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Gutter - Part 2: The Shine

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by Tiana Laveen


  “Thank you,” she said, sitting up. “You didn’t have to go out and get any Prisoner Red Blend. We could’ve just had the wine coolers you had on deck.”

  “No, no, no. I asked you what you wanted, you told me, but I didn’t have it. No big deal. The store is literally five minutes away. They’re always open.”

  This was one of the perks of him living in such a posh part of town. He had everything at his fingertips, even if it was triple the price. They sipped the wine in companionable silence for a while, the notes of cherry, sweet oak, and cedar filling her with warmth. The fireplace crackled and with the touch of a button, he turned the lights down low. The sounds of Chico DeBarge’s, ‘No Guarantee’ played through the house speakers.

  After a while, he set his empty glass on the table, placed her foot over his lap, and began to massage it. He lounged on the couch, head back, dripping with sex appeal.

  “What are you thinking about?” she asked with a smile.

  “Getting deep inside of you.”

  She tingled all over. The vertical labret piercing in his lower lip caught the light just so; as he slipped his tongue against it, and his eyes hooded. Bringing her foot to his mouth, he kissed it, then a husky laugh escaped his mouth as he lowered her on her back.

  “What are you going to do to me?” she asked coyly.

  “Whatever I want to do to you…”

  Staring into her eyes, he sat back on his knees and massaged her inner thighs. The material of her pajama pants bunched beneath his touch. Growing impatient, she fumbled with removing them. Her panties, top, and bra followed suit, and he cast them to the floor. He studied her, chest rising and falling.

  “Look at this beautiful body of yours… This is all mine.”

  He lowered his body to hers, stroking her arms and shoulders, lips tracing sensitive flesh, tongues teasing… He touched her with slow caresses and languorous kisses, growing needs and desires on overdrive.

  “You smell so good, baby. God, you’re so beautiful…” he whispered in her ear.

  “I knew I was in trouble when I missed you after our second date.” She laughed lightly, but meant every word. “We had this crazy, off-the-charts chemistry from date one, which has grown into the foundation for love.” The couch sighed beneath them, and as he kissed her over and over, covering her body with affection, he moaned, his body hard and in desperate yearning. He deposited hot kisses along her neck, just how she liked it. Wrapping one leg around his waist, she drew him closer, needing him so very badly, and kissed the tattooed, brawny flesh of his shoulder.

  “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day. Didn’t you get tired from all that running in my mind?” she said.

  He laughed in that easygoing, sexy way of his, then kissed up and down her chin, granting the same love to her throat. She held on tight to him as he overwhelmed her with the deepest of affections. She panted when he paused to breathe in her ear.

  Lying between her legs, he seduced her nice and easy. Feet off the couch, she held her legs up to give him more working room, and ran her hands up and down his back. She raked her fingers through his short, dark hair. She couldn’t stop touching him. Her eyes fluttered as she caressed every part of him she could reach. She gave his ass a good squeeze while he was grinding and bumping, winding his hips back and forth, taking his time.

  She grabbed the elastic band of his shorts as he drove her crazy with each knock of his hard dick against her love. They kissed, the caress evolving into an oral pleasure she’d never known. Hot wine-tinged breath, sweet and musky smells…

  She sighed uncontrollably, needing him to have a dozen arms to hold her as much as she desired being in her idea of pure heaven. Double palming his ass as he rode her, she realized he was deliberately working her up into a frenzy, and she was about to lose her sanity.

  My husband. This man is going to be my husband…

  The thought of that sent shivers down her spine, filling her with elation, surprise, and anticipation. She glanced at her engagement ring as Gutter went for the side of her neck again, this time sucking it hard as he clutched one of her breasts. She gasped for air as her breath hitched, her pussy so wet for him, craving him in the worst way. He went for the other side of her neck and did the same. Her toes curled when he palmed her ass, bringing her flush against his rock-hard groin. She pressed herself to him, exasperated. Frustrated.

