Page 97 of Painted Truths

Gently drawing the thin straps of my dress down to expose my breasts to the night and his hungry gaze, he ravishes first one nipple for several long delicious moments until moving to the other one, almost drawing the whole globe into his warm, wet mouth.

It’s not long before I’m a desperate mess, driving me to reach eagerly for his belt between our writhing bodies.

“Please. Please. I need to feel you inside me.”

My panties are a sopping mess with my need for this man.

Placing his hands on my cheeks, he looks at me intensely. “Liv. I don’t want to hurt you again.” His eyes are filled with a mixture of heady desire and intense regret.

“But I want you, Henry.” I ghost my lips across his, my breath mingling with his. “Fuck me now.”

Flicking my tongue out, I lick his top lip and continue unfastening his belt.

“Fill me up with your cum. I need it.”

And as I’d known they would, my words break his restraint. His mouth claims mine in a deep, hungry kiss, our tongues undulating against one another in the same rhythm as our bodies, which are far too clothed for my liking.

Wrenching open his belt, button and zipper, I tug his underwear forward, allowing his big, beautiful cock to spring free into my waiting hand. We continue kissing each other senselessly as I slowly but firmly grasp his satin encased hardness under the bulbous head. Henry wraps his own hand over mine, moving my hand in rhythm with his increasingly desperate kisses before he roughly stops, pulling back.

“Enough.”

The single word is a hoarse bark. “I need inside before I blow in your tiny little hand, Peach.”

Sitting back onto the sand, I raise the hem of my dress until it meets my knees before popping a brow and lifting my chin in challenge.

“Well, come on in, then.”

Before I know what’s happened, he’s spun me over as though I weigh nothing so that I’m kneeling on the sand facing the ocean. Henry gently raises my dress from behind until my ass is exposed to his ravenous eyes.

He palms first one cheek, then the other, before squeezing hard, pulling a low groan of pleasure from my throat. Leaning over my back until his mouth is pressed to my ear, he says, “I’m going to take you like this now because, firstly, I don’t think you’d enjoy the feeling of sand in your pussy for the remainder of the evening.”

We chuckle together softly as he plants a kiss on my exposed shoulder blade while running his hand around to grip my swaying breasts firmly. He twists and plays with my nipples, sending another pool of arousal straight to my already soaked underwear.

“And secondly, because I want to see your gorgeous ass bouncing on my dick as I fuck you from behind.”

He moves back, removing his heavy warmth from my spine when I suddenly hear a ripping sound before feeling him tear my panties from my body. I look over my shoulder just in time to see him pocket my ruined knickers in his tux pocket, shooting me a wide smirk in the process.

Leaning forward, he places an open-mouthed kiss on one cheek, followed by the other, as he runs a single finger from slit to clit, drawing my wetness the entire length of my throbbing wet core. Nipping my ass cheek with his teeth, he makes me yelp, and I can feel the vibrations from his laughter roll through my body just as he moves back further, pressing my ass cheeks apart, encouraging me to arch my back, exposing my wetness to him fully.

Just when I think he’s going to fuck me, he leans his face forward, closes his mouth firmly over my clit, and licks me into a frenzy. His groans of pleasure and the sound of his mouth on me make my desire laden veins feel as though my entire body is on fire.

“Your pussy tastes sweeter than your name, Peach. Come on my tongue, baby. Feed me that delicious honey. I’m starving for you.”

I feel so open, so exposed, and his dirty words send me that much closer to the edge. I’m this fucking close to coming all over his face. I’m sure he can feel it from the jerky movements of my hips as I push back into his open-mouthed assault.

Adding first one finger, then two to my stretching sex, he pumps them in and out faster and faster while flicking his pointed tongue back and forth across my engorged nub. When he adds a third finger, the painful pleasure sends me spiralling over the abyss as I chant his name over and over.

“Yes, that’s it, baby. Come all over my fingers.” His words are a growl as he bends over my back to lick the entire length of my exposed spine before seating himself firmly behind my quivering thighs.

He presses his dick between my ass cheeks, slowly pumping between them. Looking back over my shoulder, I can see his eyes have darkened, glued to the sight in front of him in absolute thrall.

“One day, Peach. One day real soon, this hole will be mine too.” His eyes lift to meet mine, the promise behind his words shining brightly from his eyes, and I feel a shiver of premonition run from the top of my head right to the tips of my toes.

He grasps his rigid length in his right palm, pumping it once, twice, three times as a bead of precum appears on the slit. My eyes light up and I chew on my bottom lip while my mouth waters in yearning, a look he doesn’t miss as his eyes promise more to come.

He dips two fingers into my still pulsating centre, drawing out my release and covering his cock with my essence, running his fingers up and down, making it slick. The sight makes me whimper in need from deep within my throat.

“You want this cock, Peach?”