Monster - Gadziala Jessica - Страница 32

“Breaker...”

“Shh, doll. Fact of the matter is, we don't have time for you to let me in like that. But what we do have time for? Me being inside you in a different way. So, from about two minutes from now until ten in the morning, I plan on fucking you in every position, in every hole, until you can't fuckin' take it anymore. Sound like a plan?”

“Hmm,” she mused, pursing her lips like she was mulling it over. “I could think of worse ways to spend my time.”

At this, I felt myself chuckling, giving her a smile. “You gonna stop bustin' my balls so I can fuck you into tomorrow or what?”

“I think I can manage that.”

“Good. Now stand up,” I said, letting my arm drop from around her. Her eyebrow rose, but she got onto her feet.

“Okay. I'm up,” she said, crossing her hands over her chest.

“Strip.”

Her mouth parted, her eyes going a little wide. “What?”

“Strip.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep. I could put on some music,” I teased, reaching for the remote.

To this, she rolled her eyes and made short work of whipping her shirt off and going toward the button on her jeans, giving me a view of the black lace bra she had on. Maybe if we lived, I would rethink my stance on those particular garments.

“Not even gonna try to tease me?”

“You want a striptease, go to a strip club,” she shot back, pushing her pants down her legs.

Call me crazy, but I'd take a surly fuckin' Alex Miller none-too ceremoniously taking off her clothes while shooting daggers at me over some chick doing it slow and sensual grinding around to music any god damn day.

I fought a smile as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. “You better make this good,” she warned, letting the bra fall off her arms and hooking her fingers into the waistband of her panties.

“Have I let you down yet?” I shot back, sitting up, elbows to knees, making me almost level with the juncture of her thighs.

I glanced up to see her cheeks heating as she realized what was about to happen just a second before I grabbed her calf, picking it up and arching her leg wide, placing her foot down on the cushion beside me. One of my hands went to her lower back, pressing her forward as I ducked my head and licked her already dripping pussy.

She made a gasping whimper sound, her hand moving to the top of my head, holding me against her as her hips rocked against my mouth.

I wasn't lyin' when I told her she had a sweet fuckin' pussy. She did. I ran my tongue up to her clit, feeling her body shiver as her honeyed taste coated my tongue. I could eat her all night, hearing her breath getting more and more uneven, her moans getting more and more husky. Fuck if it didn't send a white-hot rush of desire to my cock.

“Breaker...” she gasped, her fingers digging into my head and I knew she was close. The first time she was always easy. Like all the years of pent-up sexual frustration kept her constantly half-way to orgasm.

I sucked in my breath, making a wash of cool air hit her clit, then released it, replacing it with the warm. Her body jolted and I sucked hard, her thighs clenching as she groaned through her orgasm.

She was still riding the waves when I got up, grabbing her and pushing her onto the couch on her knees, her hands clutching the back cushions and her knees teetering on the edge of the bottom ones. I spread her thighs and plunged my fingers inside her still spasming pussy.

“Fuck,” she ground out, her fingers curling into the couch as I thrust fast and hard, widening her, getting her ready. With my free hand, I found my wallet, pulling out a condom and tossing the leather carelessly to the ground. She was panting, thrusting backward against my fingers when I pulled them out to slip the condom on. “No,” she objected, reaching behind her to try to grab my hand back.

“Put your fingers in your pussy for me,” I said, working the condom on as I watched her hand slip between her legs and thrust two fingers inside her. Her head fell to her chest on a groan and I felt a slice of desire so strong my legs felt weak. “Fuckin' hot, baby,” I said, my hands going to her ass. “You want my cock?”

Her fingers slid out quickly. “Yes,” she demanded, arching her ass up toward me and I thrust in with a smile.

I fucked her how I liked it, how she was learning she liked it- hard, fast, rough enough to leave some marks to remember it by in the morning. She came hard around me twice before I slid out, pushing my cock back and up a bit.

“I want to fuck your ass,” I told her, my voice a gravel sound. At her hesitation, I leaned forward, resting my chest up her back and wrapping my arms around to tease her tits. “Anyone ever been in there before?”

I already knew the answer, but she told me anyway in a small whisper. “No.”

“You scared of me doin' it?”

“Yes,” she said honestly.

“Think it's gonna hurt?” To this, I got a small nod as I rolled her nipples between my fingers, her head turning so her face was to my neck. “Might a little at first, but I'll make it good. You gonna let me try?”

Her lips pressed into my neck and I closed my eyes for a second, enjoying the feel of her small show of affection. “Okay.”

“You don't like it, you tell me, we stop. Got it?”

“Got it,” she agreed, moving away from me.

My hands slid down her sides, and she squirmed when they skirted her ribs, making me smile. She was ticklish. I fought the urge to play to that weakness as my hand slid down to my cock, guiding it up toward her ass and pressing against it until she stopped flinching away and pushed back. I slid in slowly, gritting my teeth against the urge to thrust hard and fast until I came, making myself take it slow and soft for her.

She flinched, I held still until she adjusted. Then pushed further in. Until I was to the hilt and stayed buried, letting her get over the discomfort and surprise budding of desire.

It wasn't long until her hips started turning in small circles, trying to ease the desire I knew was growing, foreign but strong.

“Feel good, doll?” I asked, my hands rubbing her ass.

“Ye... yeah,” she said, doing another hip roll.

I smiled, reaching around her, pulling her up until her back was to my chest then slowly thrusting up into her. Her head went onto my shoulder, her eyes closed tight, her mouth opened enough for groans to slip out. My hand slid down her belly, moving to her clit and working it in slow circles as my thrusts became more insistent. One of her arms went up behind her and wrapped around my neck, the other reached down and grabbed my wrist as I worked her clit.

“You gonna come?” I asked, knowing she was close.

“Yeah.”

“Let me hear it,” I told her, pressing harder into her clit. “I'm gonna feel it, but I want to hear it.”

She nodded, her nails digging into my skin as she started moving her hips downward as I thrust up, trying to get there faster.

“Breaker...”

“Let me hear it,” I said again, feeling my own orgasm begging for release.

“Oh my... fuck!” she cried, her body convulsing hard through her orgasm. I kept working at her clit as I thrust faster, burying deep and coming hard enough for my legs to give up, my knees hitting the edge of the couch as I held her to my chest.

“Holy shit,” she said a minute later, her chest jumping as she laughed.

“Funny?” I asked, slowly moving away from her and slapping her ass.

She moved to lie down on the couch on her side. “I've been missing out,” she admitted, giving me a big smile.

I felt myself smiling back. “Just think of all the ways I coulda fucked you if I met you earlier.”

“Is it cheesy to say it was worth the wait?” she asked, watching as I walked toward the bathroom.

“Yeah,” I said, washing my hands before I turned to go back out. “But it's still nice to hear. You alright?” I asked, kneeling down next to the couch and pushing the hair out of her face. The bruise on her jaw was still angry looking, yellow and green mixing in with the purple and blue as it started to heal.