Lars moans a little. He keeps his thrusts shallow, his cock coming just to the point of making me gag, then pulling back.
“Christ,” he mutters, keeping my head moving steadily. “Pippa, holy fuck. I love watching you. Fuck, I love knowing I’m giving you exactly what you need.”
The whole time, he just bobs my head up and down on his massive cock. He groans and leans back a little, watching my mouth traveling up and down his cock intently. There is so much saliva that it starts to drip down to the base of his dick.
For some reason, that is the thing that flips a switch for me, turning me on. I close my eyes, loving the feel of his slick flesh in my mouth. But before I can really do anything crazy, he stops me.
“Enough,” he grates, pulling me off of his cock. My mouth makes a satisfying pop sound as he pushes me off.
I can’t go far though, because he moves to flip me over onto my knees. He leans down and spreads my legs, pushing my head down. As he strokes my clit from behind, I can feel myself grow wet.
Fuck, with Lars teasing me just like this, I can’t help but give in. He’s dominating me, giving me pleasure while exerting control. And I love it.
I can feel his clever fingers skating over my pussy. I shiver.
He surprises me by pushing his face against my pussy forcefully. He presses his hand on my lower back and puts his mouth to my pussy, his tongue finding my clit without fail.
He circles my swollen clit a few times, then traces his tongue to my aching entrance. He delves inside. I let out a moan, pushing back against his face.
Then he moves again, pushing me down on the bed. I feel him settle against the back of my legs, his big cock nudges my entrance. I moan.
“Yes,” I whisper, closing my eyes.
He thrusts into my pussy without a second’s hesitation, filling me to the hilt, stretching my pussy out in the best way possible. We both make a sound as he drives his cock all the way home.
Lars grips my hips, slamming himself into me, heedless of me. His touch is brutal, the swing of his hips frenzied. I can just barely hang on, riding the waves of pleasure building inside me.
When I come, it’s sudden and unexpected and bright, a burst of magnificent color and melodious sound. Lars is right behind me, groaning his release.
34
Lars
When I wake in the morning, Pippa is still asleep beside me. She faces away from me, scrunched into a ball. Her amazing curls look like nothing so much as a bright fire. I sweep them off her neck, placing a kiss at the place where her collarbone and her neck meet.
She awakens sleepily, yawning and stretching as she rolls over. Then she sees me and her whole face falls. I frown, reaching my hand up and touching her hip.
“What is that about? Don't make that face at me.”
She bites her lip and swallows. “I have to tell you something.” Her eyes fill with tears. “It's serious.”
Propping myself up on my hands, I look at her with mock seriousness. “Okay. I'm ready.”
She wipes away her own tears, shaking her head a little. “Don't joke right now. Please.”
She pins me with that blue gaze of hers. A little wrinkle of worry appears in her forhead, right between her brows.
I push my cheek out with my tongue, exhaling along breath. “You can tell me anything, Pippa.” I catch her hands, squeezing her fingers together. “Don't you know that by now?"
A shudder runs through her. She squeezes my fingers, releasing them. She looks so damn guilty that I don't even know what to say about that.
“A story is going to come out about me in the press. A really bad story.”
I squint at her. “A story about what? Not that it matters. You know I don't care about what's in the press.”
She looks at me, her gaze scanning my face. “I'm afraid to tell you what I have to tell you because I don't want you to stop looking at me the way that you do. I don't want you to stop loving me.”
I frown, reaching out for her. I pull her close, shaking my head. “Just tell me. It can't be that bad, whatever it is.”
A fresh round of tears fills her eyes and she wipes at her face, not stopping them in the