Chapter 8 - Rachel Part 1 (1/2)
Rachel approaches River's door, not knowing what to expect on the other side.
She takes a deep breath as she raises her freshly manicured hand, protecting the nails he seemed so keen on her getting.
”BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.”
She finds herself holding her breath as she waits, listening to the footsteps as they approach.
She turns to look and looks at her car, knowing she could walk away right now.
No one would ever know she was here.
”Click.”
The sound of his deadbolt unlocking snaps her eyes back to the front door.
She's so nervous and she doesn't know why, she's hooked up with plenty of guys.
But, something just feels different here.
She finally breathes as the door opens, her eyes running up and down his body.
Stopping at his obvious bulge, unable to look away.
”Hello darlin.”
I say with an innocent smile as my eyes run over her body.
Her lips are covered with a coat of cherry red lipstick, showcasing just how thick and full her lips are.
She has a matching set of cherry red coffin nails, just long enough to keep be sėxy but not sŀutty.
The red, tight halter top she's wearing can bȧrėly contain her DD brėȧsts.
The black, high-waisted pencil skirt outlines her long legs, which lead to a pair of black stilettos.
”Goddamn darlin, you did everything I asked.”
I say as I lick my lips and look into her eyes.
”Well, I didn't wanna disappoint you.”
She says softly as she looks into his eyes, knowing this innocent act is total bullshit.
”Come in, beautiful.”
She takes a deep breath as she steps inside, smelling the faint scent of weed and good cologne.
”So, I understand the whole outfit thing....
But really, what's with the nails?”
She asks as she looks around and sees a still smoking blunt on the coffee table.
I laugh slightly as I walk towards the living room and sit down the couch, getting comfortable before picking up my blunt and hitting it.
”You'll find out soon enough, princess.”
I say with a smile as I take a long hit, offering the blunt to her once I'm done.
She reaches out and takes the blunt, hitting it softly as she watches him.
He's not dressed up at all for her, just wearing a plain black t-shirt and a pair of grey joggers.
I smile as I notice her staring at my bulge.
”So, are you sure that you wanna go through with this?”
I ask as my eyes move to her lips, they just look so damn good.
”Well, I highly doubt that you'll live up to the expectations you set for yourself.”
She says with a slight smile as she hits the blunt one more time, before holding it out for him to grab.
”That's not what I asked, beautiful.”
I say with a laugh as I take the blunt and hit it again.
”I need verbal confirmation that you wanna continue.”
I smile as I lean back and exhale, watching her and the way she's reacting.
She says softly as she blushes and looks into his eyes.
”Good, one more thing before I can begin.”
I say as I hit the blunt one last time, before snuffing it out in the ash tray.
”Your safe word is 'Nautical'. Only use that word if you want to end everything completely. You'll get dressed and leave like nothing ever happened, understood?”
I stand up and look down at her with a wicked smile.
”Yes.... I understand.”
She says softly as she takes a deep breath, not knowing what's gonna happen next.
”Good, are you ready to begin?”
I ask as I take a step towards her and stand inches away, letting my bulge be on display in front of her face.
She practically whimpers as her eyes stay locked on to his bulge.
”Perfect.”
I say as I undo my joggers string and pull them down, releasing my already throbbing ċȯċk.
It's almost touching her lips and I can see the hunger in her eyes.
She can't believe how good his ċȯċk looks.
It's completely shaven and is so big, she is starting to get wet from just the sight of it.
She looks into his eyes as she reaches her hand towards his throbbing manhood.
I laugh slightly as I reach down and wrap my hand around her throat, pinning her head back against the couch with ease.
”As much as I'd love to have those pretty nails wrapped around my ċȯċk, you have to earn the right to touch it.”
”Yes daddy.”
She whimpers as she squirms in his hand, he's taking his time with her and it's driving her fuċkɨnġ crazy.
She wants to taste that ċȯċk, but he won't let her.
I pull away from her neck and look into her eyes, looking into her chocolate brown eyes.
I let go of her throat and stand straight up, gripping the base of my ċȯċk with one hand.
I use the other to grab a handful of her hair, yanking her head back without hesitating.
I climb onto the couch and hold my ċȯċk inches away from her face.
”Open your fuċkɨnġ mouth.”
I snarl as I look into her eyes.
”Yes daddy.”
She whimpers as she opens her mouth, it's practically watering at the thought of tasting his ċȯċk.
I smile as I start from the base and stroke towards the tip, watching as a single drop of pre-cum leaks out.
She goes fuċkɨnġ wild once that first drop hits her tongue, it tastes so good and she needs to taste his ċȯċk.
She starts pulling against his hand, trying to get her lips around his beautiful ċȯċk.
”Daddy, please let me suck your fuċkɨnġ ċȯċk.”
She mȯȧns as she keeps struggling, unable to free herself from his grip.
”You'll have my ċȯċk down your throat soon enough, fuċktoy.”
I snarl as I smack the shit out of her.
”Now, stop fuċkɨnġ fighting me before I hogtie you.”
I growl as I look into her eyes and wipe away the tear running down her face.
”Yes daddy.”
She whimpers as she holds back crying, her face stings and her pussƴ is throbbing.
She loves it though.
”Good whore.”
I snarl as I drop to my knees and yank her ȧss to the edge of the couch, pinning her legs back with ease.
I smile as I see she didn't wear pȧntɨės, looking into her eyes as I wrap my lips around her mount.
I don't hesitate as I use my tongue to find her ċŀɨt, teasing it softly before moving downwards.
I start tracing her dripping hole and it tastes intoxicating.
”Jesus fuċkɨnġ Christ.”
She thinks to herself as his tongue starts teasing her.
Her body is going crazy because his tongue is hitting all the right spots, she can't help but mȯȧn and shake in his mouth.
I wrap my lips around her ċŀɨt, suċkɨnġ softly and using my tongue to flick it.
I position a finger at her little hole, starting to slowing slide it in as I suck harder.
”FUCKK!”
She gasps as his finger slides inside of her and he sucks harder, she's fuċkɨnġ loving every second of this.
She starts grinding her hɨps against his tongue, trying to fuċk his face because it feels so good.
”If you're gonna try to fuċk my face, then we're gonna do it right.”
I say with a smile as I pull my finger out and stand up, flipping her with no problem.
I sit down and put my face underneath her, wrapping my arms around her thɨġhs and pulling her down.
There's no hesitation as I start to tonguefuck her, hooking my tongue into her g-spot as I slap her ȧss.
”JESUS FUCK MEEEEE!!!!”
She screams as she grips the back of the couch, grinding her hɨps against his tongue as hard as possible.