Page 30 of Kissed and Missed

I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve given her since then.

At some point, when it occurred to me that the volume of her moans would likely carry to the security posted outside, we relocated to the bedroom. Now, both of us are naked and the sun has long since set outside the bedroom window. Honor’s pussy is swollen and pink, slick with her cum and my saliva, and I’ve never seen anything so sexy.

If she isn’t careful, I’ll make a hobby of this.

“Julian.” She tries to squirm away as her release subsides. “I need you inside me. Please fuck me.”

My dick, which is heavy and swollen, leaking precum over the sheets beneath us, agrees. “I love the way you come for me,” I growl, crawling forward over her body as I reach between us to grip my cock, using it to smack her oversensitive clit.

She pants my name again, and her skin is hot and damp against mine as I settle over her, guiding my cock to her entrance. Both of us hold our breath as I drive forward, filling her completely in a single thrust.

My mind goes blank, heat rushing to my groin as Honor’s pussy grips my dick, hot and slick. A dream. She’s a fucking dream. “Christ,” I snarl, “does my good little slut need it rough again?”

Honor whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulder blades as I begin to move, setting a slow, teasing pace that I know won’t be enough for her. “I do, I need it so rough,” she cries, lifting her hips eagerly.

My dick throbs. “Tell me,” I order gruffly. “Tell me exactly what you want, and I’ll give it to you. Anything, Valentine. You just need to say it.” Her lips fall open, and I can tell I have her right where I want her, desperate enough to verbalize the filthy little daydreams I know she’s been hiding behind her good girl facade. Still, there’s reservation in her eyes, doubt, and I won’t fucking have it.

“Honor,” I growl, lifting my hand to her throat, collaring her. “This is my pussy, and I need to know what makes it wet. Do you understand?”

Arousal floods my cock at my words, and Honor whimpers, her pupils blown wide as she gazes up at me, the picture of lust. “I want lots of things,” she admits, moaning as I reward her by fucking her a little harder.

“What do you want right now?” I lean forward, sucking her nipple into my mouth.

Her fingers find my hair, tightening. The noises she’s making, the quiet pleading for more, the wet sound of my cock moving in and out of her body… every fucking part of this turns me on. I can’t imagine anything better than Honor spread out beneath me, taking me, needing me as desperately as I need her. The idea of giving her exactly what she wants, being the one she trusts to satisfy her fantasies? I’ve never wanted anything more.

“Honor,” I rasp, releasing her breast as my hand presses harder on her throat. “Tell. Me.”

Her lips part. “I… I…”

“Honor,” I snarl, because holding back has become agony, every muscle on my body screaming that I give into the urge to fuck her hard and fast.

She whines, “I don’t want you looking at anyone but me.”

All the air leaves my lungs. “Keep talking,” I demand, my tone harsh with desperation as I shove my hand between us to rub her clit. Honor moans, gazing up at me from beneath her pale eyelashes, and I can tell she’s gaining confidence from my reaction.

“I used to fantasize that you’d taken a picture of me in California.” Her hold on my hair tightens as I pump harder, making her tits bounce. “Oh god, don’t make me say it,” she half laughs, half cries.

“Say it.”

“I thought about you using it to jerk off. Other times, I wondered what would happen if I sent you a video of me, what you would have done with it.”

That’s incredibly sexy, and I’m almost as turned on by the confession as I am by her trusting me with it. “You want to know what I would have done with a video like that?” She nods, and I feel her movements growing more desperate as she claws her way toward another orgasm. “I would have rubbed my cock raw,Valentine. Jesus, I’m too fucking old for that shit, but just seeing you smile gets me hard.”

Wetness gushes over my dick as she comes, her scream muffled in my neck as she writhes against me, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. “Julian, Julian, Julian,” she chants, shaking with how hard she’s coming for me.

It would be easy to press deep into her slick, swollen cunt and come with her. Jesus, I fucking want to, but tonight is our last before the gala, and it’s never been more important that I show Honor she doesn’t need to be afraid. I can give her everything she needs.

When her body sags beneath mine, boneless and sated, I pull out and get to my feet, rounding the bed to where my clothes lay abandoned on the floor.

“What are you doing?” asks Honor, propping herself up on her elbows to watch me. She’s so goddamn stunning right now, flushed from the number of times I’ve made her come, her hair messy and her breathing still heavy.

Straightening up, I show her what I was searching for. My phone. Without a word, I cross to the bedside table and prop it up against the lamp, giving the camera a perfect view of the expanse of the mattress and Honor laid out on it.

When I look back at her, it’s clear my guess this would turn her on has been proven correct. “I want to record us.”

She lets out a ragged exhale, her pupils blown wide. “Is it safe? People can get hacked right?”

“There are probably nuclear weapons facilities with less security than my phone,” I promise her, crawling over the bed, laying kisses over her soft stomach and up between her breasts.

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