for life. His beard gave me more sensation and with a final suck of my clit, my body fell into a well of pleasure, like the sun bursting its light. I said Shooter’s name over and over again, and the man never let go.
Everything was sensitive but my body wanted more. He slowed his pace, pulling back to show me his glistened face, hisbeard covered in my release. His tongue swiped over his lips and a “mmm” escaped him. “My favorite. But that was one. I want another one from you.”
In my own haze, I didn’t see him whip off his underwear, as his cock sprung to life. No toy could compare his size, he was perfect for me even though I felt like I couldn’t take him. He dragged me toward him, making me straddle him. He positioned me as I sank down on his cock and both of us groaned.
“Fuck me, you’re perfect.” He moaned as his strong hands palmed my back.
“I want to see all of you,” I said, gripping the fabric of his shirt, he tried to stop me, but I managed to get it off of him. And my eyes found the one thing he was hiding. And tears flowed out of me. “Who.. who did this? What… what happened? Shooter,” My own voice breaking from the pain of the sadness in my chest.
His cock twitched inside me, but it was his hands cupping both sides of my chest. “Peaches, I’m okay. Look at me.”
I shook my head, the thought of losing him already was too much.
I wasn’t dumb and acted like I didn’t know what club life would be like, I dealt with patients that were in worse shape. It’s another thing when it comes to someone you… cared about.
“I’m okay. I promise. It’s a ricochet from what happened this morning.” he told me. “I’m here. Wanting to fuck you, to keep you.”
“You can’t hide something like that from me,River.”
“I’ll try not to.” He brought his lips to mine, melting me into his kiss. It was a kiss sealing a promise. “Now, be a good girl and ride this cock, let me fill this pretty pussy like she wants.”
He peppered kisses along my cheek, catching the stray tears.
With every lustful power I had I did what he asked, what I knew my body craved, I rode him like my own personal toy. His groans gave me the encouragement to keep going until Iexploded and he came. Shooter spanked my ass a few times, bringing me to the edge of pleasurable pain.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I chanted.
“That’s the point, Amelia. You gonna come like a good girl? Come around this cock that you have been thinking about since you left my bed. You want it to fill you up, paint your insides?”
His words were enough to send me over the edge as I couldn’t hold back any more, my body going limp from the overpowering orgasm.
