Page 61 of The Devastation You Reap
"Oh God," she cries, her hips beginning to move against me as she completely loses herself to what's going on.
Unhooking her bra, I pull it from her body and take both of her swollen breasts in my hands.
Her skin is like porcelain, her light pink nipples just begging to be sucked on, bitten.
Every muscle in my body pulls tight as she grinds down on my hard length beneath my pants.
It would be so easy to take more from her right now. And while there's a huge part of me demanding I take it, I force it down because something tells me that I'm going to get plenty of chances in the upcoming days and weeks to really enjoy this little game she has no idea she's playing.
"Leon. Oh God. Shit."
Threading my fingers in her hair, I twist until it hurts and she has no choice but to look into my eyes.
"Let go, Red. Show me how good it feels."
I pinch her nipple hard and her movements get erratic against me as she chases her release.
"That's it, baby. Use me. Use me to make you feel good."
I thrust my hips up against her and with another pull of her hair and pinch of her nipple she cries out, her eyes slamming closed and her chin falling as she lets the pleasure crash through her.
The blush burning up her cheeks spreads down her neck and chest, her tits bouncing as she moves, forgetting about everything but this moment.
The burn of pain from where her nails pierce the skin of my shoulders eases the beast begging to get out and I focus on it as she rides out her orgasm.
"Holy shit," she gasps, falling into me the second she's done. "Oh my God," she mutters into the nape of my neck as she fights to catch her breath.
"Good, baby?" I whisper, tucking her hair behind her ear and sucking it into my mouth, nibbling on the shell.
She doesn't move for the longest time.
"Red, you okay?" I ask, lightly pressing against her shoulder to move her from her hiding spot.
The second her body leaves mine, she wraps her arms around her bare chest and looks to the corner of the room.
"I shouldn't have let you do that," she whispers.
"Hey," I say, cupping her cheek and encouraging her to look at me. "It's okay."
After a few seconds, she finally gives in and looks into my eyes. The sight of her blinking back tears does something to me that I don't want to acknowledge let alone even consider accepting.
"You should go."
"Fuck that, Macie. That was fucking hot, and I'm not leaving here with you feeling like… like whatever you're feeling right now."
"I-I just…" She trails off, looking away from me once again.
"What, baby? Talk to me."
"I-I've never… you know… and I always said I wouldn't—"
"Life's too short for regrets, Macie. If something feels good, you should allow yourself to have it. There's no shame or embarrassment in what just happened."
"But you're a football player," she finally says.
"Yeah, but that's not all I am. I'm also not your dad, Mace." Her body relaxes at my words. "I'm not like any of the ones you've experienced before."
I'm worse.
