Second Chance SEAL(28)

His mouth worked mine, our tongues touching, and something came over me. I didn’t know what it was, but I had to see how far this would go.

He took my hair, pulling me close, kissing me hard. I moaned against his lips as he pulled my shirt off and tossed it away, kissing me again. His mouth moved along my neck as he pulled me to my feet and pushed me against the wall. He took my wrists and pinned them up above my head, holding them there, keeping me firm and steady.

“Is this what you want?” he asked me softly. “Have you been thinking about this?”

“Yes,” I admitted. “Since the day you left.”

“Good. I’ve been thinking about your lips, your breasts, your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock. Fuck, Piper, I’ve been thinking about you sucking me until I come deep in your mouth.”

“I missed you the second you went away,” I heard myself say.

“I missed your taste.” He dropped to his knees and unbuttoned my pants. I moaned as he pulled them down over my ass and began to suck at my pussy over my underwear.

“God, I love this,” he said, breathing deep. “Your smell, your taste. Everything about you.” He yanked my panties down and left them around my knees. His tongue slowly slid up along my wet spot until he found my clit.

I moaned, lacing fingers in his hair as he began to suck and lick me. I was pressed against the wall, his face between my legs. His tongue rolled along my dripping wet pussy, lapping up my juices, licking my clit. He slid his tongue down further and pressed it inside of me, his hands on my ass. I moaned loudly, head tossed back, shudders of pleasure rocking through my body.

“I missed this taste,” he said, looking up at me. “I missed those moans. I missed this ass.” He squeezed and smirked at me.

“You’re the one that left,” I reminded him. “I’ve been here all along.”

“I know that.” He stood up and cupped my chin, pushing my head back against the wall as his other hand found my pussy. His fingers spread me wide before plunging into my pussy, sliding deep inside of me.

“I thought about you over there,” he said softly as he slowly fucked my pussy with his fingers. “I thought about you when things got hard. I’d stroke my cock and think about your pretty little lips wrapped around it. You like to suck my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasped as his fingers continued to fuck me.

“I know you do. Because you’ll do exactly what I want you to do.”

“Gates,” I moaned, but he kissed me then, making me swallow my words. His fingers continued to fuck my pussy, sliding in and out, spreading my little pussy wide open. I moaned into his mouth and knew that I needed more from him, needed it badly. He was pushing me up to my limits and he knew it. I could tell he knew it by the way he smirked at me.

“Please,” I groaned. “Give me what I want.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to come.”

“Not yet.” He pulled back and took me by the hair, pulling me over to the couch. He sat down on the back of it and I dropped to my knees in front of him.

I quickly got his pants off and slid them away. He held onto the back of the couch with both hands as I began to stroke his thick cock, marveling all over again at him. He was so big, and I could barely remember how I fit him inside of me.

I took his cock between my lips and slid him deep into my throat. I wasn’t holding anything back for him. I finally had Gates again, finally had the man I’d been secretly needing all these days. This was our second chance, and I wasn’t going to waste it.

I began to suck him faster, loving the way he groaned. He took my head and pressed it down, pushing his cock into my throat before pulling me back up.

“I love that pretty mouth on my cock,” he said. “You dirty fucking girl. You like it when I make you take it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned, and he pressed his cock into my throat again. I let him fuck my mouth like that, wanted him to keep doing it. I reached between my legs and rubbed my own dripping clit as he fucked my mouth. Pleasure rocked through me, intense pleasure and desire for him.

“Fuck,” he said, pulling me back. “I love it when you moan with my cock down your throat. I love that you’re so fucking impatient for my cock that you fuck your own dripping pussy.”

“I need it,” I moaned. I felt like I was a dripping wet mess of need and desire for him, and I loved it. I wanted to get messy with Gates, wanted to let all the dirty thoughts and needs and messy wants come to the surface.

“Let me see that ass,” he said. “Stand up.”