Page 51 of Loving Violet
Who am I? I have never been so open with my words or so fucking horny.
This man makes me crazy, and I don’t know if it’s a bad or a good thing. With Taylor, I was never this eager with my words or actions. I find myself acting differently with Austin.
I like it. I like this feeling of freedom to be a woman with him.
“I’ve been thinking about this pussy ever since you spilled coffee on me. I want to fuck you so hard, I’m gonna cum in my pants if we keep doing this.”
“I want you to cum.” I pump my hips, wishing he was fucking me with his cock instead. I gasp when he hits the perfect spot with the friction. He knows what he is doing to me. Austin is relentless. My thigh twitches when I feel the impending orgasm and I close my eyes to savor this amazing feeling.
Austin curls one of his hands on the back of my neck to keep me still.
“Open your eyes, beautiful. I want you to look at me as you cum.” I do as I am told. “Good girl,” he says, and I am about to explode just from the combination of his words and the delicious friction between my legs.
“Who is making you feel good?” Austin asks. I didn’t know that talking during sex could be like this, but man, this man really knows what he is doing, and he’s not even fucking me.
“You are,” I whisper, my eyelids heavy and breath shallow as I grind my hips harder against his hard dick.
“And this? This is nothing. Next time, I will be eating your pussy, and then you will be tasting my cum down your throat.”
Those words detonate my orgasm. I gasp and cry out to the heavens. This is the most intense orgasm of my life. When I look down at Austin’s lap, I see a wet spot where I drenched him with my release.
“Oh my goodness,” I say.
“Are you okay?” Austin asks, his voice soft and tender.
“I’m perfect. But what about you, are you okay?” I ask him, still catching my breath.
“I don’t know if I should be embarrassed that I came in my pants just by watching you cum.”
I laugh at his words. “You came in your pants? So that wet spot is not just from me?”
“Oh, beautiful, it's a combination of both of us,” Austin says with a satisfied smile on his face.
“Can I confess something?”
“Sure.”
“I’ve always read in my books about intense sex and dirty talk, but experiencing it is a whole different thing.”
“Did you like it?”
“I loved it. Can we do that again, but this time without clothes?” I ask, while Austin leans his head back and laughs.
“Yes, but not tonight. I don’t want to pressure you, and I want you to be sure that this is what you want,” Austin says while he fixes my dress to cover my pussy and moves a strand of hair out of my face. “You are beautiful when you cum, and I can’t wait to make you mine completely.”
I smile at Austin and bite my lips, thinking about how amazing it’s going to be when he does make me his.
If tonight is a prelude of what he has in store, I can’t wait for it.
I start to move from his lap to sit beside him. He lets me, and when I am sitting close to him, Austin leans over and gives me a tender kiss. We sit there for a moment, our foreheads resting against each other, just enjoying the closeness. The silence is comfortable, filled with unspoken promises and a newfound connection. We stay like this for a few minutes. Austin caresses my face with gentle fingers, and I feel shivers run down my entire body at his contact. “Do you want to watch a movie?” Austin asks.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“He looks at his watch and says, “It’s 9 p.m.”
“I wish I could stay longer, Austin. But I have to get home and make sure Adrian is in bed.”
“I understand,” Austin replies.
