Page 12 of Her Cocky Client
His lips tighten as he rolls the condom over his cock head and down his shaft. “Just for that, I’m won’t go easy onyou.”
He climbs on the bed. His hands find my wrists again, pushing them into the mattress, holding me down with what’s probably only a fraction of his weight but feels like all of it. His dick hits my opening, roughly pushing aside my wet, swollen pussylips.
He stays true to his promise, drilling into me hard, ignoring my cry, which is a mix of surprise, pain, and pleasure. Each hit of discomfort is followed by one of ecstasy. Nick’s hot breath covers my cheek as he pummels into me. Whimpers escape from my throat. I sound like I’m losing control, and I am. This man has total control over me. I can’t stop him even if I wantedto.
Which is perfect, because I don’t want him to stopnow.
My walls tighten around his thickness. I’m getting close. The tense coiled-up feeling in my lower belly is about to unwind, causing limbs to shake and a guttural moan to leave my throat even before an orgasm hits me hard. Nick growls, eyes dark as I buck beneath him. He holds my hips firm to the bed to stop my thrashing and grinding. Probably because I’m affectinghim.
He thrusts into me harder, his hands returning to my wrists. I’m so sated, I don’t keep track of how much time has passed as he pulls out and leans back. He sits there, stroking his cock as he just gazes at me. A fine sheen of sweat covers his face. I can keep staring at him all evening long, but without warning, he flips me over and lifts my ass into the air. He must love that I’m not interested in fighting him or struggling for control. Two orgasms in one evening tend to get me in a cooperative mood. Still, I tense, not knowing what to expect.
Nick parts my thighs, pushing my legs as far apart as they’ll go. Hot breaths of air strike the space between them and I squirm. He digs his nails into me even more to stop me from moving. I’d be lying if I say I don’t enjoy how rough he is as he grips my butt cheeks, pulling them apart, preparing me for what is tocome.
His soft tongue runs along my cunt, lapping up all the wetness there. I’m already shaking as he fucks me with his tongue, but I’m quickly learning that Nick is not about playing tame or keeping it simple. Pressing a finger at my asshole, he uses his other hand on my hip to guide me back and forth onto his tongue. Soon his finger is sinking into my tight hole, matching his tongue, taking my pleasure through the roof. I tilt my head down and I practically scream into the pillow from the wicked pleasure that bows my spine.
Nick silences me with a hard spank on my ass cheek. I bite down on the pillow as his tongue makes languid circles around my hole. I’m so sensitive that I can’t help but tremble. Each time I do he spanksme.
I’m gasping for breath, riding the high tide, teetering on the edge. It’s too many sensations at once. Choked noises leave my throat. My nails tear at the sheets. He pulls his mouth away. It’s replaced by his dick, the thick head gliding into my pussy. He hits the perfect spot right away, making my new cry one of pure ecstasy.
Fingers clutch at my scalp, twisting hair between them. He takes some of my strands into a ball and tugs, reining my head back. I arch my back, struggling as Nick pulls my neck up and uses the other hand to push my hips down. On the one hand, it hurt like hell feeling like a pretzel, but fuck, his cock head hits my G-spot each and every time, until I come hard again.
He rides me through the aftershocks, groaning and pumping until he digs his nails into my hips and fixes his groin to my ass cheeks as he comes.
My scalp is grateful when his fingers loosen in my hair, but the rest of me misses the heat of his skin as he draws away from me. The mattress gives as Nick relaxes beside me. Letting my legs stretch out, I lower to the bed to catch my breath and face his direction. He’s starting to look way too comfortable in my bed as he lies there on his back with his hands locked behind hishead.
Like he owns the place.
A cocky grin lifts his lips. “Feel like room service?” he asks. “I could use abeer.”
My lips press together. “I didn’t even invite youin.”
His eyebrows shoot up, but he says nothing.
Maybe I want him to tell me how good this was for him. I’m not sure why, but I climb off the bed and find my ripped shirt.
“That was fun. You shouldgo.”
He gives me a nod and gets out of bed. More silence. My heart sinks. I want him to leave. I do. He needs to go. But I expected at least a little bit of a fight. Isn’t he feeling a shred of anything inside that ripped, toned chest? Nick grabs his clothes and hurriedly pulls them on. I sit on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, as I watch him. Each move he makes causes some muscle or another to flex. After a few seconds, it’s too much to handle and I opt for staring at the floor instead.
I feel his eyes on me. He’s probably hoping that I beg him to stay. I don’t look up. There are footsteps as he heads for the door, and then aslam.
He’sgone.
For good thistime.
