Page 34 of Serena
All I can do is moan. He removes one hand and reaches into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulls out his knife. My breath hitches.
“Relax, baby, I got you.”
“O-Okay.”
“You look so fucking gorgeous in this, but I’ve been dying to see you without anything on. Plus, I bought them knowing I was going to cut them up.” He smiles wickedly.
And he does just that. I hold still, and he uses the small knife to cut the straps of my top, which falls, exposing my breasts.
“Look at those hard nipples, waiting for me to wrap my lips around them.”
He leans down, planting kisses on my chest, then moves to my breasts. He bites both of them, but the pain turns to moreneed. He wraps his lips around my nipple, sucking on it. He greedily moves from one to the other.
“Oh fuck… Ian.” I whimper and grind my soaking pussy on him.
“I know, baby, I know. Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to worship you, like you deserve.”
I need more. My body feels like it’s on fire. He grabs my hair and pulls it, exposing my neck. He leans down, peppering kisses along my neck, my ear, then kisses me all while walking inside. He carries me to his bedroom and drops me on the bed. Not bothering to close the door, and to be honest, I couldn’t care less. He’s staring at my shorts, and I immediately realize why. I’m so wet that I soaked through my panties and bottoms.
“I should rip this pair too, but I can’t bring myself to do it. A souvenir to remember tonight.”
I would ask if he’s joking, but I know he isn’t. He slides the shorts off my body and tosses them to the floor. He slowly takes off his shirt and moves to his black sweats. Then stands there, naked, and I almost choke when I see his dick. It’s big and thick; I can see the precum leaking from the tip, and my mouth waters. He sees me staring.
“I-I-I think you are too big.”
“Don’t worry, baby, it’ll fit. I’ll fuck you until your pussy molds around it.”
He stands there caressing me with his eyes. Grabbing my thighs, he spreads them open and starts kissing the bottom of my legs, and makes his way up, biting my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties. I hiss and arch my back in response because even though it hurt, the painful sting that follows intensified my need. None of my other sexual partners has ever made me feel like this. Then again, they never bothered to ask, but Ian knows without me having to say anything.
“Stop thinking and let go,” he demands.
Panting. “I’m not.”
He brings his hand down on my pussy, slapping it.
“Ahhh.” I mumble, followed by a moan.
“Seems you like the pain, baby.”
I don’t respond because he’s right.
Another slap. Another moan.
“You drive me crazy. You know that?” he tells me with his husky voice.
“Yes, and you drive me crazy too.”
He kisses and bites his way up my stomach until he reaches my nipples. He sucks on them, and I move my hands and tug on his hair. He responds by biting hard, and I grind my hips into him. I need friction. He continues kissing and biting me all the way to my neck, then moves my head to the right, kissing my scar. I tense at first but force myself to relax. With one swift move, he rips my panties and tosses them to the side. His hard and juicy cock rubs on my pussy, finally giving me the friction I need. One hand pinching my nipple. I feel like I’m going to combust. Pulling away, his hand cups my drenched center.
“As much as I want to hear you beg, I can’t tonight. I’ve wanted you for so long that I’m barely holding on. We have a lifetime together, and there is so much I want to do to you,” he says before crashing his mouth to mine. Ian grabs my arms and puts them to my sides, then he sits up on his knees. I miss his touch the instant his hands leave my body.
We stand still for a minute, taking each other in. He grabs the base of his dick and starts caressing my pussy with it again. I’m a mess; the whimpers and moans that leave my mouth are so foreign.
“I need you inside me. Now,” I demand.
He continues to tease my pussy.
“Serena, I’m going to fuck you raw. Nothing is going to keep me from feeling all of you. Do you understand?’
