Between Now and Heartbreak - Dylan Allen Page 0,90
again and I know what she wants.
She’s missed falling asleep on my cock. I’ve missed waking up and feasting on her before she has to roll out of bed and get to work.
Normally, I would give her what she wants without her having to ask. But not tonight. Not when I’m going to hand her to another man after I’ve fucked her. Then watch them together while I pretend it’s not fucking killing me.
No.
If she wants me to remind her who she belongs to, she’s going to have to ask.
“What?” I breathe into her ear.
“You know…” she says.
“No, I don’t. Tell me.” I breathe and she sinks her little white teeth into the lush flesh of her lips and my hands go instinctively to her hips. I squeeze and grind my rock hard erection into her tight split of her ass.
She reaches around and unbuckles my belt.
She turns so she’s facing me and pulls my pants down.
I close my eyes again. I can’t look at her, I will fucking forget myself.
If I look at her, I will fuck her and I don’t have a condom and I swore I’d never do that again.
But my baby’s eyes on mine will make me take what I need without thinking about what it will mean in the morning.
Her hand is warm and soft and I rut into it like I want to rut into her.
“Open your eyes,” she implores me.
“No.” I grunt when she rubs her thumb over the head and spreads the slick drop of precum.
I drop my forehead onto her shoulder and try to catch my labored breath. I am on the edge of restraint. My fingers dig into her hips and I then slide to cup her ass through her dress.
She drops to her knees so suddenly that I feel her wet tongue before I even realize what she’s doing.
My knees buckle. She hasn’t done this to me before.
I open my eyes then and look down. She’s looking up at me, her eyes ensnaring me…and I’m so fucked.
Her eyes become heavy and she moans around my dick. I grunt from the vibration. She has a hand between her legs. The sight of her is almost enough to send me over and I pull out of her mouth, yank her to standing, shove her dress up over her hips and find her completely bare from the waist down.
I don’t think.
I don’t wait.
I just let my dick find its way home and then push into her hot, wet, soft, sweet cunt paradise until I can’t go any further. I rest her ass on the edge of the vanity and press my palms to the mirror.
And then, I start to fuck her.
Hard, deep, claiming thrusts.
It’s always like this, our bodies pressed tight, her arms holding on to me like I’m the only thing standing between her and falling to her death. Her face is pressed into my neck, my lips are clamped onto her shoulder sucking as hard as I dare.
I thrust, hard, deep.
She cries out and shudders and then her pussy clamps down on my cock and I’m off. I come in a flurry of thrusts and moans and groans as I spill into her.
Raw.
The realization hits me like a cold blast of wind.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I’m still panting, but I’m looking at myself in the mirror. Looking at us in the mirror.
Her dress is twisted and wrinkled.
Her wig is askew
Her skin is flushed and we’re both sweaty.
She’s silent but for the ragged drags of breath she’s taking.
I lean back, prepared to apologize, expecting her to look horrified.
Instead, I find her smiling, a deliciously sated slant to her mouth. “Now, let’s get tonight over with.”
I’m across the room when I see him eating his steak like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
I want to ruin his night.
I throw caution to the wind and walk over.
I slide into the vacant chair next to him and enjoy the look of panic that crosses his expression as he takes me in. He’s just stuffed his stupid mouth full of a bite of meat and he chews furiously before he can speak around it in his mouth.
“What do you want?” He chokes out around his mouthful of food.
I look at him in disgust.
“You’re a real shit sack. It must be terrible to have to blackmail a girl into being with you.”
He chokes on the steak he swallowed and grabs his water and takes big gulps until he can speak again.