Page 67 of Off-Limits
“You like this, don’t you, Blossom? You love making me break my own damn rules. Did you know, until last night I hadn’t been with another woman in over a year?”
She moans, her eyes rolling to the back of her head before focusing back on me. Then she brings her hand around, and I follow every move, my hips stuttering their attack as she lifts her dress up to show me her skimpy thong.
Sliding it to the side, she parts her lips and starts fucking herself.
Growling, I continue ramming my cock down her throat. Every time I hit the back, she moans, her body pushing forward, chasing her own orgasm. when I hold myself there to the count of ten, she screams, her eyes struggling to stay open as her fingers move over her clit.
Iwatch her come, hissing through gritted teeth and holding back my own orgasm until she’s finished. Her body jerks with aftershocks, her fingers still lazily circling her clit and it amplifies everything I am feeling for her.
Holding my cock to the back of her throat, I pinch her nose with one hand and stroke her face with the other. Panic flares in her wild eyes, but when I groan her name low and deep, my come splashing against the back of her throat and down it, she fucking moans.
Goddamn it to fucking hell.
She was made for me.
Releasing her nose, I pull out slowly, admiring the line of come and Dorothy’s saliva that connects us while my body jolts with each aftershock. Smiling down at her, I stroke her lip with my thumb.
“Such a good fucking girl.”
Then I yank her up off the floor, and slam my mouth against hers, tasting myself on her tongue. Her eyes go wide, and I can only assume it’s because I kissed her after coming in her mouth.
I don’t give a shit about that. All I care about is kissing her, devouring her, and annihilating her every hole until the sun comes up, over and over again, but then a moment of post-nut clarity snags me, and I tear away from her mouth, panting.
Arrie.
What if she finds out? Will she hate me, or worse, hate Dottie?
Our breaths are the only thing that can be heard, and that brings me back from my downward spiral. Twirling a lock of her purple hair around my finger, we stare deep into each other’s eyes, the window of our damn souls, and I swear I am about to break apart.
I have to end this.
Then Dottie gives me a small, shy smile, and everything melts away.
How the hell did this happen, and so damn quickly as well?
I am so going to fucking hell.
It’s all I can think about, but as she reaches up and strokes my stubbled face, I relax into her palm and sigh. I feel content and lighter than I have in a very long time, but can this really work?
As if sensing my inner rambunctious thoughts, she hushes me and pulls me further into her hotel room. When we reach the bedroom, she moves away but keeps her eyes on me.
Slowly but surely, she strips out of her dress.
I shouldn’t be doing this.
The last piece of material hits the carpeted floor, and I set that thought on fire and stalk toward her. My hand grips her hair, pulling her head back, so she has no way of hiding from me.
Liquor lingers with her perfume, but I can tell by the look in her eyes she isn’t drunk anymore, well, at least not on alcohol. Skimming my hand down her neck, I stop at her tits and gently pull on her nipple ring, eliciting a sharp hiss from her, followed by a breathy moan.
My cock hangs thick and heavy between us, and I need to be inside her again. It’s downright excruciating not being buried deep inside of her sweet heat. Releasing her, I push her onto the bed and start pulling my clothes off.
With my belt in my hand, I climb on the bed and straddle her. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her hooded violet hues begging me to own her, but instead I motion for her to give me her hands.
Without hesitation, Dottie reaches out to me. “I trust you.”
Such simple words but they are anything but, and I don’tbelieve she realises just how much they mean to me. Swallowing, I offer her a small smile and grip the belt tighter in my hands before reaching for her.
Securing it around her wrists, I turn her around so her ass is up in the air. I admire her peach of an ass for a few seconds, before snapping myself out of it and attaching the belt to the headboard.
