“I can still remember the taste of your sweetness on my tongue, Em. And fuck me, do I want to gorge myself on you.”
He suddenly lifts me up from the tub, causing me to squeal as he lays down flat on his back and practically rolls me on top of him. I’m sitting on his wet chest, a devious grin and tattooed skin staring back at me.
“Let me make you feel good. Ride me.”
“What?” I murmur.
“Sit on my face.”
My eyes widen, my cheeks turning red. “But …”
“No buts—” he growls, and then he grabs my ass and pulls me toward him, covering his mouth with my pussy.
Oh, god.
Out of all things I could imagine happening, this was definitely not on the list. But boy, when he starts sucking and licking, does it feel good. His tongue expertly circles around my clit, his teeth sometimes nibbling it a little bit, causing pure bliss in my core. The way he sucks and groans quickly brings me to the edge. He’s just that good. When his tongue dips in and out of my pussy, I start moving along with him, unable to control myself.
“Fuck yes,” he murmurs into my flesh. “Ride my face, baby.”
Those filthy words are like a drug to me.
Heat is building between my legs, my wetness probably dripping down his chin, but I really don’t give a shit. All I can think of is his tongue stroking me, and his fingers digging into my skin as he holds me tight, pushing me onto his face, as if he wants me to smother him. I’m actually riding him, my hips moving along to the feel of his mouth cupping my pussy.
“Oh, my god …” I mutter. “I think …”
“Fuck yeah, come all over me,” he growls, biting my nub.
I gasp, and then the shocks come as he continues to lap me up, sucking up every last bit my body has to give to him. I’m quaking on top of him, weak, almost ready to tumble over and then let him fuck the shit out of me. Yeah, I’ve gone that crazy.
“So fucking good,” he says after the last, tingly lick. He throws me a cheeky look from under his lashes. “Did I please you, Mistress?”
“Oh, Jesus …” I chuckle, crawling off him.
“Make that ‘Oh, Chris’ next time, and I might give you another round.”
Before I have time to respond, he swoops me up, and within a few seconds, we’re standing near the back of the tub, my face against the wall, nipples perky from the cold touch.
“C’mere,” he growls, grabbing my breasts with greed, squeezing them as if they’re his toys. “You’re all mine; you know that, right?” he lisps in my ear.
I nod, delirious with need as his hand slides down my bare ass, spreading my cheeks.
“No one else’s. All mine,” he repeats.
And then I can hear his pants drop. Soon after, he tears his shirt off too, casting it aside. When I feel his ripped body against mine, I melt into a puddle.
His rigid cock pushes between my ass cheeks, bouncing up and down from the sheer pleasure of touching me. And I love feeling it … his desire to have me, and only me, for himself.
“God, I want to fuck you so badly …” he groans.
I bite my lip as he slides my wet hair aside and pecks the back of my neck. “Do it.”
“Do what? This?” He sucks on my earlobe while one hand slides down and between my legs again, while the other fondles my nipple. “Or this.” He releases my earlobe, only to pinch my clit. “Or do you want something else, maybe?”
“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”
He grins against my skin. “Oh … my pleasure …”
Not even a second later, he pushes into my pussy, filling me completely.
A gasp leaves my mouth along with a loud moan, as I didn’t expect him to come in so fast, so hard. But I love it all the same. The roughness of his hands gripping my waist, the feel of his thickness pushing into me, the touch of his thumb grazing my nipple. God, it’s all too much to even think straight.
My lips part, hungry for more, as he thrusts in and out of me as if he owns me completely; a gruff groan accompanies each thrust, turning me on even more. My wetness coats him with ample lubrication, allowing him to slide into me with ease.
“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock,” he growls into my ear. “Can you feel how much I want you?”
“Yes …” I moan.
I’m letting his strength completely overtake mine, and I don’t even mind. With my back against his chest, he shoves me against the wall. His hands are all over me, touching me anywhere he can, as if I’ve given him a free pass. Maybe I have handed it to him on a platter. At the moment, I’m too enraptured by his very essence; the way he moves inside me, how he completely absorbs me. My brain has turned off and the focus lies solely on pleasure. It’s so good that I might come again just from his cock alone.
“You’re moaning so loud … Like it so much, huh?” he muses.
“Oh, fuck …” I squeeze my legs tight to increase the pressure building inside, and it makes him even harder.
“Fuck yes, keep doing that,” he says. “You gonna come again?”
I nod as he presses another lusty kiss on my cheek, my mouth inching toward his, desperate to connect. We kiss, our tongues mixing and mingling with heat as his cock begins to pulse. He bites my lip hungrily, grabbing my hips with both hands to thrust even deeper. And then it happens. Pure bliss.
I fall apart with my face against the tiles of the bathroom wall, my legs quaking underneath me.
He groans, “Fuck!”
My pussy clamps around his shaft, and then it explodes, cum bursting out. I can feel it fill me up to the brim, jetting inside me multiple times before streaming down my legs as his half-hard cock slides out of me.
He presses an exasperated kiss on my shoulder, worming his way into my heart again. Between huffs and puffs, we exchange tired looks. His sweet smile gives me butterflies. A yawn escapes my mouth, and he chuckles.
Then he suddenly picks me up in his arms, making me squeal. “Let’s go to bed. You need some sleep.”
Over his shoulder, he carries me to my bedroom and lays me down under the blankets. I only catch half of what he does because I’m so goddamn tired I could sleep for days. I don’t know where this sudden need for rest has come from. Maybe from the fact that a stranger attacked me after a long day at work and a few drinks afterward, and then on top of that, I had sex with Chris. Or maybe a few drinks were a few too many. Who knows. Drowsy, I close my eyes and enjoy floating on the lingering sparks of passion.
And before I fall into a deep slumber, I only barely notice the hand that curls around my stomach and pulls me closer toward safety. Toward heaven.
But it definitely was there.
Or am I dreaming now?
Chapter 32
Chris
Age 17
I watched her from a distance, hiding her tears in her scarf as she stood over her father’s grave. I wasn’t allowed to go to the funeral. They didn’t want me to make it even more difficult than it already was for her, and I agreed. I didn’t make a fuss. I was actually relieved that I didn’t have to face the destruction I’d caused.
I killed her father.
Maybe not directly, but my words made him commit suicide.
It’s been months since the funeral, but the images are still lodged in my mind.
I wish I could undo what I did, but it’s too late for that.
All I can do now is try to stay out of her way.
She hates me. I can see it in her eyes whenever she spots me … the need to erase me from her thoughts. And I don’t blame her … I deserve it all.
Since his death, my mother has moved back into my father’s house, looking for support. She had nobody else but us. Of course, being the forgiving man that he is, my father accepted her back. Maybe not with open arms, but I could definitely tell he still loved her. We all did. Despite her leaving our family, we needed her back.
She came back and brought Emily to our house as well. I knew it was because she didn’t have anywhere else to go, but she didn’t want to be with us. Not in a million years.
Except she had no one left to care for her.
So my mother did what she thought was right. Since she was shortly married to her father, she had legal custody over Emily, which meant she could come live with us.