Page 11 of The Sting of Love
He squeezes them through the black lace of my bra, but he could be touching my bare skin.
When he snaps the little butterfly clasp holding my bra together and my breasts spill out, my arousal for him is clear in the tight, tautly puckered peaks of my nipples. Awareness fills me that I’m naked in front of him, but he steals my thoughts away when he covers my right nipple with his hot, wet mouth and starts sucking.
Mindless moans of ecstasy fall from my lips, and I’m so wet I’m sure I’m leaking. Again, I’m embarrassed by how much I need him and need what he’s doing to me.
My body betrays me, and I can’t calm. I’m thankful that he seems to be a man who knows exactly what to do to take care of my needs, and his. He moves from my right breast to my left and gives it equal attention.
When he sucks hard, I come equally as hard, crying out and moaning the pleasure that’s racing through my body.
I run my hands over his wide shoulders, digging my nails into corded muscles that tense and harden at my touch.
“That’s right, Bella, come for me,” he taunts and makes me gasp when he moves away the fabric of my panties and slides his fingers straight into my pussy.
His fingers circle my passage, stroking my walls, and push hard against my clit.
“Donny…” I moan and he starts pumping his fingers in and out, pumping harder when he adds another finger to truly finger-fuck me.
Another orgasm tears through me, leaving me breathless and a satisfied grin dances across his face as I come undone. I’m thankful for the cool night air drifting over me as it balances the heat burning me up from the inside out.
He crouches down, and I suck in a sharp breath when he buries his face between my thighs and pushes his tongue right up inside me to taste me just like he said he would. I would more describe it as drinking. He drinks me up as he eats me out, feasting on me like I’m something rare and exotic and I’m his last meal. It feels so damn good I lose myself to pleasure. I find myself moaning again and writhing against his face.
He cups my ass and holds me to him in a rough, possessive manner, as if he’s declaring me his.
He drinks me all up, stroking and swirling his tongue over the hard nub of my clit, making me dizzy with pleasure.
I think he senses I’m almost at orgasm again because he does that control thing and stops mid-suckle. He stands up and my gaze drops to the very impressive bulge of his cock pressing against his pants. He notices the way I look at his cock and smiles.
“The next time you come is on my cock. Are you on birth control, Bella?” he asks, and it takes me a moment to think about what he’s asking.
“Yes.” I nod. I’m good for three years. I had my shot just before the wedding that never happened.
“Good… I’m clean. Are you? I want to feel you.”
My damn mouth waters at the thought of having him inside me, skin to skin. I know this is reckless and crazy. I don’t have any friends who would condone this. None of them are probably as crazy as I am, and that’s why I’m nodding now, falling headfirst into my inner desires.
He undoes a few buttons on his shirt and whips it off over his head, exposing the artwork of tattoos lining his chest. The dragon that peeks out at his neck and the tattoos on his forearms are just the beginning of the beauty on his masterpiece of a body. This is definitely a man I would love to explore over and over again.
The trance breaks when he undoes his belt and it clinks. He zips down the fly of his pants, pushing them down his legs along with his boxers, and his cock, thick and massive, springs free with precum on the tip.
My mouth waters again wanting to taste him. I don’t get the chance to, though, because he turns me to face the wall and smooths his hands down to my ass and over to hold my hips.
I press my hands against the rough, rigid concrete and grip in as I feel the fat head of his cock push against my entrance.
He tightens his grip on my hips and pierces into me, pushing his cock deep into my passage that takes him, welcoming him.
He feels so good inside me, filling me right up with his thick cock. I’m full of him, and I gasp when he hits my G-spot. He starts with a series of slow even pumps, then the onslaught of heat comes for me again when his pumps speed up.
I gasp and try to catch my breath, holding on to my breasts as they bounce painfully against my chest with each powerful thrust. My hair falls forward over my face, and all I can see is strands of hair flowing wildly in front of me.
“Ohhhh, Donny…” I moan when the pleasure rises.
“That’s right, Bella, you keep saying my name as I fuck you.”
True to his word, he speeds up his pumps even more and starts fucking me. His pumps speed to a furious blast of energetic pounding as he jackhammers into me hard and sure.
He takes me relentlessly and in a way I know I’ll never forget this night. Many nights will pass me by in my life, but I won’t forget this, or him. He’s making sure of it, and making sure I know I’m being claimed.
He starts fucking me with a crueler, more demanding edge, and I scream his name. The sound comes from deep inside me, from a place where the pleasure builds and rises until it takes everything.
