Over the curves of my soft stomach and spread of my thighs, our eyes clash. Enough said. My hands move to the back of his head, and I tangle my fingers in his dark hair. I tug him close at the same time I let out a painful cry and push my hips forward. I want his mouth on me. His hands, his tongue, anything that will make me feel the way he had me feeling.
“Please...please, don’t stop. It...it feelsso good.”
Watching one another, I twist my hips, rubbing my sex against his stiff tongue. He grunts as his fingers dig into my thighs, urging me on. I rock again, loving the scrape of his tongue, the hot wetness of his mouth as it covers me, sucks, and how his sexy sounds vibrate against my sex. When his eyes grow hooded as he licks and sucks at me, I am mystified to see that pleasing me is turning him on.
“Do...you...do youliketo lick me? Do I taste good?” I marvel.
Shepard sucks once more before he pulls back. I flush as a trail of saliva drips from his mouth all the way to my pussy. His tongue drags slowly over it, catching the juices dripping from his lips. His hair is mussed, his eyes wild, and I can see through his sweatpants how thick and hard he is. And I find myself wanting to taste him too.
“Iloveto lick you,” he answers at last, big hands on my thighs, tugging me gently towards him, “and you taste like heaven. Cotton candy and clouds. Mystical shit I never knew a pussy could taste like. I ain’t done eating that pretty flower, babydoll. Just giving you a taste too. I see how bad you want it,” he teases with a smirk, his thumbs hooking in his waistband.
I bite my lip as I watch the slow drag of his pants expose more and more perfection. His abs are ridiculous and defined, narrowing down to that delicious V muscle that I want to taste with my tongue. I have a vision of me sinking my teeth into his skin there, marking him as if he belonged to me and an ache starts deep inside of me.
Iwant himto be mine. It should be my wedding night, but I barely remember the man I was engaged to. Since Shepard loomed over me last night, the connection we’ve shared is overwhelming. I was not scared when he came out of the darkness, and I trusted him to take care of me. I stripped out of my clothes not caring if he saw the softness of my belly or the dimples in my thighs. He made me feel safer than anyone ever has before.
Here I am ready to give away the goodies to a stranger. Goodies no one else ever got. Yep, I am a card-carrying member of the never got dick club. Could be why I was not heartbroken over my fiancée’s little dalliance. Why I looked the other way when I suspected he had other dalliances. I was never willing to be intimate with him.
I had never been truly ready to give myself to him.
Because I’d never felt safe with him. Not with my body or my heart.
“Yes, I want to. I want to taste you too,” I whimper, my mouth popping open as he slides to kneel beside me.
“Going to get a nice,long tasteof me babydoll. Open that mouth good and wide for me,” he hisses, his cock springing out at last, slapping against my mouth with a thunk, “need to fit all of me in that pretty mouth, all the way to the back of that throat.”
His callused hand wraps around my throat, his thumb tugging my mouth open wider. His other hand fists the base of his long, thick, velvety cock as he pushes it against my lips. I taste the saltiness of him as he drips precum from the tip onto my tongue. When I greedily suck it down and lick at him for more, he throws his head back and growls.
As he pushes deeper, his fingers tightening on my throat, I close my mouth around him. Slowly I suck, licking the thick veins that pulses up the length of him. I follow his lead, wiggling my tongue over the head, then down the underside. If I do something he likes, his fingers tighten more. I suck him harder, deeper, taking him as far into my throat as I can.
“That’s it, babydoll. That’s a good little doll. Suck me good and deep. God, you look so fucking pretty choking on my cock.”
When he says those filthy words, I do choke. Giving head was one of the few things I tried. A way of pushing off going further before I was ready. It never made me feel sexy or powerful. And it never felt so hot to be used this way.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he hisses, his hips starting to thrust slowly, “that’s my pretty little babydoll. Going to come on that pretty face. Want you coated in my cum. Open that little slut throat and let me fuck it,” he growls as his hand closes even tighter on my throat.
His words may sound degrading, but they make me so hot, I bet one lick of his tongue would having me coming.What is wrong with me?I want him to do the filthy things he says he wants to do to me. I want him to cum on my face. Let him choke me as he fucks my throat like a toy he can use to get off.
Flattening my tongue, I nod to let him know I want it. That I trust him. That I want him to use me. Shepard’s eyes go hooded before he nods too. Then he does fuck my throat, shoving so deep tears stream down my temples as he chokes me. But I don’t want him to stop. Saliva soaks my chin and my throat, but I open even wider, so turned on by the dirty sounds, by the slap of his sac against my lips, the grunts he makes, and the vision of him so lost in pleasure.
“Ah, fuck,” he roars, pulling back as he grips my throat hard, the other jerking at his shaft, “open up babydoll. Don’t waste a drop, swallow my cum like a good slut.”
Hot streams of semen hit my tongue, my chin, my cheeks, and I flick my tongue at the tip of his cock. I suck at him greedily, overcome by how good it feels to beso dirty. At howrightit feels with him. A stranger I met less than a day ago suddenly feels like my salvation.
Smiling up at him as he goes back on his knees, out of breath, I want to ask if I was good for him.A good little girl.I flush hot, a gush of heat making my thighs sticky. He grins too, brushing my tangled hair out of my face. When he touches my head, a blaze of pain hits me, and my eyes go crossed.
“Shepard...I....it...it hurts,” I mutter before suddenly the room spins.
In darkness I hear the underwater sounds of him calling my name as I float down to nothing.
Chapter Five
Shepard
Guilt slams into me over and over like a broken little Mack truck spinning its wheels.
What the hell was I thinking? Going at her that way. Pushing her towards the edge of climax before I used her like a sex doll.Fuck me.Sami lies still against the sheets, my shirt pushed up beneath her breasts, baring her wounds to me. Reminding me of the accident last night. When I glance up and see my cum on her face and staining the shirt, I almost throw up.
When I woke up with her still cuddled up in my arms, smelling so sweet and feeling so soft, I lost control. Well, I lost control when her soft little voice told me she had to go. I couldnotlet that happen. Not ever. If I have to go all “Misery”with this woman, she is never leaving my side.