  He rubbed her shoulder as he made a meal of her breasts. The vein in the center of his forehead extended as he sucked on her nipples, loving them just the way she liked. Pivoting her hips and pelvis against his shorts, she fought to get closer to that big, wonderful dick he was selfishly keeping to himself. He growled in her ear, like a beast, then drew a giggle from her when he flipped her so her back was against the back of the couch, and her legs hanging over it. He dropped to the floor on his knees before her and kissed her inner thighs, lust, love, and fever in his intense gaze.

  He kissed her pussy. Slowly. Like an early morning peck, then moved his attention to her inner thigh. Returning to her cat, kissed it again, then repeated the pattern, driving her insane.

  “Uhhh…”

  Starting from the bottom, he flicked his tongue against her pussy, not stopping until he reached her little patch of pubic hair. A kiss, then a lick, a kiss and another lick, he made breakfast, lunch, and dinner of her pussy all at once. She gripped the edge of the couch, struggling to stay afloat. His breathing, still loud, full of passion, bathed her pussy in warmth as he sucked her honey pot, using his lips to rub, stroke, and devour her.

  Gripping her hip, he kept her in place, each tongue stroke reflecting his desire for her. Barely able to keep her head up, she gave in, running her hands roughly over his head, sighing with pleasure at each flick of his tongue. She desperately tried to hold on, her budding orgasm too great to contain. Pushing her pelvis into his mouth, she fucked his face as her uncontrollable trembling ensued.

  “Uh…Uh…. Uhhhh…” She struggled for words, but only her core vibration spoke, responding to his lovemaking in a language of its own creation. She glanced down at him and found his gaze on hers, nose pressed flat against her pussy, hands hooked around her thighs, and a wet, long tongue grazing back and forth against her clit and soaking slit. He moaned with her as if he, too, were in paradise from her taste alone. She fought her orgasm, needing to build her explosion, and gave him the sexiest look she could muster. Smiling at her, he sucked and tongue fucked her a bit more, then crawled up her body and plunged his tongue in her mouth.

  “Taste this good pussy of yours, baby…”

  They kissed and held one another, riding each other’s wave. Hand on his groin, she stroked his dick over his shorts, pulling them away in order to take a peek inside. She let go and he got on his knees on the sofa, while she got into a crawling position before him. Hungry for his love, she kissed up and down his stomach, the happy trail of hair her guide to the prize below. This time, a copped feel wouldn’t be enough.

  She worked his shorts down to his knees, and he removed them, tossing them on the floor to join her discarded wardrobe. As she continued to kiss his stomach and licked his shaft, he leaned over her and grabbed her ass, squeezing and massaging it. Licking his fingers, he went back over her and slipped two fingers inside her pussy. Her dripping wet love made resounding noises that blended in with the sounds of Common Saints’ ‘Idol Eyes.’ She gasped for air, the world spinning around her as he kept fucking her with his fingers, grunting, and telling her the nastiest, sexiest things ever.

  “You know how I feel about your pussy. You know how it makes me feel. I own this pussy…”

  He leaned against her, his weight making her pause. She held on when he pressed his chest against her back and began to roughly lick her ass crack.

  “Oh, shit… Oh, shit, baby!”

  Up and down his tongue went as he kept jamming his fingers inside of her, harder and harder. She cried out, scratching at his skin, but he didn’t let up, latching on to the front of
her thighs, pressing her ass to his chin. His soft beard tickled her as he slipped his warm tongue inside her pussy. It was his own version of sixty-nine, only he seemed more concerned about delivering pleasure, than receiving it.

  “Shit! Oh, God, Zake! Fuck!”

  She was going crazy, squirming and losing control. He slowed down, then sealed the deal with a kiss against her ass cheek. Standing, he directed her to lie flat on her stomach. His dick was mere inches away, and she gripped the massive girth of his nature in both hands to lick the head. Deep, guttural groans emitted from his perfect lips, the primitive cries of a sexually domineering beast. Trailing her tongue up and down his dick, she covered all the bases while gently squeezing his big balls. He reached for her ass once more, softly rubbing it as she pleasured him. She went down low on him, her gag reflex trying to kick in, but like the pro that she was, she worked her way around it, making it fade away.

