Page 107 of Twisted (Never After)
Her nipples are pebbled and fucking perfect, and I need them in my mouth immediately, so I lean down and suck one of them between my lips, swirling my tongue around the nub and sinking in my teeth because I want to hear her moan.
She responds beautifully, her back arching and her hands flying to the back of my head, pressing me further into her skin. My cock pulses, precum beading from the tip and soaking into my briefs.
My other hand moves down her sternum, tracing patterns on her torso before reaching the hem of her sweats and sliding the soft fabric down her legs, my mouth never losing its rhythm on her breast.
She lifts her hips and I draw her underwear down next, tossing them somewhere behind me, needing to see her naked and splayed out before me like an offering.
Because that’s what she is. That’s what she’s doing.
Offeringherself to me.
Finally, I release her nipple, pulling back and tearing myself away from her hold, sitting back on my legs and gazing down at her.
I’ve had her sweet cunt in my mouth and her taste on my tongue, but this is the first time I’ve seen her completely naked.
She’s so beautiful it hurts.
“Julian,” she pleads, squirming on the bed, her eyes heady.
“Don’t interrupt me while I’m staring at my wife,” I purr, unbuckling my belt and lowering my pants until my cock pops out, hard and aching.
Reaching down, I grip my shaft, the length jumping in my palm when I imagine what it will feel like to slip between her legs and bury myself inside her.
“I like it when you call me that,” she says, biting on her lower lip.
I smirk, nudging her legs farther apart as I move closer, and then I reach forward with my free hand, pulling on her chin until she lets go of the skin.
“Don’t mar these pretty lips, amore mio,” I say, hovering over her and skimming my mouth across hers, my cock twitching in my palm. “I have plans for them.”
She reaches out, her fingers playing with the buttons on my shirt. She undoes them one by one, and I breathe deeply, allowing her to slip it off my shoulders and run her fingers across the expanse of my chest.
Pinpricks of feeling skate along my skin with her touch, and I fight against the intrinsic urge to push her away, to hold her down and control the situation.
She runs her hands over my shoulders and down my arms until she grips my cock, her palm covering my own. “Show me how you like it.”
I release my shaft and let her fingers wrap around it, the feel of her on my skin making my body buzz. I cover her hand with mine, moving us slowly up the length of me and then back down, my nuts drawing up from the visual of her beneath me and stroking my cock.
More moisture beads at the tip and she swipes her thumb over the head, smearing it down the sides and using it as lubrication as my hand falls away and she takes over jacking me off.
“You’re so big,” she states.
I stop her movements, grabbing her fingers in mine and pressing her hands above her head, the same way I had them earlier when we were up against the door. Leaning down, I flatten my body to hers, her heart beating against my chest and her breaths puffing out against my lips as my cock teases the wet entrance to her pussy.
“And you’ll take every inch, won’t you, good girl?”
Her hips thrust up, trying to get me inside her, andfuck, my eyes roll back in my head from just the thought of sliding into her wet cunt.
“Fuck me like a whore,” she moans, running her slit along the length of my cock, making it drenched from her arousal.
“You’re not a whore.”
Her legs push against my frame and then wrap around my back, pulling me into her, my dick lined up perfectly at her entrance, and her eyes lock on mine. “I’myourwhore.”
Jesus.
And that’s all it takes to send me off the rails. I push forward with my hips, sliding inside her, her pussy wrapping around me like it was made to fit my cock.
She moans, her mouth gaping and her eyes rolling as her back arches.
