Page 28 of Pucking Unhinged
My tongue dips inside my girl’s tight hole, and my chest aches because right now, the need to claim her, to bury myself inside what’s only mine, is consuming everything.
I move up to suck her clit hard, flicking my tongue until she’s writhing. My hand slips down, and I finally slide a finger into her wet heat, then another, curling them until she cries out. Her nails claw at my scalp, pulling, urging me on.
She could rip every strand of hair out of my head, and I wouldn’t stop. She’s going to come on my face or I’m going to die trying to make it happen.
“Tristan—” Her voice cracks, desperate. She’s close, I can sense it.
I lift my eyes, lock on hers, my voice breaking as I beg, “Come for me, baby. Let me taste you. Please.”
Winter’s whole body tenses, her thighs quiver around my face, and then she shatters. She cries my name as her orgasm rips through her, convulsing so beautifully under me I want to burn the memory into my skin. Her release floods my tongue, and the sight, the feel of her falling apart for me, is enough to send me over the edge right along with her.
I grind my hips down against the mattress, groaning into her pussy as I come undone without her even touching me. My cock throbs helplessly as I spill, wrecked just from tasting her.
My girl is still trembling beneath me, the taste of her slick on my tongue, her thighs quivering against my shoulders. I climb up her body, kissing her stomach, her ribs, her chest, slowly and so reverently until I’m back at her mouth. She’s gasping, pupils blown wide, lips swollen, and I kiss her like I’ll never survive without her.
We both know I won’t.
I hover above her on one arm, forehead pressed to hers, and reach down to stroke my cock with my other hand. I’ve just come minutes ago, but I want her so much, I’ve waited so long, thought about this moment for what seems like forever. I’m so hard and aching, the tip twitching against her belly. The need to be inside her is tearing me apart, but fear claws at me just as hard. My voice is rough when I whisper, “I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t. If I hurt you again, I’ll never forgive myself.”
Winter’s hands frame my face, eyes locking onto mine with a certainty I don’t deserve. “You won’t,” she breathes. “I want this, Tristan. I wantyou.” She swallows, her voice breaking on an emotion that hits me in the chest. I feel my eyes water, and they burn. “No one else could ever give me what you do. It’s only you. It’s always been you.”
Something inside me unravels. My lips crash into hers, desperate, raw, and I kiss her until I can’t breathe, until I believe everything she’s saying to me right now.
She pulls me closer, whispering against my mouth, “Please. I need to feel you inside of me.”
And that’s it. The last fragile thread of my restraint snaps. I line myself up against her, trembling with the need to bury myself so deep inside her she’ll never forget me.
Everything in me is stretched taut like a wire, until the head of my dick teases that wet, hot opening. One inch, and then two. I fucking need more. I need to bottom out inside of her, but I know I’ve got to take this slow. I press in just a little more, but it feels like fucking heaven. She gasps and tightens around me. Winter’s pussy feels like the softest velvet and it’s impossibly tight. I crave more of all of this, especially the shudder of her breath and the slick slide of my skin into hers.
I can’t help the sound that tears out of me. It’s raw, animal. “Mine!” I groan, my mouth crushing to her throat, my hot breath dragging over the place my lips had claimed earlier. “You’re mine now.”
Winter’s nails rake down my back, hard enough to leave a mark and I hope they fucking do. She rasps, “I’ve always been yours, Tristan. Always from day one.”
“Fuck.” The word is a promise and a curse. I lick the curve of her neck as I sink another inch. She feels so delicate under me, so ridiculously perfect, her thighs spread and back arched for me. God. Her pussy clamps, trying to pull me deeper, and I think I’ll die on the spot.
She sucks in a sharp breath like she feels the torture that I do right now. She wants me deeper, and she knows I’m holding back. “I don’t want you to be careful. You have been so careful with me, Tristan. With my body, with my heart, with my feelings. I need your passion. I need you. Fuck me like I’m yours.”
It’s not a conscious decision on my part, but her words break the last of my restraint cleanly. Everything that is me…all the built walls, the plans, the fear of hurting her…slides away in a flood of want and need.
I don’t pull back. I drive, slow and deep, filling her inch by inch until I’m buried to the root. Her mouth opens on a cry, and my name comes out like a benediction. On instinct, I cover herpretty mouth with my hand, and her eyes pop open to stare into my soul.
“Eyes on me, dushen’ka. I want your eyes on me, and my name in your mouth. You can close your eyes when you’re sleeping, but right now, while I’m fucking your pretty little pussy, they belong on me.”
Winter nods, watching me in a way that makes my chest ache. She’s purely innocent and decidedly filthy all at once.
I remove my hand, and her eyes never leave me. I take, and I give. I press my mouth to hers in the same motion as I thrust, tasting her, claiming her, kissing down the line of her jaw and back up until she’s breathless. Winter’s hips buck up to meet mine, her hands claw at my shoulders, leaving small crescents of red that I know I’ll trace with my thumb in the morning. I hear the whimpers, the sharp little gasps, the way she says my name like a prayer.
“I’m going to come for you,” I breathe into her mouth, the words ragged. “But I want you to come again. Please let me make you come again. I want to feel you come apart on my cock, baby.”
Winter moans, arching hard, “You need to pull out, I’m not on—” she starts, breath ragged.
I slam in deeper, crushing all protest under the need in my body. “Don’t say that,” I grind between thrusts. “I will never pull out of your sweet little pussy, baby. You gave it to me. You gave yourself to me tonight. No take backs. I will only ever come inside you because that's where it belongs.” At one point, I was afraid that having children could hurt Winter in some way because of her family history. Her mother died giving birth to her, but she’s been to several doctors over the years who all said she wasn’t at risk. I will always make sure she has the best of everything, and that includes the top doctors. I will spend my life catering to her, because truly, that’s the only thing that makes me happy.
Winter makes me happy.
Her pussy tightens around me like a fist, and I feel it, the raw need, the closeness, the way her body reacts when I hit whatever tiny perfect spot that drives her wild.
“You like the idea of having my babies, just like I do, don’t you, baby?” I pant, forehead damp against hers, my hair falling into our eyes. “Even after everything, you like me to be in control. You want me to make you feel good.”
