“You won’t do it,” she urges, reaching for the waistband of my jeans and pulling me closer to her so that my erection is pressed against her stomach.
“You do things like this, fight for me and my son, and then you expect me to stay away from you. You look at me like I’m everything and like I’m nothing at the same time. I can’t decide if you love me or hate me; because if you loved me as much as you say you do, you wouldn’t be able to hide from it, just like I’m not,” There is fire ignited in her brown eyes as she looks up at me. “I can’t pretend you don’t exist. I’ve tried to but you are everywhere and even when you’re not physically in my face, you go and do shit like you did last night. I’m not yours, right? So stop acting as if I am because I can’t handle it anymore. I can’t handle pretending I don’t want you, that I don’t crave you as if you’re some kind of drug. I can’t go on pretending I don’t wish every single second of every single day that I could rewind time and still be yours.”
“Shut up,” I growl, taking her chin in my hand and forcing her to stare straight into my eyes. “You’ll always be mine even when you’re temporarily someone else’s.” I drop the hand that was above her head and grab her hip, angling her so she moves against my crotch.
“You will always be mine,” I repeat.
“You understand me Reese’s?”
Her hand slides from the button of my jeans to my dick and closes around me. I shut my eyes biting back a slew of curses as her touch strips me of all the restraint I was banking on.
“This is mine,” she purrs, leaning into me, her feet on tip toe so she can whisper her claim into my ear. “You understand me, Bianci?”
I fucking understood loud and clear and I showed her how much I understood by gripping her hips and lifting her into the air. I settle her on top of the sink, spread her legs, and lodged my way between them. She lets out an exhilarated gasp as she wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
“Too late to turn around and walk away, Reese’s,” I murmur, as I drive my fingers through her hair, closing my fist around the silky strands and tugging so that her head was where I wanted it. She opens her mouth to respond but I swallow her response when my mouth crashes onto hers. That’s all it took, just my mouth on hers, to ignite the fire that had been simmering for the last four years. My mouth assaulted hers, my teeth grazed her lips, my tongue lapped at the seam of her mouth, and when granted access, I completely devoured her mouth. I left no fucking crevice untouched by my tongue, greedy motherfucker I was, but her taste was driving me wild. She was just as sweet as I remembered, just as tantalizing as her lips worked mine just as hard. It was as if we both were trying to take back the last four years that had been stolen from us.
Her hands were wild as they traveled my body until she gripped my shoulder blades and rocked herself against my abdomen. She was like a fucking firecracker wriggling against me before she went off. Her fingers moved through my hair and I reached behind me taking her wrists and slamming them over her head against the mirrored medicine cabinet. Our mouths broke from one another and I took a step back, still holding her hands over her head as we both panted, gasping for air.
She stared at me, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She kicked off her heels and scooted further back against the sink her legs spread, her skirt riding up her thighs inviting me to the sweetest hell I’d ever known.
I licked my lips before dipping my head to her neck, my teeth grazing her delicate flesh before my lips sucked on her olive skin. She was mine and I was making sure everyone fucking knew that, mainly her. She may own my cock, but fuck, I owned all of her, branding her neck was just the beginning. I’d fucking mark every inch of her body and when I came I’d even leave my mark inside of her.
She half moaned, half panted as my hands ripped apart her shirt. Pretty little buttons that glittered flew around my bathroom as the shirt fell off her shoulders. I tore my mouth from her neck to watch her shrug out of her shirt, reaching behind her eagerly to unclasp her bra. I pushed off the sink and palmed my cock through my pants. I watched her slip the black straps down her arms before letting the lace cups fall, freeing the most perfect set of tits I had laid eyes on.
They say a woman’s body changes after pregnancy, and it’s true by the looks of Adrianna her body had definitely changed. Her breasts were nearly twice the size I remembered them to be. They were once perky and her nipples were small but when she was turned on they’d bud just enough for me to suck on them. Now as I studied them, they were rounder, fuller, the dark skin around her nipples larger and her nipples so erect they looked like they could cut through glass. As I said, the most perfect set of tits I had ever laid eyes on.
