He takes a slow step toward me.
With the cold air coming from the open freezer door behind me, his body heat feels extreme on my front.
“You shouldn’t be down here,” he rasps out.
My heart is thundering in my chest. He takes another step closer, but I can’t move, as he closes the door behind me.
“I couldn’t sleep,” my words are a whisper now.
“Why not,” his own words are quiet and rough, his eyes now fixed on my mouth.
My lips part under his stare, I can almost feel it, soft like a feather, or how his breath would feel caressing my skin.
“Because you’re mean.” My honest reply is so quiet, I don’t know if he heard me.
His brows furrow together as his eyes move slowly across my face. An almost painful expression crosses his face as his eyes travel back to my breasts. I lower my arms to my sides, my hands curled into fists, holding myself from reaching out and touching him. I want to lay my hands on his chest so bad, and run my fingers all over him. He’s so much bigger than me, so powerful. So much man.
“I’m not mean.”
He’s scary and comforting. To anyone else, he’s scary. But to me, I feel like I can hide behind all that scary and he’d protect me.
“You’re mean to me.” He is. He’s mean and rude and arrogant. All while his eyes eat me up. Like right now.
Our eyes are locked. His are hungry and dark and filled with everything he wants to do to me. My lips part, my tongue wanting to taste him, taste everything he promises.
“You like it,” a slow smirk lifts the corner of his mouth. “You need a man who’ll take care of that woman who wants to do bad things. A man who can handle you. Isn’t that right, darlin’?”
My eyes widen as my body trembles. That line connecting my breasts and my sex jerks wildly inside me.
“You think you can?” I taunt him. Because he’s right. Because he’s an ass.
A dark smile spreads across his face pushing away everything else except all of the dirty things he’s implying. He moves closer, his body brushing against mine. It sets every one of my nerve endings on fire.
“You want me to,” he murmurs.
My pussy clenches. He’s right, so, so right.
“I tried to be good,” my mouth falls open at his admission. “But you, like this,” he raises a hand and gently runs a finger along my lower lip, “the hell if I can.”
My tongue reaches to circle the tip of his finger, satisfying the urge to taste him. My eyes dip. I want more. So much more. I want to lick him, kiss him, taste him everywhere. I can feel my heart beat in my entire body as my hunger gets stronger.
I hear him moan. “Those beautiful tits of yours are just begging for my mouth, Gwen.”
My breasts throb, aching, crying out in admission. I whimper as I lower my mouth onto his finger and pull him in.
“Hell, Gwen,” he grits out.
With his free hand, he slides one spaghetti strap down until my breast is free. “Look at what you went and did,” he states roughly as he palms the globe in his big hand. He squeezes until the nipple is pointing at him, then lowers his mouth and runs his tongue along the tip. My legs almost give out on me. Removing his finger from my mouth, he wraps his arm around my waist to catch me, never letting go of my breast with his hand or his mouth.
“I just gotta have a taste, Gwen. Please just let me have a taste,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Yes, please,” I pant as I cup his shave head in my hands and push him against me, his soft beard tickling my skin.
“Damn, woman,” he murmurs as he lowers to his knees and pulls down the other strap, exposing both my breasts. He grips that one as well, presses them together, and drags his tongue over both nipples.
I drop my head back. “Oh, God, yes…”
He circles both sensitive points with his tongue, sucks one, then the other, then both together, into his mouth. It’s like he’s starved for them, for me, the way his mouth and tongue work them together and separately.
“Bull, please,” I moan.
My body is vibrating with need. He’s giving me so much, but not enough. Not near enough.
“I’ve been dying for these tits, Gwen,” he rumbles as his teeth pinch a pebbled tip.
Oh. My. GOD.
“Please…,” I moan again as I press my nails into his scalp.
With one hand still holding a breast, he sucks it deep into his mouth, with his other he pulls my shorts, then camisole off.
Yes, yes, yes!
