Chapter 37 Be Mine
Christian’s Point of View
I wonder if this was the first time someone had ever eaten her pussy, her frantic responses, her desperate tugs, everything just screamed innocent. But there was also a wild side to her, because in one single moment, she snapped, grinding hard against my face—not even caring if I could breathe or not.
And I liked that violence to her—in fact, I think I preferred it.
It’s something I haven’t discussed, because none of the other girls I have been with wanted to explore with me, but I have always liked a woman who can take control…someone dominant enough for me to kneel.
And that was the reason I broke up with Veronica, she took one look at me and called me a freak. I chuckled to myself, is it too much for a man to want something new and different, something that didn’t follow through with societal standards?
I stared down at Alan’s unconscious body, her legs were spread apart, and the trousers were left in a puddle at her ankles, her pretty pink pussy peeked out towards me, all glistening with her juices and the lips were swollen.
In a world of flavorful food, she was an all-you-can-eat buffet; she was like a ripe fruit—oranges—God, how I love oranges, Alan was so ripe that she juiced even more when I sucked.
She tasted like earth, like rain, like something so natural, like the essence of my being—and right now, even though she is passed out, what I want to do is to hoist her legs up and make her water again.
I was thirsty for her.
My dick reacted to the lewd thoughts, and it strained painfully in my briefs. Unable to put the thoughts away, I brought them out, my eyes focused on her, and then I began to stroke slowly.
I lifted my shirt so I could see myself, holding the edge of my shirt with my teeth. As I continued to stroke, I was fully erect and swollen, with the veins popping against my thumb pad.
I threw my head back as I followed the rhythm, my pace steady.
“Fuck.” I cursed underneath my breath, my eyes flickered back to her glistening pussy, and I pumped even harder and faster—the room filled with my groans and grunts.
I was close.
My knees shifted further into the bed, getting closer to Alan. “Yes, fuck…” I tried to imagine her small lips wrapped around my length, and her head bobbing as I face fuck her.
“Ugh,” I felt my body twitch, and my pace increased—with a strangled moan, I came hard.
The thick string of cum shot out, falling on the skin of Alan’s belly. My body seized, and I stroked slowly now, draining out every single last drop of cum, and letting it pool on Alan’s stomach.
I paused for a moment to catch my breath, a smirk tugging at my lips as I stared at the art I created—admiring everything about her body, and the way my cum marked her skin, like it was always meant to be there.
I allowed my body to collapse on the bed, breathing out when my eyebrows tugged up, and then I realized something.
I don’t even know her real name.
Alan is a boy’s name… she should have a genuine name, I shrugged—I guess I would just ask her tomorrow.
I woke up to frantic and cautious movements around the room. My eyes opened, and I saw her.
Alan was getting dressed, tiptoeing around the room to make sure that I wouldn’t wake up, but guess what, it’s too bad now, I was awake.
“Hey, where are you going?” I asked her as I sat up.
Her face flushed with a healthy red color; she looked like a tomato.
“Um, to class.”
“No, you’re going to be spending the whole day with me,” I told her as I got out of bed. “You can call in sick.”
“And what about you?” She asked, the defiance back in her eyes, and fuck! I was even more turned on; there was something about the fire that burned in her eyes that made me hard. “Are you going to call in sick, too? If the two of us go missing, wouldn’t it be suspicious?”
“No, it won’t,” I answered almost immediately. “We both have different classes, and different dorms, offer different subjects, and are taught by different teachers; it’s not going to be suspicious, unless you’re worried about someone else.”
She bit down on her lips; her eyes flickered away from mine guiltily.
My veins tightened with rage, and I was filled with the intense urge to drive my fist through a fucking wall, or even better, through the face of that bastard.
“Tell me the truth.” I leaned closer into her, one of my hands slipped into my pocket, while the other one held her ears. “It’s Xavier you’re worried about, isn’t it?”
She remained quiet, but silence is enough.
“You don’t want him to know that I tongue fucked you last night, and you slept so well in the days after cumming so hard around my face?” I queried, and then she drove a punch in my shoulder. I didn’t budge—it was rather a weak punch.
“Stop saying things like that.” She snapped.
“But that’s exactly what happened, isn’t it?” I asked curiously. “Tell me another thing, are you in a relationship with Xavier?”
She froze for a while, she blinked, and then sighed.
“It’s none of your business.” She snapped.
“Well, it is.” I unhanded her ears, and my fingers trailed down her body, reaching where her breast was supposed to be, but it was held in place to look like a man’s chest. “I have kissed you—I have sucked your boobs and even your pussy. Don’t you think that should mean anything?”
She bit down on her lips, trying to hide her embarrassment. “I don’t care what you have done with Xavier; I want to be your boyfriend.” I lifted her hands and kissed them, placing her fingers in my mouth to give them a teasing bite. “I will protect you—no one will dare to lay a hand on you, and I will take good care of you.”
Silence settled on us once more, and she squirmed with uneasiness.
“Say that you’ll be mine.”