Page 50 of Hap

She closes the distance between us until she’s standing between my outstretched legs. I lean forward and glide my hands up the back of her bare thighs to the curve of her behind. I look up at her as I place a kiss on her bump.

“I thought you were fucking dead. Seeing that fire, I thought I had lost you. Both of you,” I growl.

She traces her fingers along my jaw. “I’m so sorry. We—” she starts to explain, but I interrupt her.

“I don’t fucking care where you were. What I want is to feel you. I want to punish you for making me feel that. I want to feel and touch every fucking inch of you. I want you to beg me. I want you to fucking scream my name until your throat is sore,” I rasp, hooking my fingers into her lace thong and gliding them slowly down her thighs. “I want to feel your nails scratch down my back, drawing fucking blood as you buck and writhe beneath me,” I breathe as I glide my nose along her slit, inhaling her scent and arousal. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I lightly glide my tongue between her folds. “I want you to feel everything I fucking felt,” I growl, nipping just above her clit, making her gasp and flinch. I thrust my tongue between her folds, circling her clit, not wasting any more time.

I grip her behind, keeping her pinned to my mouth as I take what I want. Her taste and her scent drive me on like a man fucking possessed. I suck her clit, making her cry out. My cock is painfully hard, but as fingers dig into the flesh of her ass, her panting quickens, and I feel her muscles begin to convulse.

“Hap, fuck, Hap,” she moans. I watch as her body builds and builds to reach its climax, her hips bucking against my mouth. Just as she is about to orgasm, I stop. Releasing my hold on her, I lean back in the chair, casually draping my arms on the side of it. She whimpers, wobbling slightly on her feet, her eyes wide as she looks down at me.

I free my hard length, gripping it tightly in my fist, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. “Get on your knees,” I order. Her cheeks are flushed, her chest still heaving, her body desperate for release, but her tongue slowly glides across her bottom lip as she lowers herself to her knees. Leaning forward, her eyes are full of desire for my hard and dripping cock. “Open that pretty fucking mouth of yours baby, and take my cock deep until I’m hitting the back of your throat,” I growl.

Her delicate hand grabs the base of my length, and she opens her mouth, slowly taking me in inch by inch.

“Eyes on me,” I demand through gritted teeth. It’s taking everything in me not to explode as I watch her lips stretch around me, taking me so deep I feel her gag against the head of my cock. “Good girl,” I groan.

She moves her head, sucking up and down my length, her tongue swirling around the head. A moan escapes her when she tastes the pre-cum, and I gather her hair in my fist at the back of her head as she sucks me harder and faster, each time hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes remain on me as she frantically fucks my cock with her mouth. She reaches up and cups my balls with her other hand, rolling and squeezing them.

“Fuck!” I pant. “You going to take my cum, baby? You going to swallow everything I give you?” I ask through gritted teeth as the pleasure builds deep within me. I’m finding it harder to hold back my climax. She moans in response, sucking harder. I can’t hold back any longer as pleasure erupts through me. “Fuck!” Iroar as my orgasm explodes, shooting a fountain of cum down her throat.

She moans as she swallows every drop, slowing her movements.

I try to catch my breath, but I need to touch her. I take her chin in my hand, stopping her, and run my thumb along her lower lip, catching a small drip of my cum. I glide my thumb into her mouth.

“You missed a bit,” I pant. She swipes her tongue over the pad of my thumb, making my cock twitch. I swear there isn’t anything this woman can’t do that won’t get me hard. “On the edge of the bed, on all fours,” I order. I release her chin, and she slowly stands and walks over to the bed, climbing on all fours. I stand and remove my jeans before moving to stand behind her. I unclasp her bra, letting it fall away, and as my eyes trail down, I can see her glistening arousal between her slit. I glide my finger along it. “Fucking dripping wet,” I groan.

She whimpers as I slowly and painfully glide my finger inside her and then around her clit, not quite touching where she wants it, where she needs it. Her body trembles from my touch.

I lean forward with my other hand and cup her breast, rolling her nipple between my forefinger and thumb, giving it a slight pinch.

“Please,” she whimpers.

“Say my name, baby,” I demand.

“Please, Hap,” she pants as I add another finger into her soaking wet cunt.

“No. I want you to call me by my real name, Khai. Beg for me, baby,” I order, moving my fingers in and out of her, curling them and hitting the spot she so desperately desires.

“Khai! Please. Oh god,” she moans.

“Good girl,” I moan, rewarding her. Her walls begin to clamp around my fingers, and her orgasm is on the cusp of exploding. I quickly remove my fingers, making her cry out.

“No!” she wails.

I lift my palm and bring it down hard across the peachy flesh of her behind. “Are you desperate for me? Is your body craving me? Craving the release?” I rasp as I slap my palm down again before caressing her now pink cheek.

She moans, moving her hand between her legs in desperation for release. I slap my palm down one more time before I grab her hips and flip her onto her back, causing her to gasp in surprise. Grabbing both her wrists, I pin them above her head. Resting my length at her centre, I rock my hips slowly, gliding my cock through her soaking wet slit, teasing her, and making her writhe as she lifts her hips, trying to chase that release.

“You want my cock?” I ask.

Her hooded eyes, full of desperation and desire, stare back at me. “Please, Khai. I need you,” she pleads.

I move slightly, resting the head of my cock at her opening. “That desperation, that longing, is how I felt. Needing you, needing to touch you and feel you. My heart and my body ached, wanting to know you were okay. You’re not going to do that to me again, are you?” I confess, my eyes searing into hers.

She blinks a few times, a single tear escaping as she understood and realised what I’m telling her. “No, I’m yours,” she breathes.

“Good girl,” I say through gritted teeth as I surge into her, gilling her with one thrust. She cries out, arching her back. I pull out, only to slam into her again and again, her walls already tightening. Her legs clamp around my waist as I finally reward her with the orgasm she has been desperate for.

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