She laughs. “Neither will I.” Then she pushes away from me. “I want to look at what you wrote on me.”
“Alright, I’ll set you down, just don’t put any weight on your leg.” I lower her down and she gets settled on one leg. “Hold onto me.”
She does with one hand as she begins to examine the writing covering her skin.
She doesn’t say anything as her fingers trace the black letters scrawled across her flesh.
My dick starts to swell as I watch her, going right back to the session.
It was so fucking erotic.
Seductive under her arm.
Lust at one hip bone.
Desire at the other.
Want above her heart.
Take up one inner thigh.
Possession up the other.
Hunger across her mound.
She looks up at me, her eyes hooded and her lips parted, as she touches the marking behind her ear.
“Kiss,” I whisper.
She blushes.
“And behind my knee?” her voice is low and sultry.
“Lick,” I murmur. The husky sound of my growing need is loud and clear.
She pulls her lip between her teeth as the water rains down on her, drops dripping from her eyelashes and over her cheeks.
“Can I see it when you’re finished?” she asks.
“Yes,” I reach over and grab the soap, then lather my hands.
My cock is standing straight up again, hard and stiff between us as I wash her curves and slip my hands in her intimate creases, cleaning away the residue of the session. All except for the words.
When I finish with her, she washes me from her prone position against the wall. Her touch, gentle, soft, commanding, does something to me, it unravels a dark, dusty forgotten place inside me, it almost hurts.
When she runs a hand down my shaft and cups my balls with the other, I grab her wrists.
“It’s time for bed, princess.”
I wrap a towel around my waist before I dry her, then carry her to my bed.
My initial plan was to put her in a guest bedroom.
I can’t do that now. Not after what we’ve shared.
This time, I worship her again, licking her body from head to foot, kissing her secret places. Her moans and whimpers are the sweetest fucking sounds. Until I take her again. Her cries begging for God and mercy are much fucking better.
Summer
CHAPTER 13
My body protests as I stretch.
My naked body.
Then I freeze when I remember where I am and what happened last night.
The portraits.
Naked.
The marker.
Words.
Cheesecake.
Hunger.
The Tub.
…a taste of what it’s like to be mine.
Sweet baby Jesus!
His cock piercing.
Oh God, yes, yes, YES.
The things he said…nipple clamps…butt plug…what he told me to do… open your fucking legs…let me see what’s mine.
Shitshitshit!
It was just sex.
My entire body instantly hums with need remembering everything.
THAT was not just sex.
Technically, part of it was.
That’s what you’re going to act like it was when you’re face to face with Rock.
But THAT, that was not just sex. It was a life changing, mind altering, make you pass out experience. Never in my life have I experienced anything that intimate, that powerful, that incredible. Sex had never, ever been like that, but was only my duty.
But you can’t act like that with him, you’ve got to be calm. Just sex.
Right. That’s the plan. No big deal. Just normal every day sex.
I want some more of that no big deal, every day, just sex.
I don’t dare open my eyes, not yet, I’m not ready. The vivid memories and images crashed down on me and instantly made me wide awake, but I lie in Rock’s bed, this big comfortable haven of carnal pleasure, not moving.
The way he took me here. GOOD GOD, he consumed me completely. I couldn’t think, his touch, his mouth, his magical cock turned me into an endless orgasm.
I can feel him all around me as his scent fills my senses and his presence envelopes me. But I know I’m alone in his bedroom, he must be somewhere else in the house, probably the kitchen from the sound of things. I hear things bang and doors close. Then it’s quiet.
My heartrate accelerates and my ears prick listening for sounds to tell me where he’s at and what he’s doing.
I open my eyes and glance around. The first thing I notice is how beautiful the room is. The furniture is dark, heavy woods and everything is in earth tones, the beds four posts look like tree limbs with mosquito netting hanging loosely at each corner. The room is huge with a seating area in front of a large stone fireplace. But the artwork in here, that’s what stands out the most. These pieces are stunning, in reds and golds and umber. They must be a series from the same sitting. They’re not focused, but all blurry, but that’s part of the beauty, the movement, the curves, the flow, they’re gorgeous. I almost feel jealous because a woman touched him so much he was inspired to create these. Because of her.
I want to have that kind of effect on him.
The door is open a crack. And Rock is coming through it.
The door slowly opens and he enters. His intense gaze is focused on me as he approaches. I can feel my eyes widen and my nipples tighten with each of his steps.
Can he look any freakin’ hotter?
Tousled morning hair, shirtless, and lounge pants hanging so low, I can see his happy trail starting in the valley of the V between his hipbones. Every single one of my erogenous zones are standing at attention, even ones I didn’t know I had.
“Good morning, princess,” he smirks.
“Good morning. What’s so funny?” I ask from behind the blanket held up to my face and covering half of it.
“Nothing is funny. I’m just thinking about how I’m going to test out that leg of yours to see if it’s all better.”
Pulse, clench, tighten!
“What do you mean?” my mouth has miraculously dried up, and it seems all the moisture in my body is gathering between my thighs.