  “Oh damn, baby…” He groaned. “You’re so damn sexy, it’s not even funny… Fuck.”

  He slapped her ass hard, and she felt it jiggle. The sting titillated her, turning her on, much to her surprise.

  “Mmmm! Good girl… Sucking your man’s dick just right. How could I not marry you when you mouth-fuck me so good, you fuck my very soul, too? Shit!” She sucked fast and hard now, the slurping noises of his dick thrusting in and out of her wet mouth reverberating in her ears. She loved everything about Gutter’s dick: the generous length, the thickness, the twisting veins, the smoothness of the taut tan flesh, the black hair at the base, the large head and the flavor of his cum.

  He pushed the hair away from her face as he thrust in and out of her mouth. Her pussy creamed in an instant, and she came, unable to hold back a second longer. She was taken by surprise when he plunged that immense phallus towards the back of her throat with all of his might.

  “Uhhh! Uhhh! Mmmm!” He grunted, swinging his hips back and forth as he balled a fistful of her hair tightly in his hand. He stopped abruptly, picked her up off the damn seat and turned her upside down, holding her by the waist while ruthlessly sucking her pussy.

  “OH GOD! ZAKE! ZAKE!”

  He ate her as if his life depended on it and she came again, the blood rushing to her head. Her arms dangled, nothing but air all around her. In suspense. He held her like it was nothing—as if she were light as a feather. She came yet a third time, then he quickly sat on the couch and pulled her pussy down onto his python.

  “Promise… shiiiiit!” he said between clenched teeth as she rode him, pivoting her hips back and forth. He stretched her far and wide, the impact immense and damn near hallucinogenic. He lunged inside of her, and she gasped when he sucked on her neck, following that with tender kisses. “You’re mine! I told you your ass is mine!” he yelled. Angry. In love. Vulnerable. She could see it in his eyes. He was dead serious.

  There was no doubt in her mind now. His possessiveness of her when they made love was increasing. Each time he took her, he claimed her in some way, marking his territory. She loved every damn minute of it. She’d met her match—not only could he keep up with her, but he also lasted longer, and he was nastier, too. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other. She fucked her man, squeezing her pussy muscles, drawing him farther inside her with a vise grip. Looking lost to the pleasure, he held on to her hips as she took control. That was short-lived, for he competed with her for the throne. She yelled when he tossed her on her back, and thrust with brute force while delivering the sweetest of kisses.

  He pressed his weight against her, keeping her where he wanted her. His fucking turned slower, deeper, beautiful…

  She cried out when he began to speed up again, kissing the side of her face, moaning as he took her, making her his personal sex toy again and again. An orgasm hit her so hard, she froze. Muscles locked, eyes on the ceiling, she could feel her body jostling up and down as he ravished her, but her pussy was pouring, making a mess, and her body was singing his love songs in reverse. Her pussy cried his lyrics, every cell within her singing his damn praises. Gutter fucked and made love to her at the same time. He was, bar none, the best lover she ever had. Perhaps because she was so in love with him, but no—she knew good sex, mediocre sex, and bad sex. This motherfucker had broken the charts.

  He rose up ever so slightly.

  “Look at me, Promise. Look me in the eyes, baby…”

  She did so and her heart exploded. Their connection was otherworldly. They stared at one another as he lurched so deep inside of her, she could feel him practically in her stomach, over and over again. He gripped the back of her neck, pressed his forehead against hers, and kept on… taking her there… tearing her apart from the inside out with his love. He moved faster and faster, the smacking of their sweaty bodies right on time with the rhythm of Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats’ ‘Survivor.’ He fell down upon her and she cradled his head to her shoulder while he kept that same pace.

  He rose up once again, but she latched onto him, her helpless purrs and his manly growls overlapping. Her pussy was so wet, she could hear it sloshing each time he entered her, then retreated. In and out he went, stirring her pot, making her sick and sticky with lust. Overdosing on all that was he. She shifted beneath him, and he grabbed her thighs, forcing her legs farther apart.