“This pretty cunt needs some attention,” he says as he glides a finger along my folds. My walls close hungrily searching for him. He lifts his face and slips his finger into his mouth and licks my taste off. “Sweet as honey, baby doll.” Then he stands, pulls me to him, and closes his mouth on mine. His movements are slow at first, exploring me, tasting me, discovering me. Then his body vibrates with a long moan as his arms tighten around me, and the kiss turns ravenous and feral. I hold onto him to keep from falling from the intensity, I’m breathless and my head is spinning, and my entire body is screaming for more. He places me on the table with his mouth still locked on mine. He breaks the kiss and grits out, “Let me look at you,” his voice rough. My heart skips a beat as he leans me back and pulls me to the edge of the table and spreads my legs. A shiver ripples through me. “She’s so damn pretty,” his wild gaze is fixed on my sex. Letting go of one of my legs and never diverting his stare, he tells me roughly, “Keep them open.” I do. I keep them spread. I know I’m on display for him, he can see everything, the lips, the creases within the folds, my clit, which feels like it’s throbbing, and the crease between my cheeks. But the look on his face is exactly what I’ve been waiting to see. It says, ‘Mine.’ With one pointed finger, he trails it round my clit, through my lips, then dips the tip inside me. “Lord have mercy, I want to fuck you so bad.” His words are barely audible.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my GOD.
My head is swirling and my body is electrified. I can’t think, I can’t speak, I can only feel.
Still teasing me with one finger, he moves his other hand to spread my labia open. I feel so exposed, so open, so vulnerable. Then he flicks my clit, it’s just the slightest touch, but my back arches off the table from the surge of sensation, making everything inside me clench. I hear a rumble deep in his chest.
“I can play with this sweet body for hours, baby doll.” Every erogenous zone roars to life with the promise. He slides his finger inside me again. I’m panting now, dying from the slow torture. I grip him tightly with my walls. I need more. “My cock hurts, you know that Gwen? I’m so damn hard.”
I let out another soft whimper. That is exactly what I need.
“Please, Bull, do it.” I beg him. I’ll beg him over and over, that’s how bad I want him.
“No, baby doll. I’m not going to fuck you.”
I whimper again. Now it’s me who hurts.
With both his hands now holding me open and my thighs spread wide, he takes a seat between my legs. “I’m going to bury my face in your pussy. I’m going to suck on your clit.” He lowers his face and drags his tongue over my entire sex. My entire body tenses as it roars its approval and screams for more. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue,” he pushes it inside me.
YES. I’m panting wildly now.
“I’m going to eat you until you come all over my face.”
“Oh God…,” my eyes roll to the back of my head and my toes curl.
I’m going to die, this man is going to kill me with orgasms.
When his lips graze over my wetness, I tremble. “So damn good,” he murmurs before he closes his mouth on me, pulls my entire mound in, and sucks.
Three, two, one.
I bite down on my forearm and scream. It’s soooo good. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven, naked with Bull, his mouth on me, his hands touching me, telling me how badly he wants me. I let him take me away with his tongue, his lips, his hands, I le
t go and give in.
He does exactly what he said he was going to. He fucks me with his tongue, pushing me closer to the edge. I’m so close, so, so close. Then he sucks my clit into his mouth, flicks the nub once with the tip of his tongue, and I shatter. It’s massive, it’s perfect, it’s too much, it’s everything and more. It’s Bull in my heart and in my soul.
“This sweet pussy is heaven,” he’s now leaning over me, his mouth at mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him hungrily, feasting on him like he just did me.
“Take your clothes off. It’s my turn,” I tell him, my lips brushing against his, my arms still holding him. Because, just like he said, Lord have mercy, I need more.
“Gwendolyn,” he rasps.
“Now Bull,” I tell him quietly.
Staring into my eyes, he hesitates, fighting with himself, I can see it, although I have no idea why. We’re both adults, it’s obvious we both want this. Something nags at the back of my mind, something I know I don’t want to think about right now. I don’t want anything to ruin this. Pushing it back, I reach down and pull on the hem of his shirt and lift it up. Lust blazes in his eyes before he yanks the shirt from his frame. That was the moment he gave in.
