Page 12 of All Hallows' Haunt
“So fuckin’ sexy,” he grunted. I met his eyes and found he watched it, too. Coming closer to my ear, he whispered, “I’m gonna fill this pretty pussy with so much cum, it’ll be running down your thighs.” My cheeks reddened; his dirty mouth spurred me closer. I wanted that. I wanted to be claimed.
Byhim.
He rocked the desk, making it shake violently as it moved across the tiled floor. The legs squealed as the wood groaned. Items not nailed down tipped over, spilled out, and fell from the top. My hips jerked against his as he hit that sweet spot, and my thighs twitched for that release. He kissed my neck just below my ear—pulling the flesh between his teeth. The grip on my hip lessened, and his thumb moved through the wetness pooling between us as he stroked soft circles over my throbbing clit.
“I’m—I’m,” I started to whine as my pussy spasmed around his cock. I groaned at the heat licking my up back, and he quickened his touch.
“I want it, Sienna. Drench my cock with your cum.” He held my face and kissed my forehead as I wailed, nearly drowning out his words and the wet slaps against the desk. My arms lost purchase on his shoulders. The climax took everything out of me.
Everett held under my thighs, picking me up. I leaned against him as he walked us toward a small couch against the far wall. I whimpered at the loss of him when he laid me across the cushions. He towered over me. The band of his boxers trapped his cock, leaving the glistening tip pressed against his stomach. He teased them off, the fabric sliding and bunching over the cut of his waist and the muscles of his thighs.
“You look fairly relaxed,” he mused. Every piece of my being felt liquified. There was no strength behind anything. I smiled as he eased onto the couch. The metal frame groaned against his added weight. “More?” he asked, kissing up my stomach and chest. I bit my lip as he sucked my nipple into his mouth. I trailed my hands over the soft skin of his sides and shoulders.
“Yes, please,” I whined. His hand kneaded my breast with a firm, pleasurable grip. Long pulls of his mouth over my breast made my hips buck under him. I craved the feel of him elsewhere. I wanted that unbearably full sensation. “Everett, I need you inside me.” My hands gripped his wild green mess of hair. He didn’t answer or even move from his spot; he continued to swirl his tongue against my skin. “I want to feel you, please, Ev—”
His hips jerked forward, and he sank his cock inside me to punishing depths. He released my breasts and looked down at me. I screamed as he fucked me harder. The couch protested the movement, and tears welled as his cock continued to push the limits of my pussy.
“I know, baby,” he patronized before circling his hand around my throat. He tilted my hips, and I thought he couldn’t possibly get deeper. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours,” I choked out from behind his grip.
“Not my name,” he grunted as his hips smacked my flesh harder.
“God, please!” I cried, feeling the heat return as my stomach tightened.
“I like that one.” He drove my hips higher. “Eyes on me when you come, Sienna.” I clawed at his forearm, the sensation feeling different from the last. Looking at him was a cosmic collision; Mars met Neptune and everything fell away.
I gave him all of me. Coming for Everett was rhapsodic. Every space between us was damp with evidence of what he did to me. Little energy remained, but I used him as motivation. I moved my hands against his chest and pushed. His brow furrowed as his grip relaxed and he let me sit up.
“Are you okay?” he asked. I sat on my knees and directed his shoulders toward the back of the couch. “Do I need to stop?” I didn’t answer, instead straddling his lap and taking him fully. “Sienna,” he whispered, taking my face in his hands and kissing me. His fingers caught small sections of my hair. I rolled my hips, taking his length over and over. His tongue swept over mine and I moaned. My fingers shifted over his chest, his collarbones smooth and sharp beneath them. “Stay with me tonight,” he whined, and his abs tightened.
Without giving it more thought, I circled his throat like he had held mine. My hand was small in comparison to his neck, but he didn’t fight me on it. His eyes widened and his hold moved to my hips. I rode him harder as he relaxed against the couch. He whimpered a plea, and his cheeks reddened.He’s so pretty when he blushes.
“Come in me, Everett,” I rasped. I held his jaw open with my other hand, leaned forward, and spit in his mouth. He muttered a curse, and I sealed the action with a kiss. Fire rose in my chest as arousal dripped down my thighs. His cock twitched, and he slammed my hips down. His chest vibrated with a groan. Pulling me by the back of my neck, he held me against his chest as hot cum spilled inside me. Kisses peppered my hair and the side of my face.
His chest rose higher with each breath he took. Cum ran down my leg, and I tried to sit back so I didn’t get it on him.
“Wait,” he instructed, not letting me get far. He slid his hand between us and used a finger to wipe it off. I expected him to tell me to lick it clean or open my mouth. Instead, he traced something onto my chest. “E…” He went back between my legs, and this time he rubbed over my clit before coming back to my chest. “V…”Ev. His.
He branded me with his cum.Twice.
CHAPTER7
Everett
Sienna slumped against my chest,and her head moved with each breath of mine. She was quiet, and I worried if it was a good thing or if I’d gone too far. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d written my name on a girl, let alone with my cum. It was a bit frightening that I felt so much right now, that I didn’t want to fuck this up. I would give up everything tonight was working toward if it meant I’d spend it with her.
“Everett?” she mumbled, and her lips grazed my skin.
“Yeah, baby?” I whispered as I stroked my fingers through her hair and pushed strands out of her face.
“Are we allowed to be in here?”
I rolled my lips to keep from laughing because, no. We certainly were not allowed to fuck on every surface of this makeshift break room and office. I couldn’t tell her that though. I didn’t want her to worry that she did something wrong.
“It’s fine,” I offered her instead, keeping my voice hushed as I massaged her neck. “But we should get dressed. I want to take you somewhere, and I’m sure your friends have noticed your absence by now.” Her hands pushed into my stomach as she sat up. Her hair was evidence enough we fucked.
It feels like more than just fucking.