  “Fuck! Feels so fucking good! Keep your fuckin’ legs wide open! OPEN UP!” He was fucking her to death, his grunts and needs urgent in the way he looked at her and proven with each and every pleasurable prod. His stamina was incredible; he fought her at every turn. Bastard. Every time she tried to make him cum, he somehow managed to withhold.

  Turning her on her side, he did the same and lifted one of her legs. He slipped inside her again as he looked into her eyes, and with a smile, he made love to her nice and slow, while stroking her clit. ‘Living Proof’ by The War on Drugs offered the perfect soundtrack. Before she knew it, Gutter was thrusting upward, fucking her damn soul. She screamed as he lunged repeatedly, tearing her to sweet little pieces.

  Gripping her ass, he brought her flush against him. There was no escape. He lifted her up, holding on for dear life. Gutter’s intensity… the way he loved her… kissed her… everything was on ten.

  It was as if all that existed inside him, the walls he’d built, the lack of trust, the resentment and hurt, had come crashing down as soon as he’d entered the house holding a bottle of her favorite wine. He rolled with his back on the couch, holding her steady. She pressed her hands against his chest and he squeezed her ass, grunting as he made love to her like a man on a mission, drawing her cries of ecstasy. When he stopped, she came again, her body hot, covered in sweat, and her hair falling in her eyes, impairing her vision. She twirled a piece of hair from his beard around her finger, then kissed all up and down the tattoos along his neck, occasionally administering gentle bites.

  “Gutter, you’re killing me! I’ve come like four times, and you haven’t come once!” She playfully hit his chest. She hated how he held so tight to the reins. Looking smug, he winked at her.

  “Get on your stomach.”

  She did as he asked, and he crawled behind her, kissing her ass, making her giggle.

  “Ahhh!” He thrust inside of her. Her pussy was swollen, but she couldn’t resist him as he ravished her all night long. Kissing the top of her head, he pounded her from behind. He gripped her chin, turned her face towards his, and crushed her lips in a kiss.

  “WHERE DO YOU WANT IT, BABY?!” he roared.

  “Inside of me!”

  She arched her ass, giving him more cushion as he slammed into her.

  He dropped his hold from her chin to her neck, and squeezed gently—her twisted weakness. She came hard, shivering beneath him as he thrust until she saw the moon and stars.

  “Flip over. I want to see your fuckin’ face as I cum deep inside your pussy.”

  She turned on her back, looking up at the sexiest man in the world, who was dripping with sweat. He entered her again, and she held onto his arms as they stared
at one another, covered in each other’s essence.

  “I’m going to fuckin’ cum… Oh, God, baby!” he roared, filling her fast with his hot load. But he didn’t stop… He kept fucking her until at last, exhaustion won. He stayed inside of her, layering her face with kisses, holding her close. She wrapped her legs around him, needing him in ways he could never understand. They kissed and she caressed his back, held hands, hugged one another tight. He throbbed inside her, her walls full of all that was Gutter. So damn in love.

  After a while, he looked down at her and they both fell into a bout of laughter.

  “Why do we always do that? Almost every time we have sex, we laugh?” She chuckled.

  He shrugged and kissed the tip of her nose, grinning.

  “I don’t know… you just make me feel good. Happy. I can feel it every time you walk into the room, and every time you leave, I can’t wait for you to return.”

  They kissed some more, then lay quietly, listening to the music. Heartbeats finally slowing to an even pace, The Parcels’ ‘Comingback’ sung them to sleep…

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  Guilty as Charged

  Clutching a vanilla cappuccino in one hand and her phone in the other, Promise emerged from the subway, the cold air whipping her face like an enemy with a vendetta. She caught her reflection in a number of storefronts as she sauntered past, talking to her mother. Her three-inch heeled boots were pulled over a pair of evergreen pencil pants, paired with a matching Victorian-style button down vest and black turtleneck, all covered with an oversized black and gold peacoat. Her hair was held back with a wide headband, and she was feeling pretty damn good, despite the dirty snow lining the streets, and the frigid temperatures.

  “…But that doesn’t make any sense.”

  “Mama, that’s exactly what I’m trying to explain to you. We’re going to look at wedding dresses next weekend. I want you to come. Aria and I will pick you up in an Uber.”

 

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