I let out a guttural groan, trying to decide where I should put my hands and mouth first. I couldn’t wait to unravel the rest of her and discover the changes to the body of the woman I left behind. I was starting to think all sorts of things, namely Adrianna barefoot and pregnant would be a fantasy of mine from this point forward. If pregnancy had this effect on the rest of her body as it did on her tits then I wouldn’t mind her having a fleet of kids.
I got lost in my thoughts, distracted by my sick fantasies which made her question herself because she wrapped one arm around her breasts shielding them from me. I glanced up, my eyes finding uncertainty in her usually confident face.
I pushed her hand away from her chest and shook my head. “Don’t,” I demanded, hoisting her off the counter, my fingers dug into her ass as I searched her face.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.”
“I’m not the same girl I was before.”
“You’re right,” I said, carrying her out of the bathroom. “You’re better, you’re a woman,” I dipped my head taking her mouth with mine and kissing her tenderly before depositing her onto my couch.
She stared at me, crooking her finger for me to come hither. I knelt next to the couch running my hands along the length of her body, back up the inside of her thighs. I slide the side zipper down her skirt and tug the fabric down her body, growling as she shimmied her hips helping me free her of the skirt. Her hips are wider, waist narrower, and faint lines mark her skin at the top of her lace thong. I bend my head running my tongue along the elastic of her panties, kissing the marks of her body before pulling the scrap of lace down with my teeth. I teased her letting her think I would put my mouth where she craved it most but I pulled away and grabbed her hands, pulling her to her feet. I wanted her on top of me, bouncing those tits of hers in my face as she grinds that pussy of hers over my rock hard cock. I wanted to lean back and watch her fall apart and then I wanted to take her there again and again. I sat down in the armchair by the window and pulled her onto my lap, grabbing her round ass as she rocked against my erection still sheathed by my clothing.
Adrianna was a sight, as she straddled me rocking her pussy against my jeans, desperate for the friction her movements would create. I held her full breasts in my palms, flicking my thumb over the tight bud that was begging for my mouth. I dipped my head taking her nipple between my teeth.
“Fuck,” she hissed, her nails digging into my shoulders as she humped my leg.
“Anthony…I need it,” she begged, as my tongue rounded her nipple before I gave it a good sucking. She threw her head back as my mouth closed over her other breast. “Oh Anthony,” she cried, as I buried my face between her tits, the five-o clock shadow I was sporting tickling her creamy white flesh, leaving slight abrasions along her soft skin.
“It’s been so long,” she panted as her eyes found mine.
“What do you want Reese’s?” I moaned, rolling her nipple between my fingers, giving the tip a tug.
“I need to come,” she whispered breathless. “Make me come,” she pleaded, wrapping one hand around my neck, palming my cock with the other.
I took her face in my hands, closed my mouth over hers, and fucked her mouth until she was pulling my hair frantically. I slid my hands down her sides to her hips where the string o
f lace rounded and hooked my fingers through and tugged them down her legs, stopping at her knees. I tore my mouth from hers and she slid off my lap to slide the panties down her legs, finally stepping out of them. She stood before me naked and I leaned back against the chair, taking her all in. Fuck, she was gorgeous. I didn’t know back then when I first had her how the fuck I got so lucky and I still didn’t all these years later. I did a lot of ugly things, things I’m not proud of, but someone, somewhere, thought I was worthy of all that stood before me.
“Turn around,” I ordered, my eyes piercing hers. I’d give her what she wanted, but she was going to give me what I missed.
She bit down on her lower lip that was swollen from the ravenous beating my mouth was giving hers and slowly turned around. I leaned over, sitting on the edge of the chair and spread my palm wide down the center of her back, all the way down to her ass cheeks. I grabbed hold of her hips and my teeth sank into one cheek before I pressed her back down so she was bent over and that perfect ass was in my face.
