Page 44 of The Suit

I knelt before her once again, but this time pushing her legs as far apart as they could go, pinning them under my elbows as I leaned forward and suctioned on without giving myself any time to savor the sight in front of me. She cried out, thrashing underneath my grip, but her strength was no match for mine as I lapped over and over; long, flat, drawn-out swipes, cleaning her up and drinking down her honied juices before sliding my tongue along her slit until it found its way inside her. I earned myself another loud groan which arrowed directly to the base of my spine, the resulting hiss I let out set off another round of thrashing as it formed more vibrations against her clit until she throbbed underneath me.

It would be a miracle if I didn’t come before she did.

Fingers replaced my tongue - one, two, then three – sinking them into her warm, silky cavern, stretching her out, curling up until her fluttering turned into convulsions she was trying her hardest to stem, like she had the other night, because losing control went against every fiber of her being, of her ingrained nature to keep hold of it and never let go.

But she’d be letting it go with me, I’d make sure of it.

And for all the hatred overflowing in our blood, the fact that it wasmeshe was losing control to,meshe was unravelling in front of,mewho was able to bring her to a quivering dripping mess; that only spurred me on further, my dick desperate to get inside her once more.

One hard suction and a flick of my tongue had her freefalling, her pussy viciously juddering in front of my eyesas I kept my fingers twisting and curling, until she was trembling and gasping for air; only then did I let up.

In her lust-fueled haze she barely noticed as I took my place next to her on the couch. I gave her no time to come down before hoisting her into my lap, and impaling her on my rock hard cock in one swift movement that had her eyelids fluttering as her eyes rolled back – she was gone.

I couldn’t tear myself from the sight of her. The novelty of seeing her come apart at my hands was the most incredible thing I’d ever witnessed; and I was about to do it again.

My fingers pressed down, gripping directly onto the marks I’d left Friday – the marks I wanted to feel bad about, but didn’t – and spread her thighs further apart until they trembled, her sensitive skin never having had a chance to subside before my next attack. Swallowing down a groan, I circled my hips, easing us together and stretched out her tightness until we fitted together like we -this- was inevitable.

A bead of sweat rolled down my back as I used every shred of self-control I had not to start pounding inside her, the tightness of her pussy tempting me like a demon. Instead, I leaned back, lacing my fingers behind my head, my tongue running across my lips, savoring the taste of her once more while I waited for her to come back down to earth.

She blinked through her surprise, steadying herself as the glaze in her eyes cleared, though her small hands gripping on my chest while she snuggled against my balls made my dick swell, until I couldn’t hold in the groan any further.

“Okay then, Holmes, show me what you’ve got. Fuck me.”

Even with the glow of her orgasm still burning in her eyes, warming her cheeks, spreading across her chest while my dick twitched inside her, she could still manage to curl her lip into the slightest snarl. But when it became apparent to her that I wasn’t joking, the snarl was replaced by determination.

And I was here for the show.

Her hips shifted slowly, rocking me into place until I was rubbing inside her, slipping right up against her G-spot. I felt it at the exact moment her jaw slackened. Remaining as still as I had when she was running her fingers over me, my dick became the only part of me incapable of not moving as it punched with every one of her movements. The tension in my balls was seconds away from detonation while I watched her take what she needed in the sexiest display of ownership and self-indulgence I’d ever witnessed.

I wanted her to take it all just so I could drink in the fill.

I exercised daily, I ate well, I worked hard and long hours – all of which required an above average level of self-control and discipline; something I prided myself on. I’d always thought I had the ability to resist anything, to say no and walk away, school my expression into one of total indifference – something which always came in handy against opposing counsel.

But right now, staying passive while she was riding my dick, her breath hitching with each thrust of her hips, increasing in power as she adjusted to my size? It was becoming nigh on impossible, and I couldn’t tell if the pulsation running through our bodies like electricity on a pylon was coming from her or me.

Then she reached behind her and began stroking my balls followed by the perfect amount of gentle tugging; the sensation catapulted bursts of pleasure to every single one of my nerve endings and wrenched me out of my outward apathy. My groan was loud enough to shake the walls.

“My turn again.”

Fisting into her hair, I yanked her head back until her nipples were pointed directly at my mouth and latched on once more, biting down and making her cry out. Her voice was raw and dripping in as much desperation as her pussy. I took over, gripping her hips as she began riding me in earnest, slamming her onto my dick, not offering any reprieve with each massive, almost brutal thrust inside her until the telltale signs I’d already familiarized myself with set her off on a one-way journey to an orgasm which promised to rip her in half. I kept up the pace until I couldn’t hang on a second longer, my strength depleting as she finally tipped over, each spasm sucking me in, wringing me dry, and stripping me of any form of consciousness. Only then did my mouth find hers, and every shred of antagonism and loathing and complication passed between us, until we had nothing left to give.

Until we’d wrecked each other.

I’d fucked the world’s most beautiful models, most talented actresses, most elite sportswomen, but they all paled in comparison to this snarky, copper eyed she-devil who still held a trace of a scowl as the heaving of her chest lessened. Without giving either of us any time to further subside, she eased off me, off my lap drenched in her, and stood up. My dick immediately missed the warmth, and her naked body did nothing to help it return to its out-of-hours size.

This was another level. She was another level.

I was quickly starting to lose grip on my reality and needed it back.

“Don’t know about you, but after that I am in desperate need of rehydration. Though I was expecting to have more of your A game, Holmes, not bad for a first go. Must do better next time.” I waved a finger at her, just like our Ethics professor used to when he was trying to make a point.

Her fists clenched against her hips, and her lips pursed. “Don’t pretend that wasn’t better than Friday.”

“I’m pretending nothing…” I winked, staring down at her as I stood, staying close enough that I could still smell myself on her. “I’m grabbing water and then it’s time for bed. I’m assuming you’re staying, but if you’re not, you know where the door is.”

She hesitated at my less than gentlemanly invitation, not that she needed to know I never invited anyone to stay over. Ever.

They came, then left.

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