Chapter 61: Cock, cunt, come

Chapter 61: Cock, cunt, come
Miles's POV 

"you seem perfectly fine now" she whispers as I returned to take my seat while watching her.

She was still standing, her hands on her waist and I can tell she's more than troubled about the discussion I brought up.

All she knows is to murder. Even as a detective, she's meant to maintain her stance.

As she speaks, twisting that lips of hers, the only thing that sings in my head is cunt, cock, come.

Belle had started to twist away and I knew she was sending signals, so mixed that they'd be beyond confusing.

But then, I murmured "one more, princess, just give me one more" 

Her eyes furrows at me as though puzzled over my words and she suddenly stopped talking as she gasped.

I was just lost in her body as I had no idea why I said that. One more what exactly?

One more orgasm? For her? I need to taste her, glimpse at her and then pretend that there was nothing in a way of us being together.

Her lips were moving but I barely heard a word as I blanched. 

There's a secret part of me that wanted to do more than fuck her, it wants to take her to dinner, keep making her breakfast and fall asleep with her in my arms.

Belle was staring at me the whole time with hungry eyes and mouth and those tits so perky and soft under her shirt.

"I'm not leaving princess, I'm having you tonight" I declared and she swallowed as if her mouth were dry. I watched that throat of hers move as she flails her hands in the air.

"And you think I'm letting you do that?"
I smiled devious. She understands, that I want to definitely fuck her.

"Get on your knees" I ordered hoarsely and her breath ceased. Her body froze for a moment.

She's horny, she wants this and even her body betrays her.

Belle scrambled to obey as she kneel in between my legs and peering up at me through her long dark lashes that haunts my dark thoughts.
"Take off your shirt"

Hesitating, she pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor.

I had to fist my hands in my pants to keep from tackling and screwing her brains out because those perfect breasts points out.

Cream-pale with dark pink nipples, small enough to cover with a fingertip but large enough that I'd be able to draw them easily into my mouth.

Even if I've suck them before, they'd still feel new.

I wanted to see my cock slide between those tits, to jerk my climax all over them, to feel them pressed against my chest while I stretched my body on top of hers.

She's quiet, totally embarrassed by her submission as her eyes glared at me in a subtle way.

She was creating this pit in me, yawning needs and even in my gaze, I could see how destructive that would be if I didn't stop it.

I lowered the waist and of my pants just enough to free my dick, leaving my shirt on as well.

I like being dressed when I fuck, there's no bigger turn on than having a naked woman climbing all over me, purring at my feet and squealing in my lap, all while I'm fully dressed.

Belle squirmed now, her hand drifting to the thin fabric between her legs, caressing herself.

That impatience of hers can't be contained.

"You left a wet spot on my leg, princess" i teased glancing down to my thigh, where her arousal has soaked through the fabric of her shorts and my pants.

She's quiet as her eyes danced her sockets, her shame won't let her speak and I feast on that.

I lean my face forward, our lips almost touched as I said;

"Do you want something?"

She whispers; "I want to come"

"But you can make yourself come anytime, you're kneeling before me tonight because you want something else...what is it?"

Belle smirks in a seductive way, her loathe bubbles through her.

"Make me come Miles"

"But you know it's wrong to ask" I teased using two fingers to slap her cheek.

"I knew it was wrong to ask or to want"

I let out a breath and for some reason, that made it all the sweeter.

"Lick" I muttered indicating my cock as my hands were still by my thighs.

I didn't bother holding myself for her, instead, I sat back and watched as she ran her tongue from my base to my tip in one long motion.

Fuck!

My fingers dug into the chair, hissing as she did it again. I've forgotten how smooth and slick, and soft her tongue could be, how perfect it felt tracing lines along the sensitive underside of my dick.

It race delicate circles around the crown.

She didn't do any more than licking just as I have request. Her hands were still between her legs.

Those dove eyes pinned to mine in the dim light. 

They didn't look mad but lustful.

"Suck now"

There's a quick flash of smile on her lips, and when i looked back at her, her head was nothing but a bobbing mass of dark waves between my legs.

I really did groan now. Her head moved eagerly between my thighs. I could imagine her sitting on me, grinding her clit against my shaft.

I leaned forward to kiss her, her soft lips yield to me but she wasn't letting me back for it.

"You want me to fight for it? Princess?" I murmured against her lips.

She nodded breathlessly.

"You want me to steal it from you?"

Belle gave me another nod as her eyes flutters at me.

"Force it from you" I furthered as we exchanged breath.

She gave a shuddering exhale and then finally another nod.

My princess wants it rough and I'd give it to her that way.

My lips became a force as I gripped the back of her head, as hard as I dared, pressing her face to mine.

Grounding my hips into her, I rubbed myself against her and used my free hand to claim her breast, pressing it into her chest and grabbing it fiercely that I knew she could feel every fingertips as bright point of discomfort.