“That’s so fucking hot, baby,” she says, threading her fingers into my chest hair until she’s pulling at it, her hands nearly lost in my curls.
She hooks her hand under my boxers, squeezing my ass before she finally gets me naked, a thread of precum stretching between my cock and her fingers.
“Don’t,” I say before she makes me come all over my stomach. She stops with hesitation, an inch from brushing her thumb over the head of my dick. It’s flushed dark, almost purple, ready to spill. “Lay down, sweetheart.”
“Yes.” She draws out the ‘s’ as she opens her legs for me and is so wet her slick pools down her center, and her clit peeks out, swollen and waiting.
I kneel between her legs, lifting one thigh and running my tongue up her inner leg. I do it again, flicking my eyes up to watch her lips part in anticipation. When she’s fully open, I slide my tongue into her entrance, swirling and gathering every drop of her pleasure before I bring it up to lap at her engorged clit.
Her moan is deep and guttural, and my cock twitches against the mattress, a spurt of precum spilling free. Iflatten my tongue and flick at her while my fingers curl inside her, feeling just how close she is to coming for me.
“Fuck, Nate. You’re going to make me come so hard.”
Anger and jealousy rise in equal measure. I don’t want anybody making her come harder than me. I want to imprint every ridge of my tongue and cock so deeply that, if there’s someone after me, she measures every single fucker against me for the rest of her life. So I wrap my mouth around her clit and suck, teeth rasping lightly, until she’s coming so hard you can’t even tell it’s my name she’s screaming.
“Yell my name again,” I say, pressed to her pulsing clit. Then I bite her inner thigh hard enough to leave the imprint of my teeth but not enough to hurt her. Before she can complain, my mouth is back between her legs. “You’re going to come for me one more time before you get my cock.”
“Nate!” she half shouts, half pants.
“That’s right, baby. Let everyone around us know I’m the best you’ll ever have.”
I suck and lap, hooking my fingers inside her until she’s clenching around me, dripping spurts of pleasure into my beard. Her orgasm is so intense she can’t even form words.
And just as it’s about to be too much, I grab her hips, lift her, and impale her on my leaking cock while she’s still clenching and moaning. Only, it’s too much for me too. Her pleasure turns me on more than I can handle, and I’m not prepared to last—not when I’ve craved her for so long. It takes two shallow thrusts before I’m riding my own climax, shooting more cum than I ever have into her glorious pussy.
When her name dies on my lips, she thrusts her tongue inside my mouth, so I can’t apologize. Her tits flatten against my chest as she rolls me onto my back until she’s on top, and my softening cock slips free of her. She bites my lip enough that the tiniest drop of blood stains her mouth. When she risesover me, her large round breasts capture my gaze, still pebbled with the remnants of her pleasure.
“You have some nerve pulling this possessive bullshit,” she scathes. There’s desire there, but her voice is also dripping with hurt and judgment.
“Sweetheart, I?—”
“Shut up.” She leans over the side of the bed, my cock and soul sad at the loss of her heat, and comes back up with her long-sleeve shirt. “Sit up and push your back against the headboard.”
I hold onto her hips, aching for more of her body as I shift back until my spine hits the cool wood. When her breasts bounce right over my face, I can’t help but lick and suck them, moaning at the feel of them pebbling against my warm mouth.
She threads the shirt through the slats in the headboard and grabs my left wrist. Robyn pauses, making it a point to find my gaze. “Green?” she asks.
I nod, and she ties the shirt twice—tight. Then she does the same with my right arm.
“You’re hurt because I fucked other men after we broke up, yes?” she whispers into my ear, licks my earlobe, and kisses down my neck and chest until she looks back up at me from my navel. My cock twitches at the sight of her hunger.
I nod. “Yes, I fucking hurt over it, but it wasn’t your wrong. It was mine.”
“It fucking was,” she says, right before licking me, balls to tip, my shaft hardening against her tongue. “What about me?”
She shifts up, my semi-hard cock finding its place between her folds, throbbing against her clit as she moans and takes my pierced nipple into her mouth. She tugs with her teeth until my moan flirts with the edge of a painful groan.
“Yellow, babe.”
Quicky, she laps at my nipple and kisses it before tuggingagain, much softer but still with some force to it. When she meets my gaze, I nod. No pain this time, only pleasure.
“You kissed someone while we were together.” She bites my nipple—hard but not as much as before. “You went on dates with her.” She bites harder, this time into my side. “You had a whole fucking affair.” When her teeth descend again, it’s hard enough that when she lets go, the imprint stays.
It’s not painful in a way I want to stop, my cock as hard as it was at the beginning, but it hurts now that I know what we’re doing.Letting the anger out…
I try to hold her, but the ties are short and tight, locking me in place. “I’m so fuck?—”
“I don’t want to hear you’re sorry again.”
