“You’re going to be the death of me, Cleo Jones,” he says lowly, eyes clouded with a look I can’t place as I look up at him.
“I’ll make sure you have a lovely funeral.” I smirk, pulling his mouth back to connect to mine.
The way that we mold together like a perfect set of LEGOs doesn’t pass me by as we move harmoniously in the small enclosed space.
Blake spares no time as he pushes me against the wall. He looks as if he’s about to get on his knees to eat me out but I shake my head at him.
I’ve never been one for true foreplay. Simply kissing me like you want to own me has always done the trick, so when he tilts his head in confusion, looking up at me from his knees, I smirk.
“I said I wanted you to fuck me, not tease my clit.”
He doesn’t say anything as he stands to his full height, towering down on me. Instead, he pulls my chin up to his face, devouring me inside out with only his lips.
“Lift your leg, baby”
I lift up my right leg slightly but that’s not enough for Blake. Blake takes the leg in his hand, hauling it up against his shoulder, and rams into me without warning. I cry out in both pain and pleasure as he rocks into me with unbridled passion.
“Fuck!” I cry out as he soothes me, whispering sweet nothings into my hair as our chests rise and fall against one another.
“You’re my everything, baby.” His words are sweet, soft even, but the way he picks up his pace inside of me is anything but.
Blake fucks me into oblivion, the roughness of his jerky movements completely at odds with the tenderness of his words as he sucks on the soft spots of my neck, hard.
“Oh, Blake.” I moan as his middle and ring finger eases between us, circling my clit as he rocks into me, building up the massive swirl of heat within me as he picks up his pace. A weird feeling of fullness blooms in my stomach.
“You want to cum, baby?” He asks and almost instantly, an uncontrollable feeling of a release flows out of me but it’s not an orgasm. “Shit, that’s so fucking hot,” He says looking down at the sight of me, squirting on his cock.
My mouth drops as I watch the way my body reacts to him, and the sight of my pleasure mixed with his is all that I need to see before a feeling of pure ecstasy washes over me and I finally have one of the most earth-shattering orgasms on Blake’s dick.
Blake finishes moments later, ruthlessly pumping into me before pulling out and finishing himself off.
In my post orgasm haze, I remain quiet as I watch Blake work. He kisses me deeply before cleaning the both of us up. Blake steps out of the shower, careful of getting the floor wet, kissing me one last time before getting a towel, and wrapping me in it.
“That’s one orgasm… you up for another?” he asks, tilting his head to the side as my eyes widen.
Another one?!
“Remember, Princess, I’m going to make cum so much… You’re gonna forget your name.”
thirty-nine
Cleo
“Can I have abottle of hot sauce, please? Yes, that’s perfect. Thank you!” Dad thanks the waitress before turning his attention back to Ryan and I across the table. “So, what’s new? It’s crazy to me that now that both of my kids are on the same campus, I rarely see either of y’all.” Dad sighs, folding his hands over one another.
“Aw, don’t lie, old man, you miss the little princess more, we just played cards last night.” Ry chuckles, waving off our dad as he skims over the menu.
Of all the people on the SFU campus, my father and younger brother have been the two people whom I've seen theleast. It makes me a little sad that I haven’t spent as much time with either of them, but we’ve all been pretty busy with school and games.
“Well, of course, I miss my daughter! She’s never around.” Dad pouts as he swirls his sweet tea around in his cup. I frown at his words but choose to ignore them as Ryan finishes ordering his food and the waitress approaches me.
She’s pretty in an early 2000s model kind of way with a beautiful facial structure and bold runway style makeup. As I look up at the girl named Yanai, as told by her name tag, a startled gasp erupts from Ryan as well as an angry grumble from my dad.
My eyes widen and I slowly turn to face two of the most important men in my life, each of them equally pissed off in their own ways.
“Whatthe fuckis that?!” Dad whisper-yells first, pointing his knife at the badly concealed giant purple hickey coloring the skin of my neck.
Before our small brunch date, Georgia and I spent fifteen minutes trying our hardest to conceal all of the small love bites.