“Stand back. Let me watch you,” I tell him.
Where did this woman come from? Demanding him, telling him to take off his clothes. Telling him I want to suck his cock?
He does what I ask and steps back. I tilt my head to the side and watch as he reveals his massive body to me. Every inch of him is perfection, his thick arms, his broad chest, and as he slides his pants down, his enormous erection makes my vagina stand up and stare. He slides his pants down, and even his thighs, as thick as tree trunks, make my breath catch. He stands still for me, letting me soak him all in. I reach a hand out to him, beckoning him closer. I have to touch him, his chest, his arms, his back, every inch of him.
Because I’m not so sure I’ll get the chance again.
“I want to taste you,” I whisper as I wrap my hand around his thickness and stare into his eyes.
God, they’re wild. Scary and comforting. Him, always him.
“Goddamn, woman,” he growls, and I can feel him swell in my palm.
I shift to my side, slowly lower my mouth to him, and close it around his crown. His flavor explodes on my taste buds, making me moan around him.
He rumbles deep in his chest, fists his thickness, and pulls from my mouth. “Not yet.”
He walks to the end of the table and positions himself between my legs again. My sex pulses with anticipation.
He is going to make love to me.
“I need to see my cock inside you, Gwen. Just once. Let me see it. Just one time.” His voice is tight with need.
Why is he asking me? Doesn’t he know I want it as badly as he does? That I need it just as much as him?
“Yes, Bull. Please. Do it.”
With one hand holding his shaft, he moves closer, then glides it over my slit and through my wetness. I press onto him, needing him inside me. He begins to thrust against me, rubbing himself against me in long, slow drags. He’s so big, so perfect, so good. I meet his movements as his crown rubs my clit. He places a hand on my abdomen and presses his thumb on my sensitive nub as he positions himself at my entrance. My body stills. As he slips the tip inside me, I hug him with my walls as warmth envelopes. This is what I’ve been waiting for. YES, YES, YES. Moments pass, the only sounds are his deep breathing, my heart pounding, and the hum of the refrigerator, as I wait for him to push into me, to seat his big, beautiful cock completely inside me.
“Please more,” I moan.
“Fuck woman,” he growls, and gives me a little more. “This pussy is goddamn magic.”
He’s filthy, but he is my filthy.
Then he’s gone. My eyes fly open and he’s standing at the side of the table.
“Come here, baby doll. You’re going to suck my cock now. And I’m going to feast on that magical pussy of yours again while you do.”
I’m disappointed. He has his reasons, they’re stupid reasons, but still. It doesn’t matter, what he’s giving me is so much more than I’d ever imagined. I shift to hang my head off the side of the table to take him in my mouth.
“Lift your knees, Gwen. I want everything.”
I do. As a tremor ripples through me and another surge of desire seeps from me, I lift my knees up to my chest. He kisses me on my mouth, leaves a trail over my breasts, down my abdomen, to my mound. His arms rest on my legs holding them in place. I take hold of his length with one hand as I pull him to me with the other fed around his tight ass. When I run my tongue along the length of his shaft, he moans. I close my mouth over him, swirl my tongue around the rim of his head, and begin to suck.
“Goddamn,” he growls.
For now, he’s mine. I will take everything he gives me, and give him everything he wants. Because right now might be all I have.
With every thrust of his hips giving me him, I know right now he is mine.
His mouth is sucking me, licking me, feasting on me with fevered hunger. His finger is thrusting into me, twisting and turning, rubbing me in all the right places. When his hold gets firmer on my legs, holding me still, I feel him teasing my back hole. It spikes my need even higher. I suck him harder, hungrier, wanting him so far inside me, a piece of him will always be there. He moans against me as I feel him press into the virgin tightness of my rear entrance. Sensations I never knew existed explode inside me lighting the fuse that’s going to blow me apart.
“I want to fuck you everywhere,” he growls against me.
I want you to.