My hands spread her legs wide and I palmed her pussy, already drenched for me. I closed my eyes, trying to reign myself in and with my free hand I freed the button on my jeans that had my dick in a vice. I pulled down the zipper and pushed them down my legs. Adrianna looked over her shoulder at me as I stripped and got down on my knees. She tried to turn around and face me but I slapped her ass playfully, turned her back around, and bent her over. I pushed my head between her legs and flipped over onto my back. My hands worked their way up her legs, under her ass as I brought her down onto my face.
She squealed as my tongue slid between the lips of her pussy. She moved awkwardly at first, trying not to shift her body so she wasn’t actually sitting on my face but I wasn’t having it.
“It’s just me,” I whispered against her, my fingers spreading her apart before my tongue took another lap. I wanted her soft, comfortable like the way we used to be. “Ride my mouth,” I ordered roughly, pressing my thumb against her clit.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, and as if it was second nature, she moved her hips against my tongue. I had tasted her innocence all those years ago, and tonight I reclaimed it, stroke by stroke, lick by lick, it was just like the first time. I reacquainted myself with the taste I would forever crave. She was heaven. She was hell. She was everything forbidden and everything that was always so tempting.
I slid my index finger and middle finger into her pussy, pumping it to the rhythm she loved, the one I’d never forget, as I sucked on her clit. She started to jerk, her pussy grinding against my face, the scent of her everywhere, driving me fucking insane.
“I’m going to come,” she whimpered, as I slipped a third finger inside stretching her. Her pussy clamped down around my hand, as she shuddered against my tongue.
I groaned, sounding like a fucking animal salivating over his prey. Her body stilled as she cried out, every nerve in her body sensitive and humming with pleasure. I withdrew one finger at a time as she came down from her orgasm, still keeping my mouth on her, feathering kisses over her sensitive flesh.
“That right there is everything,” I said, as she sat on my chest laid back across my body, her head on my lap as she tried to catch her breath. I leaned back, my weight resting on my elbows as I took her in. Her legs still spread, her pussy on display, wet and swollen. My dick felt like it would explode.
She lifted her head slightly and peered at me, moving away the strands of hair that stuck to her face damp with her sweat. She gathered all her hair behind her head and wrapped it in a ponytail holder she had on her wrist. Her hair pulled from her face, leaving me speechless as I stared at her all flushed from her orgasm, mouth swollen and eyes shimmering. The girl with the sad eyes was gone and the girl I fell in love with was back.
She rolled onto her stomach, still straddling me, ass in my face and my cock in her hands as she lowered her head.
“Up,” I said, squeezing her ass in the palm of my hand.
Adrianna lifted her head, turning to look at me over her shoulder.
“What?”
“I waited a real long time to sink my dick into that mouth of yours and I want to fucking watch your face when you do it,” I said, roughly.
It was true. Getting my dick sucked was one thing, but watching Adrianna suck my dick was a different story. It was the single sexiest thing in the world watching those fucking lips wrap around my cock. She looked at me for a moment before rolling off me. She stood up and looked around the room before walking to the couch and grabbing a pillow and the bottle of whiskey from the table. She stood over me, dropped the pillow onto the floor and took a swig from the bottle, running her free hand down her breasts cupping one of them in her hand. Her nipples were standing at attention, begging me for more play time, but if she didn’t get my dick under control I was going to fucking die.
She strutted around my living room, taking her sweet time, purposely stepping over my face, giving me a glimpse of that wet pussy one more time before she got down on all fours and dipped her head, taking my cock into her mouth.
I groaned loudly, my fingers threading and fisting her hair as my dick disappeared inside of her mouth.
Her lips worked the length, her tongue trailing the underside of my dick until it flicked over the head. She lifted her eyes, locking them with mine and I watched as her tongue wiped away the drippings of my early release. Her lips curved into a wicked grin as she brought me back inside her mouth, closing it tightly around my dick, mimicking the feel of her tight cunt clenching around it. My balls felt heavy, and as pathetic as I felt, I was going to fucking come in her mouth if she kept that up.
