We eventually make it to her apartment upstairs after what feels like takes forever. I’ll say one thing: those fucking steps suck. They’re almost enough to put a damper on my aching cock, but I’m not one to skimp on a decent workout, so I decide to consider it my warm-up. I can fuck all night—what’s a few stairs thrown in, carrying a woman up the entire way? With how she’s been kissing and sucking on my neck, I’d almost consider the trek foreplay at this point.
“I can’t believe you did all this,” she says again, regarding me as if I’ve hung the moon. I’m used to attitude from Chevelle—hostility, even heat—but this wanton, tender gaze she’s shooting me now is something entirely new.
“I had help, it wasn’t all me.”
“But it’s you who came up with this…don’t attempt to deny it. Admit it. You have a soft spot for me, cupcake.” She smirks, and I grumble to myself something not making much sense, cause she’s so fucking cute all happy and turned on.
Rather than egging her further, I pull her shorts and undies free then sit on the edge of the bed. I push her over to the side and position her so that her ass is up, front and center on my lap. The rest of her hangs to the side, her hands on the floor and her head hanging. I have her just where I want her. Flushed and ready for me has her looking beyond stunning.
“So fucking sexy,” I mumble, holding her in place with one hand. My fingers on my free hand trail through her slit, relishing in the wetness. “You’re so ready, sweetie…fucking drenched. You’re craving my cock, huh?”
“Yes,” she confesses. “Are you going to let me up, so I can have it?”
“Not yet. I will when I’m ready.”
“So bossy.”
I shrug, but she can’t see me. Not that it matters, because it’s true. I am bossy, and I don’t care in the slightest bit either. “Mmm...but would I be bossy still if I was to sink my fingers into this pretty pink wet hole and make you feel good?”
“Maybe not quite as bossy, then,” she replies, her tone heavy with her pent-up desire.
One digit trails through her slit and I draw in a breath with anticipation. The wait is always the hardest. I want to bury myself in her and never come up for air. So far, she’s been pretty good with me taking her body when I want it. The first few times she made me work for it, but now all I have to do is stroke her the right way, and she’s damn near purring with need for my cock.
I wonder how she’d feel if I really did keep her? She may be my ol’ lady in the club’s eyes, but we haven’t established anything else between us as far as our relationship goes. I should do that before she has a chance to slip through my fingers. I have a feeling if she were to walk out of my life right now that I’d survive, but I’d damn sure miss her, and that’s something I don’t want to experience.
“Tell me, Chevelle,” I murmur, petting her pussy without pausing. “What do you think this is between us?”
The muscles in her thighs tense, along with her back but she doesn’t tell me to stop touching her. “Aren’t I your ol’ lady?” Her voice is small, almost unsure. My Chevelle has really let her guard down with me today, and I couldn’t be any more pleased with it.
“You are, but do you know what that really means?”
“I have a good idea.” She releases a breath as I push a finger into her heat.
“You’re my property. You belong to me, and I always take care of what’s mine.”
“I’m no one’s property; I’ve already told you this.” She huffs as I draw my finger free.
Rather than inserting it again, I cup my hand and smack her drenched core. The wetness rolls down her thighs, and fuck me, every bit of me wants to bend over and lick it all clean.
“Wrong answer. That mouth is what got you in this situation in the first place. Had you been quiet, I’d have left you alone. Instead, you popped off, and I had to claim you to show you who’s alpha. You craved my cock, and you got every fucking inch of it. Now, I get you in return.”
She snorts, and I smack her pussy again. The air hits her in the right places but with my hand cupped, she gets no real contact, only the skin surrounding her core. It must be so frustrating to seek your pleasure and have it right there yet not be able to reach out and take it. Now she knows how I feel when it comes to her giving in to being my property.
“You can argue with me all you want, but it’s the truth. You’re mine, and I’ll fight back even harder, sweetie. I have the cock, Chevelle. Dick runs this house, not pussy.”
She pants as I smack her core again but offer her no relief.
“You are such an asshole.” She squirms in my lap, her thighs beginning to vibrate with more pent-up desire.
“Never claimed to be anything different.” I straighten my palm and lightly slap her pussy—once, twice, three times in a row. A loud moan breaks free and then pain spikes up my leg as she bites into my calf. Even with the jeans, her sharp teeth clamp down hard enough to cause me to draw in a quick breath.
Her mouth releases and I use my arm in a curl motion to pull her ass closer to my face. “Fuck,” I breathe, my breath blowing over her glistening folds. She’s so fucking turned on and ready for me, it nearly possesses me with want. Leaning forward, I bury my tongue in her core, licking and sucking at her center until she finally breaks and comes over my tongue.
Licking my fill, I rasp, “So sweet, Chevelle. You’re a goddamn peach, ripe and aching to be bitten. I want your come all over my tongue and my cock…I want you everywhere.”
Her hand fumbles to hold onto me, as she wiggles to get to me. She’s still breathing hard, but eventually, I let her crawl over my lap. With eyes wild, hair a mess and so utterly beautiful, I can’t help but gaze at her.
“I love peaches,” she confesses and then plants her lips to mine, sweeping me up in a blistering kiss. Once she’s had her fill of her taste in my mouth, she climbs down off my thighs.