Page 43 of The Last Call
Seeming to understand my meaning, she drops her arms back to the sides. As much as I hate thinking about all of the motherfuckers who’ve had her before me, I use the reminder to check myself and my eager cock. I know she did all the work. She fucked them instead of the other way around. Giving them everything while she received nothing in return. Because I’ve been that guy. The asshole who just takes. Or only doing enough to make sure the chick got off. Not because I cared but to keep my reputation intact.
It was all about me.
Now, it’s all about her.
I want her to know the ecstasy. To be the first one being fucked. To be the first man to show her she’s loved. To prove I’m the only one who can.
I’m still a selfish bastard though. The first caress is for me. My fingertips ache with the need, and I’m too damn greedy to deny myself. Two long strokes grazing down her torso to press hard against her hipbones. Making her jerk off the bed. Imagining them flexing against mine as I bury myself in her. Jesus. I can’t fucking get enough of that. Loving how responsive she is when I’m near her glorious pussy. When she trembles in anticipation of where I’m going to touch her next.
Of course I can’t hold back and go in for more. Trailing the curve of her tits, the rock hard nipples, the swell of her hips. Strumming the pink folds already glistening with proof of her desire for me. Which I can’t lie is fucking incredible to see.
I separate the lips. Opening her for my fingers and my tongue and my cock. Flicking the jewel in her clit with my thumb. Enjoying the gasps and mewls bubbling in her parted mouth. Her body arching up, seeking more. But I’m in no hurry. I sweep through her sweetness and bring the essence to my tongue. I don’t think I’ve tasted anything as decadent. I leisurely swipe again and bring my drenched fingers to her mouth. “Taste yourself lion. See why I want you so damn bad.”
She hesitates. Never having been pleasured in this way. Which I feel all the way to my impatient dick. I’ll be the only man to give her this gift. To see how fucking stunning she is when I shove my tongue deep and long inside her.
“I’m…”
Fucking adorable. She’s actually shy. Selfless I suppose. Not used to accepting such lavish attention. I glide back and forth across the bare pink skin before dipping inside her folds and mouth simultaneously. Which makes her moan the most fucking beautiful moan I’ve ever heard.
When her desperate fists ball the bed sheet, I’m fucking done. Too difficult to resist. Too much to stand. Too exquisite to stop. I have to have her pussy in my mouth. Not allowing her any time to recover before I shove her thighs up and apart, planting her feet on the mattress on each side of my shoulders. Lifting her hips to meet my tongue. I lick a few leisurely laps before I graze her swollen nub with my teeth. Sucking in the slick petals while I slide my fingers deeper inside.
She shrieks from my invasion, and her hands drive through my hair. Trying to control me. Uh un leone. “Put your hands back on the bed lion, or I’ll tie them up.”
“Why?”
Anger sparks in her tone, and she stiffens in my hands. Attempting to pull away from me which is never fucking happening. Ready to battle but she has no fucking clue the long, drawn out fight we’re going to enjoy tonight. I lift my head from her heaven, her arousal still on my lips, and meet her riled gaze. “Because I don’t need your help. The only person getting you off tonight is me. The only person who gets to touch you is me.”
Defiance conflicts with appreciation in her exquisite face. Still unable to let go completely and submit to me. Well, then I’m going to have to force her. I wipe her juices off my chin with the back of my hand and wink at her. Thriving on the fear blooming in her pensive eyes. I yank off my belt and grab her ankle as she tries to twist away. Too late for that.
She kicks and snarls as I easily manhandle her small frame. Wrapping the taut leather around her wrists and then around the white wooden plank spanning the headboard. Twisting her onto her knees, she is totally and completely trapped. And going to be totally and completely fucked.
“Damn it Julius! Let me go.”
“Never. Not now. Not ever.”
Long hair sways across her smooth back as she struggles. Stilling when she realizes I’ve won once again. That I’ll always fucking win. So fucking spectacular just like I imagined with her looking back at me over her shoulder. “Fuck you!”
I chuckle as I shed my clothes. Calm and unhurried. Well at least I pretend to be. My balls are so damn heavy and aching I can barely stand. Smirking when she watches me stroke my cock a few times before I climb back onto the mattress.
A shudder rolls through her as I smack her ass a few times and then soothe the sting with my fingers returning to stroke her between her thighs. Curling to reach the spot I discovered before that makes her mewl. Her head drops down to rest on her crisscrossed arms, and she stops fighing against her restraints. Welcoming me ravishing her as her pussy contracts around my hand and her body leans into my touch. “I’ve tasted you and fingered you and now I’m going to fuck you, piccolo leone.”
A whimper gurgles in her throat when I move from her dripping pussy to straddle her hips. Total backfire when she stiffens underneath me. Her head flying up to crash into mine. She tries to scramble away, jerking to the side attempting to break my hold on her. Not fucking happening. I force her back under me. Curling over her trembling body, I position her perfectly so I can coat my cock with her arousal and push inside her.
“This isn’t about me. It’s about you.” She seethes with some kind of fucked up misguided anger as I drive deeper. “You’re just trying to be the star of my fantasy.”
Still needing to bust my balls even while they’re slapping against her perfect ass. I kiss her graceful ear. Making my intentions crystal clear. “No lion,youare the star ofmine.”
The fury seeps away as the words sink in, and finally delicate hands grasp the bonds securing her. Bracing herself. Allowing me to pound into her. Which I fucking do. So hard and furious we’re both gasping for air. Because I’m a fucking mad man when it comes to her with only one mission. To get her there. To get her off. To get her convinced. “You are the only woman I’ve ever dreamed about fucking.”
I have one hand on her perfect tit and the other on her throbbing clit. Tugging and twisting in unison while I suck the fragrant skin in the crook of her neck. My own body shaking from her arching into me. Meeting my thrusts and answering my demand to fucking own her as I murmur in her ear.You never have to doubt me. You never have to question my love or my loyalty.
“Wh-what? What are you saying?”
She’s breathless and convulsing and so close to flying, I have to give her what she needs to come while I’m already planning how I’m going to fuck her next. I pull almost all the way out before slamming home again. Over and over, until I’m seated so deep I can feel her cervix resisting the intrusion from the head of my cock and her body almost buckles beneath me. Just like I knew she wanted. Now I’m taking it one step further. “I’m saying I love you.”
The declaration pushes her over the edge, and she screams out for me. So I give her more. I give her everything I’ve got. Biting her shoulder and cupping her pussy to pinch her inflamed clit between my palm and my dick, mixing the pain and pleasure I know my dirty lion likes. My own release unrelenting as I keep pumping. Filling her with my seed while I hold up her limp body. Allowing her to rest for only a few seconds before I flip her over and fuck her again.
Iwake up alone.
