Chapter 112 BONUS CHAP. 19 - CHEATED
\-CLEO'S POV
"What are you doing here?"
"I brought lunch," Blayne spoke in a hypnotic tone, lifting his right hand with the brown paper bag and putting it down. The entire time, he stood in place drooling over the sight of my pink dripping pussy. He licked his lips and his tongue stayed between them.
"Hmm," I seductively bounced my eyes to his awakened crotch. "I told you to stay at work." Every fiber in me sprang high with arousal and excitement.
"You asked for tampons and I thought maybe you needed them
urgently so I quickly went to the store and got a few." He lifted his other arm with the full shopping bag as he went on, "You did not mention the brand but I got as many options as possible." His lustful gaze on my open pussy has it throbbing for his attention. He made the cutest frown. "How could you party without me?"
"It's my body." My comment sank his demeanor a tad bit. Lust prevailed and he licked his lips again. I do not close my legs. It was clearly an open invitation. Teasing him was fun.
His eyes dilated to onyx black and his face went solemn with ardour." Nah-uh. It's my pussy. No one touches it except me. Not even you."
"Then what are you going to do about it?" I scoffed and closed my legs, getting up from the couch after coquettishly challenging him.
I took the bag in his right hand from him and went into the kitchen around the island. His fiery eyes traced my every movement with unmasked fervour. Pretending not to notice, I washed my hands in the sink and opened the bag to take out the lunches. Two boxes were in there and I placed them on the countertop. The next thing I knew was my t-shirt being lifted and hands massaging my bare ass that incited sparks.
Then a hard smack landed on each ass cheek. I yelped. "What the hell, Blayne!"
Surprised by his spontaneous deed, I tried to swirl around to face him with my anger. One step ahead of my thinking, his hands encircled my upper arms, holding me stagnant. He pressed his massive physique on me and buried his face in the crook of my neck, on my marking spot, breathing hard. The iron rod in his pants alerted me of his readiness. His sexual prowess galvanized into his beast.
"Baby, here's the first rule." He peppered three kisses on my neck and moved to nibble on my earlobe. "You aren't allowed to touch your pussy unless you are cleaning it."
"Don't you dare tell me what to do with my cunt!"
He leaned backward to create minor space between us and delivered two additional slaps again and poked a finger between the crevices of my thighs, rubbing my folds.
"Blayne," I moaned as my protest disappeared into thin air.
The force of his body braced into me again, his lips went to the same spot. "Will you leave my pussy alone?" His hands drew up and down my hips, and sparks sizzled along their sweep.
"What?" It was a breathless response. All intelligent thoughts left
me.
He smacked my ass again. It stung like a bee-itch. The next time the weight of his full body compressed me against the island, he rips the burgundy t-shirt from my body. His hands took hold of my breasts, kneading them while he sucked on my sensitive neck.
"Umm," A fire ignited and blazed. "Mhm."
"I will fulfill all your desires no matter what they are." He bit on my neck but did not mark me. I hissed as he withdrew his teeth. "Do you surrender, baby? Or must I fuck you into submission?" He sucked and licked the spot he had bitten to heal the flesh. He tore his shift off and tossed it on the floor.
I managed to glare at him, but one look of amusement quickly banished. Provoking his antics, I muttered in a near squeak, "Who says that you get to own it?"
"I'm your man, Cleo. You better stop denying it." He tipped my head to the side and gave me a long hard kiss. "Why didn't you call me to come and bury my tongue inside of your pussy?" One hand left my breast and lightly grazed my skin as it glided down my abdomen, all the way to my clitoris, forcing my legs to create a wider gap.
Muddle-headed with pleasure, I did not care to answer except to stay seated in the bliss. I was deeply turned on. Any prospect of my resisting him was masked by the resplendent emotions he stirred in me. The more he spoke, my body became ravenously horny.
He pinched my nipple and I gasped, then another slap followed. "
Baby, speak." He commanded in a husky subsonic tone.
"I-I couldn't h-help it." I bit my lip and pushed my ass against his crotch, and side-glanced at him. His hand remained on my clitoris and he rubbed the nub. "I wanted you. Mmm."
Each structure in my body was enveloped in ecstatic circlets that connected every liquid component to its throbbing. A million tingles of concentrated ripples connected each metastasizing ring, wobbling my knees.
"Should I punish you for being a naughty girl?" He deserted my clitoris and I whimpered. He slapped me four times and ran his finger through the crack from my anus to my slit. "Or will you leave my pussy alone?"
"Fuck, Blayne!" I cried out from reeling in the pleasure-pain because he fueled a craving for sexual release. I needed to cum. "Will you?" He slapped me again and slipped a finger inside my pussy, slowly rotating it. His voice became a forceful caress that prompted a sound from within me. I never imagined a man could ever make me feel this vulnerable to him. I was totally amazed.
"Yes, Blayne just fuck me!" My hips moved on his finger and he pressed me into the counter again.
Triumphantly, he emitted a throaty chuckle. "Be still, spicy vixen."
Obediently, I waited for his next action. He knelt behind me and
raised my left thigh high in the air, just below the white marble countertop. I felt his hot breath fan my pussy and he settled his mouth directly beneath it.
Anticipation is a dreadful thing. He slowly pushed his thumb inside me and moved it around sluggishly and grind it against my inner walls. Then he removed his thumb and licked my pussy from ass to clitoris. With powerful suction on my clitoris, he slurped the life out
of my core.
"Yes." From the dizziness, I leaned forward so that my bossom lay on the countertop for support.
My hooded eyes tried to find the sight of him snugged against my pussy but could not. Instead, the hyperactive tongue lapping and his sensual grunts ricocheted my ears.
