I don’t know why my mouth is running but I’m too fucking wasted to stop it.
He shrugs and sits down on the couch with me, moving me until I’m draped over his lap and his hands are tangled into my hair.
I try not to fucking purr.
“If you don’t want me here then I’ll go out and sit on my hog all night, watch the place and make sure you’re safe. I’m not letting you outta my sight again, sweetness. If that means I’m outside watching the house while you sleep, then so be it.”
He sips the beer and stares up at the cracks again.
I need a TV to distract him from that shit. “Is this because you’re ‘struck?”
He shrugs. “I don’t care why, I’m just letting you know how it’s gonna be.”
I lie there while he finishes the beer, enjoying the feel of his hands in my hair and the hard muscle of his thigh under my head. “What if I want you to stay? What if I want you to sleep on this couch with me?”
He drains the last of the beer and sets it down on the floor. “You don’t have to ask, Angel. I’m staying.”
I don’t feel all that drunk anymore, just really fucking horny. I never did get the promise of his homecoming, to be able to wear those pretty little panties for him, and when I sit up and climb into his lap I almost feel ashamed of the state I’m in.
He’s only ever seen me dressed up… or beat up, I guess.
“I bought some new panties for you, and a corset to go with it. Lemme go get changed.”
His hands clamp down over my hips and keep me still, his own hips surging up from the couch to grind against my pussy. “Next time. You’re perfect where you are.”
His eyes are hot when they take in my face, a scowl taking over him when he sees the busted lip. I lean forward to kiss him but he’s gentle with me, treating me like I’m breakable.
It’s jarring.
I want him desperate for me, the same way I am for him, and my brain is all types of messed up because I whimper into the kiss. “Please don’t give me up. Please don’t stop wanting me.”
His hand reaches up to fist in my hair again, tugging tight and holding my lips to his. “I told you. You’re mine, just because I’m not hurting you doesn’t mean I don’t want you just as fucking bad as I always have. Take your pants off, sweetness. Panties too, I want that pussy riding my cock like you ride the pole.”
I scramble off of him, his hands never leaving my hips and keeping me steady as I shove my pants down my legs and climb back onto his lap, my pussy bare and already wet for him.
He kisses me as two of his fingers stroke over my pussy lovingly, slowly sinking inside me like he’s savoring the feel of my body clenching around him.
I pull the sweatshirt over my head and tear my bra off, leaning over to kiss down his jaw to his neck. I’ve never explored someone’s body like this, I’ve never wanted to, but there’s something so fucking perfect about licking and sucking and biting my way down to where his shirt and cut cover the rest of his skin from me.
He’s still fully clothed.
I pout and he chuckles at me, hooking his fingers inside me until my pussy weeps for his cock to fill me up. I reach down between our bodies to unzip his jeans and stroke his cock, already hard and pulsing for me. He shifts around a little and pulls a condom out of his pocket with his free hand, all while the other is still pumping inside me until my legs shake.
He tears the packet open with his teeth, his hand covering mine and together we roll the condom on. It has no business being that hot but, fuck, by the time he’s covered I’m fucking panting for him.
No flinching here.
Tomi’s fingers slip out and he pulls my hips closer. “Hurry up, Angel, before I fuck you on the floor. I don’t want to hurt you but a man has limits and you’re pushing mine.”
I raise up on my knees before sinking down on his cock, groaning at the stretch of taking him like this. It takes me a second to get the hang of how