I’ve never experienced such an overwhelming sensation, like everything is honing down to this moment, right here. His tongue is relentless, his deep groans driving me on, letting me know he’s taking pleasure from giving it.
He loops his hands around to my hips, yanking me closer to him, as though he wants no space between his mouth and my pussy. I melt against him, something deep inside me throbs, like my pleasure is breaking down a wall, bashing it, shattering it…
I moan a croaking noise as the orgasm hits me, exploding from the tip of his ruthless tongue.
He gives me another hard yank, pulling me against him, pushing down with his tongue in the same instant. I gasp as I feel a warm wetness burst from me, dripping down my thighs, and over his mouth.
His groans become even louder, somehow audible above the haze and euphoria filling my ears and my mind. I shudder, my knees trembling weak, my toes curling as I struggle to stay upright.
I want to collapse into a quivering mess.
The ecstasy comes in unrelenting waves. Just when I think it’s over, it hits me again, making me push against him with everything I have. He growls approvingly in response.
Finally, I fall forward, catching myself on the wall, panting heavily.
“Oh my God,” I whimper, turning to him.
He stands, his lips glistening with my wetness, his eyes severe. He looks like he’s about to become fully unchained.
“Who do you belong to, Penny?” he snarls, casually, stroking my skin, reigniting my desire.
“You,” I croak, as he moves his hand faster, grinding against the contended soreness of my soaked sex. “You, you, you…”
“Fuck, you’re ready. Your body is so goddamn wet. And your tits…”
I let out a cry when his hands dart up, moving to my shirt. He pulls it over my head. I raise my arms instinctively, and then his hands are on my bra, eagerly unclasping it.
I giggle when he fumbles a little, our eyes meeting.
His smirk is tinged with desperate hunger. “This is new to me too, remember?”
But any joking fades away when my breasts spill free. He stares down, his eyes widening.
There’s something so sexy about me being naked as he stands there, in his shirt and his trousers, looking fierce and confident and powerful.
“Fucking hell. They’re even better than I imagined.”
With another feral groan, he cups my breasts and pushes them together. I study his face, my heart blooming at the way he looks at me.
It’s complete captivation, fascination, obsession, all of it mixed into one.
Leaning down, he sucks one of my nipples, the sensation as new and as good as everything else he does to me. Tingles dance at the tips of my nipples, flowing over the rest of my breast. He growls and then sucks on the other breast, giving it the same attention.
“Look at them getting all excited for me,” he rumbles. “You’ve got such a receptive body.”
I smooth my hands up his shoulders, tugging on his shirt.
With his hands still playing with my breasts, he tilts his head toward me, smirking wolfishly.
“Are you trying to tell me something?”
I nod eagerly, finding it increasingly difficult as my desire rises.
A squeal escapes me when he hauls me into his arms, cradling me to his chest. I gasp at the suddenness of it. He makes me feel so light like I’m floating on air, as he carries me into the bedroom to make me his.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Preston
I stand at the edge of the bed, staring down at her as I quickly unbutton my shirt. She’s sitting with her legs folded to the side, her thick creamy thighs glistening with her juices. Her breasts couldn’t be bigger, curvier, fuller, they are perfect. I can already imagine her nipples dripping with milk, the life she’s going to give to our children.
Losing my patience, I tear my shirt free, dropping it to the floor. Her mouth falls open as she studies my chest, but I don’t waste any more time. Soon I’m tearing at my pants, pulling my belt free. Taking off my trousers and my socks, I’m left wearing only my underwear.
“Wow,” my good girl says, her eyes flitting to my manhood.
I look down, my member pushing against the fabric of my underwear. There’s a wet patch from the constant flow of precome, a testament to how savage she makes me.
“Take it out,” I command, walking right up to her. “Now, Penny.”
The beast is emerging, the one I’ve tried to keep contained since she walked into the elevator, since my little blogger told her friend about her problem… a problem that brought us together, that made it so I never have to wonder what life would be like without her.
Her hands tremble as she reaches for my underwear.
Her fingers brush against my stomach as she takes hold of the fabric, and pulls my briefs down slowly.