“Before I let you go, princess, I’m going to show you a little more of what it means to be mine.” He clasps the blanket between my clenched hands and slowly lowers it to just below my bare breasts. “That is what you asked for, isn’t it?”
Yes, yes, yes!
I don’t answer, at least not with words.
I can feel the heat of his stare over the skin of my breasts before his fingers clasp both my nipples between them.
“Fuck, Summer,” he says roughly.
Hot desire shoots through me straight to my loins.
If this is the last time he’s going to use me, the last time I get to experience sex like it is with him, then I’m going to get everything I can out of him. Just one more indulgence, once more I’ll allow myself. It’s just sex.
I lower the blanket and pull it off me.
The words he marked me with, dark and demanding, give me the courage I need. “Use me Rock, use me like your whore.”
His eyes shoot to mine. They’re dark and penetrating, and the way he’s looking at me makes me quiver.
“Is that what you want princess?” he asks as his fingers work their magic on my nipples.
My chest rises and falls with my heavy breathing.
“Yes.”
I can see his jaw tense as he pinches my nipples and another hot dose of desire shoots right through me. His eyes flash with heat as a slow smirk lifts his lips.
“Open those legs then, princess, and spread your lips. Let me see my pretty pussy.”
My sex responds to the filthy command, clenching and pulsing, hungry and needy.
Slowly I lift my knees and let them fall open and drop to the sides. My eyes never leave his face, hi
s never leave my sex as I slide my hands over my hips and pull my lips open. I’m wet, slick, and getting wetter with each beat of my heart. The only thing going through my mind is the demand, Please fill me. Not only is my sex begging for it, but he’s awakened sensations in my bottom that long for his touch.
I want him to take my ass too.
Extending a finger, he circles it through my slickness and around me clit.
I take in a deep breath, close my eyes, and sigh.
“What a hungry cunt you have, princess. And fucking beautiful,” he rasps out as he slips his finger inside me.
Every muscle in the lower half of my body clenches around his single digit, needing more. Even my toes curl.
“But do you know what the sexiest thing is?” he thrusts his finger slowly in and out from between my spread open lips, his eyes bearing into mine.
“What?” I whisper.
“Me all over your body. Every letter I wrote on your flesh is my branding on you, my mark. I’m a part of you now, princess.”
His words touch a place inside me, it’s so deep, I thought it was dead, I’d tried to kill it. The searing feeling punctures my heart.
My nipples tighten to hard peaks as a tremor ripples through me. He doesn’t miss it, his eyes dart to gaze at them and his grin widens.
With his finger still inside me he steps closer to my head, lowers his pants, and fists his erection.
“I’m so fucking hard for you. Suck my cock.”
My mouth waters as I turn my head to the side, lick my lips, and open my mouth slowly. I don’t take my eyes from his face, I can’t. I have to see what he’s feeling; I have to watch him looking at me.
“Goddamn it, Summer, you want to, don’t you?” Rock growls, his eyes transfixed on my mouth.
My sex pulses again.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“You’re killing me, princess,” he grits out and adds another finger inside me.
I grip him tightly with my inner walls as I lean in to run my tongue along the rim of the head of his shaft.
“Take it,” he palms the back of my head as I open wide and suck him into my mouth. “So sweet, so hot,” he moans as his hips match the thrusting of his fingers inside me. “Rub your clit, princess,” he growls, never stopping the in and out of my wetness.
My eyes shoot to his. His gaze is hot need. For me. Never have I felt wanted and hungered for like Rock makes me feel. He’s not just looking at me, he’s seeing inside me, penetrating me with his eyes and touching my soul. My mouth is full of his cock, his fingers are filling me, and I have never felt as sexy and adored as I do right at this moment. I shift my hands so one holds my lips open as I begin to rub my hungry clit with the other. My eyelids close and I moan deeply around his hardness.
“Fuck,” he hisses as his head dips back and he pushes his length down my throat, his palm still gripping my head. He pulls out with his hand pumping his shaft. “Take my balls in your mouth, princess, because I’m going to shoot my cum all over your gorgeous tits.”
Eagerly, like the whore I told him I wanted to be, I suck his sacks one at a time into my mouth as my finger greedily rubs my clit. His fingers thrust hungrily into my sheath as his fist pumps his cock hard. I want to come with him just when his cream lands all over my skin.
“Yes, princess, just like that,” he growls.
When the first drop of cum lands on my breast, my orgasm rips through me. I scream around the wrinkled skin of his balls in my mouth.
“My sweet little whore, that’s what you were waiting for,” he moans as he explodes shot after shot all over me.
Yesyesyes!
I whimper. I whimper like a dog in heat around his tight sack in my mouth.
He fists my hair and pulls my head away.
“Time to test out that knee of yours, princess. You’re going to sit that sweet pussy on my face.”
No, fuck me instead.
He grins wickedly. “That’s only the beginning.”
He climbs up the bed over my body, and kisses me. His mouth devours mine, not caring about morning breath, nothing matters except sex, fucking, and coming, taking and devouring, possessing and owning. Hovering above me, he rubs his cum all over my front, I rub myself all over his hand, then he pulls his mouth from mine only to give me his hand. I lap his cream from his palm until every drop is gone.
