Page 129 of On My Side
He rests his hands on my hips, squeezing gently. “You want me to tell you the parts of you that make my cock ache, sweetheart?”
I dig my teeth into my bottom lip to stifle my moan. Is it ridiculously embarrassing that I'm horny as hell after my little mental breakdown?
Yes, but that doesn’t stop me.
“Can I take your bra and underwear off?” Ren asks, slipping his finger between my shoulder and bra strap.
“Please,” I say, not caring how desperate I sound. Iamdesperate. I reach behind me to lock the door. “Was Piper wearing her headphones?”
“Yes,” he answers breathily, reaching behind me and undoing my bra.
“Excellent,” I respond as I lower my arms, the fabric falling to the floor.
Next comes my underwear, which he gets to his knees to pull down. I lift each foot and shudder when he lifts the fabric to his face, inhaling deeply.
“I like when you do that,” I admit, feeling my blush covering my body.
“Good,” he says simply, looking at me like I’m the sun appearing after a rainstorm. “I like doing it.”
I open my mouth to say something, but he’s on his feet, angling my head and kissing me hard enough to make me wonder if my lips will bruise.
“This mouth,” he murmurs, tracing my lips with his thumb after pulling away. “This mouth kisses me like I’ve never been kissed. This mouth sucks my cock like she’s trying to suck out my soul.”
My cheeks burn and I glance away, but he firmly clasps my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at him. “Uh-uh,” he says darkly, and I know he’s in charge. “You wanted this, sweetheart. You’re gonna take it for me like a good girl.”
“Yes, sir,” I promise.
He kisses me again, one hand tracing down my body, the other on my waist. I gasp and jolt when he cups my pussy and gently squeezes. “This cunt? The prettiest, tightest cunt I’ve ever fucked.”
I bury my face in his neck. “Ren.”
He spins me so I’m facing the mirror, moving his hand from my waist to my neck, squeezing with the perfect amount of pressure to make me even wetter. “Look at yourself.”
And I do, I see chest heaving, body flushed, nipples peaked.
I see myself how he sees me when he fucks me.
I lookhot.
Ren parts me and uses one finger to circle my clit, not quite touching me where I’m desperate for him. He lifts his hand and I take his fingers into my mouth. “Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” he murmurs into my ear, and I shiver, releasing his fingers.
“Your ass, your hips, these goddamn thighs…” He groans, tracing over each part of my body as he says it, the wet warmth of my spit on his fingers lingering after his touch. “I can’t believe I get to touch them, hold them while you fuck me.”
He hesitates, his hands lingering below my breasts. I love him so much when his eyes meet mine in the mirror, uncertain and waiting for my consent. “Yes,” I breathe, and his hands cup my breasts, gently squeezing and massaging. He traces his thumb over my already hard nipples, somehow making them tighten even further.
“Your breasts…” I can’t tell if his voice is awestruck, or pain stricken. Maybe both. “I will never forgive the piece of shit who made you think these are anything less than perfect. Thatyouare anything less than perfect. It feels like my hands were made to hold them. Like my mouth was made to kiss them.” He pauses, like he’s not sure if he should say what he wants to. He leans in closer, his facial hair scratchy against the shell of my ear. “My cock made to fuck them.”
My knees go weak at his words, and thank god this man is holding me, because otherwise I’d be a boneless heap on the ground. “Fuck,” I moan, leaning my head against my shoulder.
He smirks, playfully twisting my nipples. “You like that, sweetheart? You want me to fuck those pretty tits of yours?”
“Yes,” I whimper helplessly. “So much.”
“One day I will,” he promises, kissing my cheek.
“Why not today?” I ask, and he freezes mid-nipple pinch, his face buried in my hair.
“What?” he says in the highest pitch I’ve ever heard come out of his mouth.
