Chapter 79 Back In Your Arms

Chapter 79 Back In Your Arms
His thumbs brush over my nipples, pinching them in a way that makes me gasp. 
They’re extra sensitive after my orgasm, but every touch sends fresh sparks straight to my core.
Lawrence plays with them, kneading each one and tugging my nipples.
He watches my face as I moan and arch into his touch, focused on every little reaction I give him.

“You're so fucking perfect,” he groans. “Look at how hard your nipples are for me.”
I arch into his touch, biting my lip as he pinches them again. My pussy is still throbbing from coming on his tongue, but I’m already getting wetter.
He leans down and sucks one nipple into his mouth, his tongue sweeping across it before he bites gently. 
I moan louder as he switches to the other breast, giving it the same slow attention.

“Oh, fuck...” I breathe, rocking against his hardness. The action obviously tortures him, so he releases my nipple and looks at me through hooded eyes. 
I decided to put him out of his misery by undoing his zipper, yanking down his jeans halfway. 
His thick cock juts out, full and throbbing with need.  
I stroke him first, loving how he hisses through his teeth.
“Sit on it,” he growls. "Don't keep me waiting."

I want to sink on him right away, but I decide to try something different.
Turning around slowly, I give him my back and reach between my legs to guide his thick cock to my dripping pussy. 
Gradually, I lower myself onto his shaft, reverse cowgirl style. The head of his cock pushes against my entrance, then slowly stretches me open as I sink down.
Lawrence curses loudly, his hand gripping the edge of the couch so hard his knuckles almost turn white.
“Oh… shit,” he groans in the voice of someone who's been used. “Fuck, Scarlett.”
I whimper at how full I feel and begin to ride him. 

“Fuck,” he groans again. “Look at that pretty pussy taking me so deep.”
I glance back at him to see that he's crossed his arms behind his head, his brows pulled together in pleasure. 
“Your ass looks so good bouncing on my dick,” he growls. “Faster, baby. Ride me like you mean it.”
I bounce on his dick, feeling my ass jiggle with every drop down. Lawrence slaps it lightly before squeezing hard.
“Yeahhh… that's it,” his voice is gravelly as he encourages me. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Such a greedy little pussy.”

Riding him this way feels ridiculously good, and the angle hits so deep it makes my toes curl. 
“God, you’re dripping all over,” he rasps. “So fucking wet for me.”
I lean forward and bounce faster, moaning loudly as I fuck myself on him. 
My pussy slides up and down his cock with ease, making those familiar sounds.
I start to queef a little from how soaked I am, but I’m too aroused to care. 

I might come again because the pleasure is building once more, dizzying and intense. My thighs hurt, but I don’t want to stop. I want to keep fucking myself on him until they grow useless.
My core muscles start to contract, and Lawrence notices. He suddenly grips my hips, stopping my movement.
“Not yet,” he growls.
He lifts me off his cock with ease, and I roll to the side of the couch, breathing hard.
I watch him stand up, his cock rock hard and shimmering with my juices, the veins standing out.
He looks so fucking hot like that. 

Lawrence doesn’t say a word as he bends down to scoop me up and carry me to the bedroom. The entire way, he kisses me deeply and hungrily, that deft tongue of his thrusting into my mouth as he walks.
I whimper into his mouth, wrapping my legs around his waist.
When we get to the bedroom, he drops me onto the edge of the mattress. 
I crawl back a little, biting my lip as I watch him climb on. He’s on his knees, staring down at my legs like he’s starving, and I choose to tease him by lifting one foot in his direction.
I press my toes against his chest.

Lawrence chuckles, but he doesn’t push my foot away. Instead, he grabs my ankle and brings my foot to his mouth. He starts with my baby toe, sucking it slowly. 
I gasp because I wasn't expecting that, and more because the feeling is surprisingly good, sending little sparks up my leg straight to my clit.
He takes his time, sucking each toe one by one, licking between them and around them, his eyes staring into mine the entire time. 
Then he switches to the other foot. All the while, his hand strokes his hard cock lazily. 

I moan at the sight. This stupidly hot man who happens to be my boss is very eagerly sucking my toes, and getting pleasure from it while he looks at my dripping pussy.
It makes me ridiculously wet to the point that I can feel myself leaking onto the sheets.
By the time he’s done, and both my feet are out of his mouth, I’m aching for him.
Lawrence presses his hands on both sides of my head, leaning over me.
The thick head of his cock teases my entrance. I try to grind against it, desperately, but he holds still.

“Not funny,” I whisper, my voice shaky with need.
He glances down between my legs, making a low sound of satisfaction at how wet I am, then kicks my thighs even wider apart.
“You have to tell me what you want first, Scarlett,” he says in a teasing but commanding voice. 
“I want you,” I answer immediately. “I’ve always wanted you. Please fuck me, Lawrence. Please.” 
I don't even feel an ounce of shame as I beg for his cock. 

“So… fucking…desperate…” he drawls, pushing inside me in one smooth, unhurried thrust.
I gasp sharply as he fills me, stretching my walls in that way only he can. 
My eyes roll back, my nails digging hard into his shoulders as my body adjusts to the thick length of him.
Twenty days without this glorious cock have been pure purgatory.
“Y… y…” I try to speak, but the words dissolve into an incoherent sound.
“Huh? What’s that?” Lawrence teases, his voice low and smug. He pulls back slowly, then thrusts in harder, building a rhythm.
“I can’t hear you, baby.”

My eyes finally focus on his face, that cocky little smirk pulling at his lips, before drifting down to the way his arm muscles flex and strain as he holds himself above me. His shoulders are broad, the veins standing out along his biceps, sweat already starting to glisten on his skin.
“Fuck, you’re still just as tight as I remember,” he growls, his hips pushing forward. “You’re squeezing the life out of me. You missed me, didn’t you?”
He follows the question with a long, deep thrust that hits my G-spot.

“You missed this fucking cock.”
“Mmmm…” is all I can manage, the sound turning into a needy whimper.
“Yes, baby,” he groans, picking up the pace. “Tell me how much you missed it.”
I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, as my nails dig deeper into his skin. He grunts at the sting, slamming into me harder.
Lawrence leans down so he can latch onto my neck, sucking hard enough on it to leave a mark as he keeps plunging into me.