Rolling to the side and pulling me on top of him, he commands me, “Get that cunt on my face, princess. Now.”
He’s so filthy. For me!
He guides me so I’m poised straddling his face. His hands don’t leave my hips, his gaze fixed on me intently, reading, watching, making sure I’m not in pain, assessing me for any signs of discomfort.
I grip the headboard and look into his eyes as he lies beneath me. A slow smile spreads across my face as I lower myself to his mouth.
“That’s it, ride my fucking face, princess,” he growls before he begins to feast on me.
And I do, I ride his face, I rub myself all over his mouth, lips, and tongue. I checked all reservations and propriety at the door last night. When I shed my clothes for the sitting, my inhibitions went with them.
He holds me firmly until I come, sucking on my clit, pulling my lips into his mouth feverishly, and plunging into me with his tongue.
But I need more.
So much more.
I fall onto him. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close, cradling my head with his big hand, teasing my mouth with his tongue as he rubs my wetness all over my face.
We’re savages, horny, insatiable beasts.
“How’s your knee?” he whispers roughly, his mouth against mine.
“Good. Fine,” I breathe out heavily.
“Are you sure, princess?” he holds my face between his two big hands and peers intently into my eyes.
My heart swells and my body trembles.
This is just sex, don’t look at me like that. How am I supposed to keep it only physical when you touch me that way?
“Yes, I’m sure.”
He could do whatever he wants to me. I want him to do whatever he wants, everything he wants. I want all of it. And more.
“Good. Because I’m going to fuck you. On your knees, princess, face on the bed, and give me that pussy and ass. I’m going to play with it.”
OH. MY. GOD!! No other man will come close after him. He’s going to ruin me. I’ll never be satisfied with anyone else again.
Rock pulls my face to his and kisses me, his tongue plunging into my mouth, hungrily, completely. He makes me feel wanted, desired, adored. He might be the filthiest man I’ve ever met, but he worships me with his lust.
I lift from him and get on my knees, lower my face to the bed, cheek resting on the cool sheet. I close my eyes as a tremor of erotic anticipation slithers through me. My breath catches as I feel him settle himself behind me, his still erect shaft pressed firmly between my cheeks, and his piercing promising to blow my mind.
I’ve died and gone to sex heaven. Whatever I did to deserve this, thank you!
His hands gently lay on my hips. His touch feels so good, hard yet soft, gentle yet powerful, commanding yet giving. I rub my ass against him, his soft hair tickling me and reminding me of his subdued power.
“You know, princess,” he caresses me with one hand, “I tried to stay away from you.” His fingers begin to glide lightly through my folds. “I watched you,” they travel up through my wetness to my back entrance, “and I wanted you,” he traces circles around the tight hole, “but I was going to stay away.”
My heart is pounding wildly and my body is vibrating with need.
It’s just sex, but you can ask, Summer.
“Why?”
He dips his finger inside my slickness.
“Because I thought I would scare you. We would scare you.” He grips my hips firmly, squeezing the meaty flesh, as his thumbs trace the crease between my cheeks all the way down over my mound.
I would scare you…we would sc
are you…
I dig my nails into the mattress.
“And now?” I ask breathless.
He pushes one thumb into my sheath as the other presses onto the puckered ring of muscle of my ass.
“It seems I was wrong about you, princess.”
I feel him penetrating the tightness as he circles the other thumb already inside me.
“Wrong that I wouldn’t want this?” I pant.
His thumb begins to thrust in and out of my rear as the other continues its delicious circles.
“Yes,” his voice is rough.
I’m going to put it out there, let him know I know.
“That I would be scared of what you and your friends do?” I whisper.
His movements stumble but don’t stop.
“Yes,” his hard-on swells more against me.
I begin to rock back onto him. He thrusts deeper and firmer. I circle and grind.
His hips press into me.
I moan. I moan so loud.
He lays a hand on my back as he presses two fingers into my ass.
“How’s that, princess?” his voice is husky.
“Good,” I breathe out.
“So, so wrong about you…,” he moans as he thrusts in and out of my ass.
I meet his movements, rubbing myself on him, trying to get enough friction on my clit to come.
“Time for me to fuck you, princess,” he growls.
So good…
With his fingers still penetrating my ass, he presses his hardness completely into my pussy. “Take my cock,” he commands gruffly.
All I want is for him to fuck me hard and deep in both my holes. I’m nothing but hunger, need, want, desire, lust.
SO FULL. SO WONDERFULLY FULL. Dear God, and that piercing. SO GOOOOOD.
I lean back and start to move.
Never have I had so many sensations, I’ve never felt so filled, so complete.
“That’s it, princess, fuck me. Fuck me until you scream my name,” Rock growls, circling my hips on him.
So good, it’s so much, he’s so perfect, so filthy, so perverted, so delicious, and knows exactly what I need.
He grabs my shoulder with his free hand as his thrusts become hungrier and more demanding.
I’m immobile.
I can only take everything he’s giving me.
And it’s incredible.
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