Chapter 76 Chapter 76
Amelia
The force of his push drove the air from my lungs before his mouth could steal it. I tried to push him away, a half-hearted protest lost in the storm of his need, but his kiss was desperate and furious. His teeth caught my lower lip, sharp with a bite that made me gasp. He took that opening, his tongue sliding into my mouth, hot and demanding.
Our tongues danced, a fierce, slick battle for control that I was already losing. He took my purse from my hand, the sound of it hitting a nearby couch. He moved us deeper into the corner, his body a solid wall of heat pinning me to the plaster.
His hands were everywhere. Rough palms slid down my ribs, over my hips, cupping my ass and squeezing hard. Through the thin silk of my gown, I could feel the desperate tremor in his fingers. My body was already wet, sloppy and needy for him.
We broke apart, gasping for air in the dim light. “Mel,” he growled, his voice ragged. “I want to fuck you so hard tonight.” He placed his forehead against mine, his breath hot on my face.
A wild thrill shot through me. “Then quit talking and get to it.”
That was all the permission he needed. His lips attacked my neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin just below my ear. I’d be wearing turtlenecks for days. I moaned, my head falling back against the wall, offering him more.
His hands found my breasts, cupping them through the silk, his thumbs circling my nipples until they were hard, aching points. I arched into his touch, a silent plea for more.
His hands roamed my sides, searching for a zipper, a clasp. When his frantic search found nothing, he didn’t hesitate. With a harsh rip, the delicate fabric tore from my shoulder to my waist, cool air washing over my heated skin.
“You are buying me a new dress this time,” I breathed.
“I will buy you hundreds of them,” he vowed, his voice muffled against my skin. His lips found my exposed nipple, and he sucked it into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth. The sensation was electric, a direct line of pleasure to my core. He swirled his tongue around the peak, then bit down gently, making me cry out.
In one fluid motion, he lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he carried me a few steps to a large, plush couch. He laid me down on the soft leather, his body following, his mouth never leaving my breast.
He gave the same devastating attention to the other nipple, his free hand fondling and pinching the wet one he’d just abandoned.
His mouth trailed a blazing path down the valley between my breasts, over my quivering stomach. His tongue swirled around my navel, dipping inside, before he moved lower. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my lace panties. With a sharp tug, he ripped them apart, the sound loud in the quiet room.
He drew my thighs apart, his gaze fixed on the heart of me. A low groan rumbled from his chest. His finger circled my slick opening, gathering wetness. “Fucking soaked for me,” he said, the words thick with desire.
Then his mouth was on me. His tongue took one long, slow, sweet lick from bottom to top. I screamed, my back bowing off the couch. My own hands flew to my breasts, squeezing them, pinching my nipples as the pleasure exploded.
“Fuck, Maxwell!” I yelled, my voice echoing.
He didn’t let up, he started sucking my clit hard, his tongue a relentless, wicked point of pressure. He licked every fold, probed every corner, drinking me in. I ground my hips against his face, my hands tangling in his hair, pressing him closer. “Right there! Yes, right there!” I chanted, my movements becoming frantic.
Without warning, he slipped a finger inside me. One deep, penetrating thrust. I whimpered, my inner muscles clamping down around the intrusion. He started pumping, fast and immediate, curling his finger just so. His tongue never left my clit, the dual assault making my vision blur. I could feel my own juices slicking his chin, and he licked them away as his finger kept its ruthless pace.
“I’m so fucking close!” I screamed, my cunt clenching rhythmically around his driving finger. He felt it, added a second finger, stretching me deliciously. He scissored them, searching, and then, he found the swollen, sensitive spot deep inside. He pressed against it, a steady, insistent pressure as his fingers pistoned in and out.
I was teetering on the very edge, my toes curling, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Then he slowed. His fingers almost stilled, his tongue gentled to soft laps.
“What the—? I was so close!” I yelled, frustration and need warring in my voice. I tried to guide his hand, to force the rhythm back. “Please, don’t stop.”
He lifted his head, his mouth glistening. He smirked, a dark, playful look in his eyes. His fingers inside me gave a slow, teasing curl. “I will give you what you want,” he said, his voice husky. “If you promise to take the car back.” To emphasize his point, he pumped his fingers fast again, three hard thrusts that made me gasp, then stopped completely.
“You are… a fuck…” I screamed as he suddenly hit my spot again with a deliberate thrust. “You bast— haaaaaaa!” The expletive dissolved into a ragged cry as he added a third finger, the stretch intense and perfect. “I’ll take the car back! I will take it!”
“Good girl,” he purred. His fingers resumed their punishing rhythm, in and out, curling and pressing on my inner spot. My climax gathered, just as I was about to break, he pinched my nipple hard with his free hand. At the same exact moment, his thumb pressed down on my clit, pinching the swollen nub between his finger and thumb. I shattered.
My orgasm tore through me, violent and consuming. My body locked, back arched impossibly high, a silent scream on my lips as wave after wave of pure, electric pleasure ripped through my core. Juices flooded out of me, a hot rush that soaked his hand and the couch beneath me. He didn’t pull away, as I convulsed, his mouth was back on me, his tongue lapping eagerly, drinking every drop as my cunt pulsed around his tongue.
Slowly, slowly, I came down, I lay there, panting, the aftershocks making me twitch. I managed to raise my head, my gaze drifting down his body.
There, tenting his expensive trousers, was the hard, thick line of his cock. A dark spot of precum soaked through the fabric. I reached out a trembling hand, palming him through the cloth. He was iron-hard, pulsing. “I want to taste you so bad too,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered, his own voice strained.
I moved, sliding off the couch to kneel on the plush rug before him. My fingers found his zipper, fumbling slightly before I freed him. He yanked his pants and boxers down impatiently. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head slick and gleaming with precum.
I ran my hand over the hot, silken length, feeling him jump in my grip. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to the tip, tasting his salty essence. He sucked in a sharp breath. I teased him, licking around the crown, then trailing open-mouthed kisses down his rigid shaft. I licked further, down to his tight, heavy balls, taking one into my mouth and sucking gently.
“Fuck,” he growled, his fingers digging into my scalp.
I moved to the other ball, giving it the same treatment, my hand stroking his shaft steadily. Precum dripped freely now. I took him into my mouth, swallowing him down as far as I could.
He groaned, long and low, and his hips gave an involuntary thrust, pushing himself deeper into my throat.
I looked up, meeting his blazing eyes, and winked as I sucked him harder, hollowing my cheeks.
“Fuck, no one does it like you, Mel,” he choked out, his control fraying. He started to fuck my mouth in earnest, setting a deep, rhythmic pace, his hands holding my head in place. I relaxed my throat, taking him, my tongue swirling around the underside of his cock with every retreat.
I felt him swell, the rhythm of his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. His grip on my hair tightened. A guttural shout was torn from him as he came, hot jets of cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed, sucking him through every pulse, milking him until he was soft and spent.
He pulled out of my mouth with a soft pop. Before I could even catch my breath, his hands were on me again. He lifted me from the floor and laid me back on the couch, this time on my stomach . In one swift move, he hiked my hips up, my legs dangling off the edge. He positioned himself behind me, his renewed hardness pressing against my slick, sensitive entrance.
He leaned over me, his chest against my back, his mouth at my ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he whispered, the promise vibrating through me. “Like I have fantasized about for over five years.”