Page 190 of Ominous: Part 1
He groans as he finally gets three fingers inside of me, and I can feel my walls tensing around his fingers. “You are justso fucking tight.”
I blush with his words, dragging my nails so deep against the veins on my hands, I knowI’m peeling my own skin off.
He turns his head again, his nose nudging my clit, then he’s kissing me, open mouthed, then sucking, lapping his tongue against me, over and over as he finger-fucks me so hard my back jolts against the seats, the car no doubt rocking from the outside.
I close my eyes, so fucking close,so close,my stomach twisted into knots, my core hot, the pulsing need beneath his mouth, his tongue, around his fingers consuming me from the inside out.
I feel myself cresting, so close, my hips arched off the seat, pushing harder against his mouth, wanting all of him, everything. I lift one foot, propping it on the console, at the far end, exposing myself more, my knee dropping open, inner muscles of my thigh pulled taut.
“Look at me when you come,” he whispers over me, and I know I’m there with his words, like a command. I open my eyes, locking on his, and I feel myself tighten once more around him before the strongest release I’ve ever felt rocks me.
I’m saying his name, moaning, keeping my arms over my head, but it’s taking everything in me not to touch him, scratch him, hurt him, as I watch him watching me, something I mistake for love in his eyes as I come, gushing all over his fingers, exploding into pieces for him.
I’m shifting my hips, fucking his hand, wanting to drag it out, and he lifts his head, pushing his palm against my clit instead, letting me have the friction, and I grind against him. He looks down at his fingers inside of me, and he bites his lip so fucking hard I swear he’s got to be bleeding.
When I’m completely undone, spent, my body relaxing as much as it can, he slowly pulls his fingers out, but he doesn’t move his palm.
He runs his fingers up my slickness, and I hear the sounds of how wet I am.
Lifting his hand to his mouth, his eyes on me, he tastes me from his middle finger, licking all the way up his knuckles.
Then he’s climbing on top of me, dragging his hand up my body, his knees on either side of my hips, his cock free, and before I can think, or move, or speak, he’s covering my mouth, my nose, with the same hand he had inside of me, wetness over my face.
He uses that hand to hold up his weight, fisting his cock with his other, and without a word, he pushes himself into me, groaning against my ear as he does, nothing slow about it. Not like the first time, this is so much rougher.
I’m gasping beneath his hand, and he tightens the seal of it, ensuring my nostrils are covered with just the edge of his palm, the rest over my mouth.
He feels so good inside of me, my flesh sensitive from my orgasm, slick fromhim,and even as he fills me up far better than three of his fingers ever could, even though I feel him hitting deep, even though I’m sore in so many ways, stretched tight around him, it only makes it all feel that much better.
Especially, maybe, because I can barely breathe.
“Fuck,” he says, the word jagged, one hand now on the seat beside my head as he drives his hips into me, grinding against mine with every thrust. “You… you are perfect.”
I start to unwind my arms from the back of the headrest, but he nudges my face with his nose, exposing my neck and biting,hard.
“No.” He brings a hand down to my knee, pushing it almost painfully out to the side so he can hit as deep as possible inside of me, driving me into the seat. “Don’t let go. This isn’t your first time.” My face grows hot. “You’re for me to play with right now.”
I melt with his words, sickly sweet in the most twisted way.
“Nod your head if you understand.”
It’s only then, in that moment,right now,when I realize… I can’t breathe.
“Eden.” He almost chokes on my name as he fucks me, my gasps silent even as my lips part beneath his hand smashed over my mouth. “Nod your head.”
I do, I manage to nod just as my vision swims, black and gray obscuring my view of his shoulder, jammed close to my face, his lips still at my throat.
He kisses me, so soft, reassuring. “Good, baby. I’ve got you.Fuck,I’ve got you.” His thrusts become wilder, more violent, almost painful, my body jostled with every single one, pinned beneath him in the car. I turn my head as he moves his hand from my knee, and I see his fingers warping the leather of his seats, knuckles white. There’s nothing soft about this, and yet, the way he kisses me, the side of my neck, my jaw, my face not covered by his hand, my brow…it is.
I can’t breathe.
I don’t want to. I don’t want him to stop.I want all of this. I want everything he can give me.
But I still release my own hold over my wrists, my arms aching as I finally bring them forward, digging at his biceps, solid beneath my fingers. Stronger muscle than I could ever hope to have, to push away, but my head is full of pressure, my lungs are aching with his chest pressed to mine and the fact I haven’t had oxygen in… how long?
“Just a little longer.” He seems to be begging me, his words at my ear. “I’m so close, baby girl.”
I want to give in for him. I want to let him use me any way he wants. He feels so good, the depth of him coaxing me to the edge again, the pain in my thigh, in my sore pussy, a gift.
