He’s right. I want his body, his cock, and for now, that’s all I’ll admit to wanting because admitting to more would mean my world is crumbling, and I’m not sure I want that yet.
“I want you … and that means a lot,” I say.
“I know,” he says, the left side of his lips quirking up. “I know what it means. Because you’re that type of girl, right? The girl who doesn’t love.”
I smash my lips together. He reads me like a fucking book.
“Doesn’t make our fucking any less great …” he murmurs, placing a kiss next to my lips, coaxing me to lean in. “Doesn’t make our kisses any less powerful.”
When his mouth touches mine, I’m lost to him.
Lost to his touch, his taste, his overpowering lips.
God, he was right when he said it was powerful.
His mouth is like a fucking magnet; I can’t fight the pull.
My mind and heart may not like it, but my body wants him. My hands weave their way through his tousled, wet hair as he sucks on my bottom lip and makes me moan into his mouth.
“Fuck … take me,” I groan, kissing him back just as hard.
“You sure ‘bout that, Lexi?” He pulls away the towel around my chest in one go.
“Yes, anything you want, just do it to me. Now,” I murmur against his husky lips.
He gives me a sexy smile and then kisses me full on the lips again. When our mouths part, I struggle to breathe; my lips are red and raw and I want more of him.
“You want my lips on your mouth,” he whispers, kissing me again. “On your neck.” He travels down. “On your beautiful tits.”
When he grabs them and presses a kiss between them, my legs quake and I’m sure my pussy is wet as fuck. “Fuck, yes,” I moan.
“Licking your sweet nipples,” he murmurs, suckling on my hardening tips. His lips move down my belly, planting soft kisses everywhere. “On your soft, wet pussy …”
When he presses a kiss on top of my clit, I whimper.
“I’m not the only one who hasn’t been touched in a while …” he murmurs.
“Not true. Guys just don’t usually lick me. That’s—”
His tongue smashing onto my pussy interrupts my sentence.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
It feels so fucking good.
He’s right, though; how long has it been? Weeks? Months? A year? I can’t even remember the last guy who actually wanted to lick my pussy. When I sold my body, all they did was fuck me or make me dance or suck them off … but they never put their tongue between my legs.
But fuck me; I’ve missed this.
He sucks relentlessly, his tongue swiveling through my slit as if my pussy tastes like honey. His hands grip my ass, his fingers digging into my skin as I struggle to stay standing. He sucks and licks, alternating speed and position, driving me completely insane.
No, screw that, I already am for allowing him to do this … but fuck me; I’m not stopping him now.
I moan out loud when he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks hard. He looks up at me from under his lashes, which only turns me on more. I feel watched … in a good way. It reminds me of our first meeting. Hot. Sweaty. Sexy. Just the way I like it. Just the way I need things to be in order to forget.
I let go at the moment—my legs spreading as he nudges them apart, allowing him entry. He groans into my pussy, setting off all my senses like alarm bells firing through my body. It’s so freaking hot in here; I can’t even keep my breathing straight.
“Fuck,” I moan, unable to contain myself.
“Oh, I will,” he murmurs into my pussy. “After I’ve made you come.”
Suddenly, he lifts me up against the wall, making me squeal. My body is raised, my legs lifted over his shoulders, and he growls out loud as he dives right back in again. I hold on tight as he licks me off like a beast, grunting and flexing his muscles. If I’d known he’d be so rough, I’d probably have thrown myself at him sooner.
And something tells me that when he’s done with me, I’ll still want more.
What can I say? I’m a sucker for domineering bad boys, and he fits the bill.
My fingers grasp his hair, pushing him closer to my pussy as he ravishes me. My clit pulses with need, wanting his tongue. I want nothing more than his mouth on my pussy right now. I can’t even think straight, so I just moan and hold on tight.
But then he lets out a painful groan and collapses underneath me, still holding me above him so I don’t fall. I quickly grab the sink and lower myself so he doesn’t have to. He’s breathing heavily, his hand immediately reaching for his leg.
“Fuck …” he groans.
“It’s too much for you. You can’t carry me with that wound.”