Page 51 of Wreckage of Us
Dr. Douche.
The name Dylan called him by pops into my head and I start laughing, almost hysterically so.
“Fuck,” Dylan rumbles from his spot in between my legs. “It’s not good at all if you’re laughing your ass off while I’m trying to fuck said ass.”
“Dylan,” I gasp in shock while in between fits of laughter. “It’s not what,” I laugh some more, unable to speak now. “That’s not what I want you to fuck,” I finally manage to say.
“Bex, it gets me so hot when you talk dirty to me,” he moans and drops his mouth on my left breast, sucking my nipple in with so much fervor, nothing is amusing anymore.
“Dylan,” I whimper again, just like the virgin he accused me to be earlier.
“Yes, say my name, baby,” he commands. My internal juices are freely flowing out of me, and I don’t even care about the mess they’re sure to leave on my sheets.
Dylan’s mouth moves to my other breast, sucking on it hard and deep, but it’s somehow not enough. I have no idea what I need, but I do know I need a lot of it.
“Dylan,” I try to push his head away, but all it does is to dislodge him from my breast, only for him to head south toward my pussy. “Wait…” I say just as he latches onto my clit. I am dead. So dead, I think to myself.
“Come for me, baby.” His deep voice rumbles through my clit and all the way into my core. My skin pebbles with goosebumps. I feel everything all the way into the roots of my hair.
“I can’t.”
I am struggling to breathe. I am so close, yet so far away. I need more. I’m just not sure more of what.
I feel the tip of Dylan’s tongue entering me while his fingers rub my clit relentlessly.
“Oh god,” I moan and lift my hips higher, forcing him to apply more pressure.
When his fingers start pinching my clit, I see stars.
“Yes!” I scream at the ceiling. “Harder!” I demand and he complies. “Yes!” I let out again, feeling as if I’m flying. I throw my head back, close my eyes and pray that this will never end. I need him to make me feel good like this forever.
“You’re such a good girl, baby,” I hear Dylan’s voice like in a dream. “So good.” He continues licking and nipping, just not as hard.
“I want more.” My voice comes out more like a croak from all the screaming I just did. “More…” I demand.
“I’ll give you more, baby,” Dylan croons, lifting himself above me. I open my eyes and stare at his face. I love this face so damn much, it’s getting me all emotional.
“Kiss me.” That’s the only thing I can think of asking. It will stop me from blurting my feelings out to him. I don’t want to ever put myself in the position where I lay my heart on the table only for him to smash it into pieces.
All of a sudden, I can’t handle his weight above me like that. I don’t want to see his face. It will make me say and do things I may never be ready to share with him anymore.
I am not saying this is a one off. It’s not. I plan on using him for sex for as long as I can. But that’s all it has to be.
I press against his chest until he allows me to push him off me and onto the bed. I give him a hard kiss, making sure to lick all my juices off his lips, then turn around and place my knees one on each side of his head. His large hands come up and grab my thighs. When he squeezes them, then lightly spanks my nether cheeks, I about lose my mind. I fall forward, my mouth open and ready to take his cock in.
“Jesus Christ,” I think I hear him saying right before I lower my pussy to his mouth, and he understands the assignment.
I suck on him, moving my hips in rhythm with my mouth, making us both feel so good.
I feel him getting harder and harder, the heels of his feet digging into the mattress more forcefully as he’s trying not to shove his cock too far down my throat. But I want it as deep as it will go. I try to relax the back of my throat and go down until I can’t anymore. I swallow around him, but come right up when the hands on my ass squeeze me with force. I know he’s ready. I am, too.
With sudden moves, I deny us both the pleasure we want. I lift myself off him and turn around, switching positions.
“Becca, fuck,” he watches me in awe. “I love you so much.”
That is the last thing I want to hear from him right now. I just want him to fuck me hard, fuck me until neither one of us can move anymore. I want to die like this…
I straddle him and grab the base of his cock. Then, with no warning, I position him at my entrance and slam my hips down on him. It hurts a little and I scream louder than the pain warranted. It hurts so good though.
