Part 78 (1/2)

”You taste so good, Clara. It drives me wild how much you love this... and how mouthwateringly wet you get, just for me...”

I opened my mouth to reply, but he was sucking on my tender c.l.i.t again, driving me wild. I felt his fingers move, and then he was parting me with one of his digits.

”Your fingers are so big...”

He pushed inward, my p.u.s.s.y tight enough to love the width of his finger. After he primed me briefly, his lips still thrumming against the bead of my pa.s.sion, I felt a second one join the first.

”You're so f.u.c.king tight, babe. I can't wait to have my thick, huge c.o.c.k back inside you...”

His fingers curled in a come hither motion, instantly finding the bundle of nerves that needed him so much. He stroked carefully, drawing his fingers in and out as he pulled his mouth from my hood. His p.u.s.s.y-stained lips planted wet kisses along the seams of my thighs as he worked my body, and then onto the supple flesh of my thighs themselves.

”I need your c.o.c.k, baby. Fill me, please...”

He withdrew from between my thighs, gently leading me back down from the kitchen island. I pulled off my top and unlatched my bra...

I couldn't stop myself.

My fingers dove for his buckle, ripping his pants open grasping his hot, steaming c.o.c.k. I started to part my lips around it, but Dalton stopped me.

”No way, babe. Not tonight. I'm so hot for you right now that I could come down your throat in an instant... and I want it to be inside you.”

I nodded, standing up to pluck the wrapped condom from his teeth.

”Alright then,” I smirked. He watched me with animalistic hunger, clearly turned on by my display of aggression.

Dalton drew me up, his eyes hot with desire. ”That was hot, but I'm in charge,” he informed me, twirling me around and pus.h.i.+ng me up against the nearest wall.

My palms instinctively caught up around my shoulders as he ripped off his clothes, dropping them in a scattered heap all around.

Within an instant, his hot, heavy body was pressed up against mine. With l.u.s.t that only deepened in intensity, I felt small and awed under his pressure.

”f.u.c.k me, Dalton,” I whispered hungrily.

I could swear that he straight up snarled in response as his hand clamped around my hips. The other one stroked his bulbous crown against the slickened lips of my opening.

He lasted a few seconds, teasing my body, until I felt his punis.h.i.+ng length thrust into the steaming gash between my thighs.

”Oh G.o.d, you're so big,” I gasped.

How could I have possibly turned THIS down?

Both of his hands planted against the backs of mine, threading our fingers together as his body pinned me against the wall.

”You aren't leaving again,” he murmured with words laced in pure, fervent h.e.l.lfire.

”No,” I replied. ”Never.”

His pelvis thrust against mine again, and I quivered from my lips down to my toes. I had become so wet with antic.i.p.ation that he was hilting himself up into me.

”NEVER. AGAIN. You belong to ME.”

”That's right, baby,” I moaned with overwhelming satisfaction. ”I'm all yours... I'll never, ever try to leave again...”

His length slammed into my sopping p.u.s.s.y again, hard enough to almost send stars ricocheting through my head. The intense pleasure was crippling my higher brain function, reducing me to a babbling and s.h.i.+vering mess beneath his blazing touch.

”Tell me how badly you need this, Clara. Convince me that you will never put me through this last week ever again.”

”Oh G.o.d, Dalton,” I trembled, ”you f.u.c.k me so good. I'll never go. Not today, not tomorrow, not in a million f.u.c.king years. Your c.o.c.k was made for me. I'm a mess without you. I need you, always and forever. Whatever you want, whatever we'll need, together...”

He pressed his lips to my ear, tugging at the lobe before delivering a kiss that left my entire body wobbly with quaking need.

”That's right, babe... and I will always be here, always ready to protect you... whatever comes, we'll face it. Together.”

I nodded. ”Together.”

Even in my l.u.s.tful haze, I knew what we were doing. We were signing a verbal contract, an unbreakable oath us against the world, forever.

He pulled me from the wall, scooping me into his arms. As he kicked his discarded clothes out of the way and carried me to his bed, I felt the finality of this decision.

When he lowered me down to his sheets, I pushed him onto his back, took his c.o.c.k in my hands, and began to straddle him.

”Wait, Clara, are you sure?”

I smiled down at him, filled with love, longing, and desire... and soon, I knew, I'd be filled with his red-hot seed, too.

As I shoved my hips down hard around his incredible c.o.c.k, feeling him inside me without a shred of hesitation between us, I gasped out our promise once more: ”Together.”

57.

Arrogant Brit

Chapter 20.

With a start, I woke up in the middle of the night. A sluggish glance at the alarm clock nearby told me that it was the wee hours of the morning, and I silently, carefully extracted myself from Clara to pour a gla.s.s of water and clear my head.

Strolling across the apartment, I glanced over at my roommate conked out in the easy chair again, snoring away in front of the television. Wasn't expecting him tonight. That would have sucked if he'd walked in on the s.e.x... He had fallen asleep during a Netflix run, and the next episode was queued up and waiting for a response.

Nope, I thought to myself, clicking the television off. That's a great job almost burning permanent pixels into my nice flat-screen, a.s.shole.

I thought about rustling him from the couch to scamper off to the guest bedroom, but I was in a good mood with the recent revitalization in my relations.h.i.+p, and he wasn't exactly bothering me here.

Just this once, I thought to myself.