The Butcher of the Bay Part II - J. Bree Page 0,58
no way I can stop myself from orgasming the second he touches my most sensitive flesh. I don’t want to disappoint him so I shake my head, ducking my eyes down to stare at his cock, still hard and flushed laying against his belly.
I want him inside me so badly my pussy is weeping.
“Okay, baby girl. I’ve got you.”
His fingers dip down into my pussy, careful not to touch my clit, and he wets them all, one after the other. Then I watch as he uses my juices to jerk off, his cock never really getting the chance to soften. I’m mesmerized by the sight, the smells of our arousals heavy in the air, and I groan as I bite my lip. I’m desperate to taste him again, to taste myself on him.
“Fucking perfect, baby girl. Get up here and ride me, squeeze that perfect pussy around me tight.”
He pauses long enough to slide on a condom, then he lifts me as though I weight nothing and helps me to straddle his hips. I’m not a small woman, curved from head to toe, but he makes me feel tiny and delicate. My skin flushes with pleasure as I guide his cock to my pussy, sliding him inside in one smooth stroke. He groans like he’s taken a hit and I grin, loving every second of his hands on my body and the power I have over him in this position.
My hips begin to move and I’m too far gone to last long, my legs shaking as I come and a gasp rips out of my chest as he grips my hips in both hands, holding me in place as he pumps into me.
As soon as my eyes flutter open again he grunts at me, “Touch yourself. Lemme watch you get off on my cock.”
I feel a little lightheaded, as though the low tone of his voice is lulling my mind into a dream, but my hand obeys him without me really thinking about it, rubbing and pinching at my clit until I’m screaming out his name and cursing violently in French, words I’ve never let past my lips before.
Still his hips pound into me, his feet planted into the mattress for leverage.
He grabs a fistful of my hair at the back of my head, jerking my body forward to meet his bruising kiss, his hips jerking up into me as he comes deep inside me, one hand still pushing my hips down to grind against him as he grunts into my mouth.
I desperately wish he wasn’t wearing a condom.
When he comes down from his high, slowly releasing the grip on my hair and softening up as he moves me, brushing his fingertips over the bruises he’s left behind on my soft skin as a silent apology. I don’t need it though. I’m in love with the idea of pressing against them later, feeling a little pain as a reminder of how much this man loves me.
I want to leave some of those bruises on him too, to leave him marked up as belonging to me.
He deals with the condom and then pulls me into his chest and strokes back my hair, humming under his breath as I lay there listening to his heart beat. I can hear it, steady and strong, and it’s beating for me just as mine beats for him.
“I have a job to do today. I’ve been thinking about it all night and I think you should come with me to do it.”
Oh. That’s new.
I push up from his chest to look down at him, my hair falling like a curtain over us both. “You would take me on a job? I’d love that, mon Monstre.”
He rubs his chin a little, the scruff there that he always shaves the moment he gets up like a shadow. “It’s not going to be a blood-soaked job and it’s not going to be anything dangerous. If we’re together I think we’d have a better chance.”
I don’t know what any of this means but it doesn’t really matter if I do. He’ll protect me, no matter what. “Of course. I can wear those new jeans out… or maybe the dress?”
He grunts and pulls my face down for another blistering kiss, his teeth tugging on my lips. “Not the dress. I have other plans for it, the jeans are better. No heels though, baby girl, just in case we need to get out of there quickly.”