"Oh, I love it." It was fucking good, making me delirious.
His greedy suction choked my pussy, and the grip of his enormous palms smoldered my thighs. He trades pleasure for robbing me of my reality, breath, and climax. An orgasm began to cluster in my core from the sparks his tongue-fucking stimulated. In and out his masterful tongue thrusts. Anxiously, I eagerly await the rapture to be scooped into heaven. Then he abruptly stops. My frustration swells and my cunt cried with slick leaking out. My pain expression launched at him.
He rose to his feet and did not put my leg down. His free hand slapped my right ass cheek, groping it. He smiled and taunted, "Was my tongue better than your fingers?"
Using his fingers, he brushed the tousled blond hair from my face. His glossy chin nudged my neck as he kissed my temple. "Where's my orgasm?" I sassed in return, with my head laying on his shoulder to side-glance at him pointedly. He kissed below my eyelash. I pushed his head away.
"You'll get your orgasm and my cock when you admit that your pussy and everything else about you is mine." His piercing brown eyes squinted by an inch and intensified as the seconds passed. He wanted a response and I wondered if my ass was about to get more spanking. They ought to be cherry red by now.
Smiling like a hellish cat, I jibed, "Drop the pretentious act. I know
you want me. Your hard cock won't lie." My right hand goes behind me to clutch his erected cock in his pants.
A loud gasp escaped my mouth from the feel of his huge manhood. None of the mountain guys were that humongous. I've seen most of them when they shifted in and out of their wolves. I think my
Gamma would put their little peckers to shame. Why does his manhood feel different from the time that I was in my heat? His mouth opens up to growl at me. "I want every inch of you, my
spicy vixen." He lets my hand toys with his equipment and his chest heaved heavily as his breathing got loud with thunder-rolling sounds. The thickness in his rough voice incited titillating shivers over my body. "I'll tease you and bring you to the edge and never make you cum until you accept the fact that you are mine. That will always be your punishment."
Like a shadow, the weight of his body was still pressing me against
the counter. He had all the power and control in this situation. Not letting me budge or walk away. Based on the added pressure, my hands leave his stout cock in a sorrowful surrender. My wolf wanted a meaty bite and so did I, but his cream bars held me captive. Finally, he swung me around. His jaw twitched with irritation. A
warm firm hand clasped my jaw, tilting my head back and locking my gaze onto his. His stern brows are capped with ferocious eyes. "Get on your knees." Those lush pink lips thinned with barbarity and his densely thick tone. So damn sexy! "On the floor now, Cleo."
My knees buckled and I dropped before him. My wolf was playing and deciding easily for us. Blayne watched me unlatch his belt and pull down his zipper, then lowered his jeans to his ankles. His boxers
went next and I did not think my mouth was broad enough to take all of his shaft in it. Looking at his dick, I did the math, width versus length.
Mr. Cock said howdy, sticking up in the air with its wet tip and veiny
monstrosity. Flattening my tongue, I took the first lick to taste the droplets of saltiness on his tip. He hissed through his teeth and his
cock twitched. Joy plastered on his face and groans of pleasure. I licked him from balls to tip, catching saliva as it drained down. "Rule this cock, baby. It's yours," he whispered indecently. At his lewd remarks, my pussy constricted with juice discharging. With flush cheeks, my warm mouth gently takes him, sucking and
swirling my tongue around his long lump of flesh. His eyelids shut and open periodically as his lips tightly round with each sound he makes. With only half of his cock inside, I attempt several sucking techniques till I discover his preferred one.
"Fuck!" He moans huskily and his half-hooded darkened orbs fixed on my stuffed mouth.
One powerful thrust from his hips caused his cock to protrude further into my lips. Then, I withdrew with it slipping out, glistening
in my saliva. I continued to suck his swollen balls while holding the length of his pulsating cock in my right hand and aggressively twirling my tongue tip around the slit.
His eyes never leave mine, and as time goes on, their voracity grows
stronger. Blayne groans in ecstasy. My pussy's fluids drip down the insides of my thighs and drop on the hardwood floor.
He captured my loose strands in the palm of his hand and fisted
them while tenderly guiding the thrusting of his dick with ample pleasure engrossing him. Despite the fact that I am not adept at this, satisfaction grows in my chest. It was great to instantly drive him insane with just my tongue. The fist in my hair becomes more clenched. My pussy throbs, yearning to be filled with his delicious sperm and nourished. Blayne starts to thrust into my mouth without any prior notice; it's not rapid or rough, but rather with a searing slowness that has me gagging on his enormous cock even as I try to take in the entirety of his shaft. As he softly pushed his whole cock into my lips and extracted it out, only to force it deeper once more, his hips swung in
unison.
Engaged in this back and forth movement, sucking his cock and tasting him on my tongue, and watching his face contort with pleasure builds my very own need.
"You're doing great, baby." He roared as his cock enlarged in my mouth. "Just a little more."
I suck him harder, applying more pressure while my tongue continues to circulate and slither on his jutting tip. Blayne snarls boisterously while seizing the back of my head and rams his shaft all the way to the rear of my throat, ejecting streams of fluffy yummy semen. He continued thrusting into my mouth until he felt certain that I had gotten his every last drop.
With his fingers knotted in my hair, he snickered with a perverted thrill, "Swallow." He strokes my lower lips with his thumb. This session had my pussy immensely aching for him to relieve it of
the intolerable desire burning inside. I gulp down and my stinging cheeks find peace, at last.
Blayne picks me up off the floor and sits me down on the white marble countertop. The ravenous lust brews fire in his smouldering brown eyes. "You cheated!" I swatted his chest.