It was established early in our relationship I liked watching her whenever I fucked her mouth. Her face was so goddamn gorgeous, those fucking eyes, so hauntingly beautiful, was enough to get me off. Always had been. I lifted my hips, thrusting my cock as far into her mouth as she could take me. Once. Twice. I may have been the one fucking her mouth but she was fucking me with her eyes.
She pulled my dick from her mouth, her lips plump and pursed as she took my engorged head and rubbed it against her nipples. Holy Fuck!
She moaned, grinding her pussy against my leg as she brushed my cock across her breasts, nipple to nipple. I felt like I was out of control, hanging on by a thread, I pushed her hand away and wrapped my hand around my dick.
“Press your tits together,” I managed to say breathlessly.
“Now.”
She cupped her tits in her hands and pushed them together, the mounds of flesh spilling over her tiny hands. I watched as she pinched her nipples and I guided my cock between her breasts, lifting and lowering my hips as my cock slid up and down between those glorious tits.
I used to lay in my cell and dream of this, night after night, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her pussy dripping on my leg, my dick lodged between her tits…it was my fucking nirvana.
My dick throbbed and that was it, one more thrust and I took hold of my dick as I shot my load all over her tits. She rocked her pussy against my leg harder, faster, and came right along with me. It was fucking bliss.
I dropped my head back against the wood floor as she whimpered and panted.
“Holy fuck,” I muttered, staring up at the ceiling trying to fill my lungs with air. I felt her move off me and I reached out and squeezed her thigh.
“Where are you going?” I asked taking in a deep breath.
“Anthony, look at me,” she responded, almost laughing. I lifted my head, and saw her staring down at her chest painted with my seed. She lifted her playful eyes to mine and laughed.
“Shit, I’m sorry baby,” I said, sitting up.
“The only thing you should be sorry about is that you still haven’t fucked me,” she replied, her eyes shining with mischief as she patted my chest affectionately. “It’s okay…,”
“Fuck it is,” I huffed, gripping her hips and lifting her off me. I stood up, pulling her to her feet. I wasn’t done with her, and even with my cock s
wollen from just coming, it was still unsatisfied.
I grabbed her face and dipped my head, closing my mouth over hers. I sucked her lip between mine slipping my tongue over hers and sweeping her mouth. Her fingers curled into my hipbone when I slowly pulled away from her.
“Let’s get you cleaned and fucked,” I said, before touching my lips gently to hers. I lifted her into my arms and carried her towards my bathroom. I ignored the nagging voice in my head that this was all a mistake. Taunting me that I should end it now, that I’d wake up tomorrow with the false sense of hope, when in reality this couldn’t be, not again. Never again.
I placed her down on her feet and pulled back the shower curtain, turning on the water, adjusting it to the way she liked it. She gave me a weary stare before stepping under the spray letting the water soak her body. I watched, inhaling sharply, as she tilted her head under the spray and pulled her hair out of the ponytail letting it cascade down her slender back.
I stepped into the shower, closing the curtain behind me and leaving the dark thoughts that tried to invade this moment outside the shower. I reached for the body wash, pouring it into the palm of my hand and then slid my lathered hands over her body. She leaned into me, her back against my chest as my hands massaged her breasts, cleaning myself from her and at the same time, igniting her fire again. She reached behind her, wrapped her arm around my neck, and looked over her shoulder at me.
“I missed you, Anthony. I missed us,” she whispered, totally gutting me.
I swallowed hard and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose as my soapy hands worked circles down her belly, my fingertips teasing between her legs, seeking her acceptance.
“I missed you too,” I whispered against her ear, taking her earlobe between my teeth. Her legs slid open and I watched her eyes close as my fingers drew lazy circles over her pussy. Her hand closed over my wrist, moving my hand, telling me what she wanted. I slid a finger inside of her about to shove another one in when she turned around, eyes wide.
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