He’s filling me up, in my mouth, my pussy, my ass, he’s everywhere inside me, possessing me, owning me. Taking me.
Even if it’s only for now.
Even if he doesn’t always want me. He has me right now.
And I have him.
His fingers thrust in and out of me, my body immobilized by his holding me in place, making me take everything he’s giving me. When he closes his lips on my clit once again, sucking, flicking, nibbling, my orgasm starts as a far off rumbling, accelerating with each thrust of his fingers, in and out of my ass, in and out of my pussy, deeper, and deeper, and deeper, until it breaks, and I’m shoved over the edge. I scream around his thickness, take his balls in my other hand, and squeeze. That triggers the avalanche of his own orgasm. He stills in my mouth pressed to the back of my throat as far as I can take him, his body rigid against mine. He fills up my mouth with his release and I swallow every single drop.
When we’re both limp from the intensity of what we just shared, he lifts from me. My body is humming with the aftershocks of what we just experienced. He pulls me up so I’m sitting, and turns me. Now with my front facing him, and my legs dangling off the side of the table, he lifts my camisole from the floor and feeds it over my head. Next my shorts. He drags them up my legs, lifts me from the table and sets my feet on the floor, then pulls them in place. Then he dresses. Quickly.
This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
A wall has come down between us shutting him out.
“Bull...,” I begin.
“No, Gwen. Don’t,” he’s cold and distant.
That just pisses me off. I fold my arms across my chest and glare at him.
“Is that how it’s going to be?”
“How what’s going to be?” he replies with a sting to his tone.
I wave a hand between us. “This.”
He smirks at me. “There is no this, darlin’. You got what you wanted. I did too.” My mouth drops open at his callousness. “Now run along upstairs like good girl. You’ve got a taste,” he smirks again, “of what making ten babies is gonna need.”
I slap him. Hard. My hand automatically raises up and lands on his cheek. “I hate you.”
A look passes over his face, but is wiped away with his arrogant smirk again.
“Good. Go, Gwen. And don’t ever come back down looking like that again,” h
is tone is cold and hard. But it’s his words. They say something else. I stare at him for a moment as the contradiction of what he just said settles. “Unless you need to practice some more. I sure don’t mind killing time like that.” He gives me another asshole smirk.
Hurt and shame engulf me. I don’t say anything more as I turn and leave with what little pride I can scrape from the floor. When I get to my bedroom, I lock the door. I know it’s unnecessary, he’ll never come in here. Maybe it’s to keep me in. I crawl under the covers and start to cry.
CHAPTER 15
Bull
What in the hell did I do?
I caved. I got one look at her and lost all self-control. I tried, damn, did I try, but when she looked at me with those big eyes of hers, her want and need staring me in the face, I couldn’t restrain myself. It took hold of my hunger, smirked its sweet little smile at me and promised the most satisfying relief. I needed a taste. Her perfect tits begging to be licked, those damn little shorts giving me a peek at her sweet lips. I touched, then I tasted. Then one taste turned into two, then three, then I just had to put my dick inside that magic pussy of hers. I had to feel her, just one time. God knows I wanted more, needed more, enough to last me the rest of my life. I wanted to fill her up, lose my cock inside her heat, needed to imprint myself within her. It would have been so easy, just one push of my hips and I’d be home. She felt like home, like every place I’ve been looking for. I told myself it would only be one taste. I almost took it. Hell, she begged me to.
Thank God I didn’t.
What we did was bad enough.
Ten babies kept repeating on a loop in my damn head. Seeing her with a family, her family and her children. It would be perfect. But it won’t be. Not for me. Not her with another man. Family, the one thing no one could ever take from you. Even if you destroy them.
Family. Something I’ll never have.
I couldn’t even be in the same house as them this morning. I know there’s going to be hell to pay with Mrs. Merriweather. I’ll gladly pay it so I didn’t have to see the look of hurt and shame I put on Gwendolyn’s face with my shitty words. I had no choice. I shouldn’t have given in; I can’t get close.
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