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My knees were going weak, and I grabbed his shoulders to keep from falling. He pulled his hands free and sucked the finger that he’d been using inside me. I watched him with a mix of fascination and need.

“As much as I love the taste of your cum,” he said, “I want to feel you come on my dick. Will you let me inside you bare?”

Bare. He meant no condom. I hadn’t ever thought about that. He’d been with hundreds of women. Hadn’t he just said that?

“I’m clean. I swear. I made sure,” he said, then reached for the T-shirt I was wearing and pulled it up and over my head. “You’re not on birth control.” He said it like a statement, not a question, but I shook my head anyway.

His hands covered my breasts, and I could see the torn look in his eyes. As if he was battling his decision. Right now, I knew that I’d give in to anything he wanted. My brain seemed to shut off when he started touching me.

“Fuck,” he muttered, then picked me up and started toward the direction of the bed.

I wrapped my legs around his waist. When we reached the bed, he set me down on it, then quickly began shedding his clothing. Unable not to look at him, I soaked in every detail.

Was it fair for a man to be this perfect? To not only have a face that made a girl act stupid, but to also have a body that did the same?

When he was naked in front of me, I tried not to look at his erection. I knew the reminder of how big it was would only make me nervous. He bent down, taking the sides of my panties and ripped them, then tossed them aside. I moved back on the bed, but he grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge again.

“I fucked you hard last night. You’re gonna be sore,” he said as he went down on his knees. “Let me kiss it first.”

I gasped as he pressed his mouth between my open thighs. His tongue shot out and flicked my swollen flesh several times.

“AH!” I cried out.

He was right. It was tender where he had stretched me, but it made the sensations stronger. My fingers threaded into his hair as I began to ride his mouth, lifting my hips.

He groaned, and the vibration went through me.

“Oh GOD!” I screamed, never wanting this to end.

He could control me with this power, and right now, all I knew was, I wanted more. A frenzy began to build in me, and I became frantic.

Blaise lifted his head, and I whimpered, ready to force his magical mouth back down. The look in his eyes was as wild as I felt. He tossed me farther back on the bed, then climbed on top of me, pushing my legs open just before he slid inside of me, bringing both pleasure and pain. I grabbed his biceps and cried out.

“Holy fuck,” he said on a groan as he started to pull out, just before slamming into me again.

“Oh, please!” I begged, not sure if I was asking him to stop or keep going.

The pain from his size was more intense this morning, but my body was climbing toward its peak with each rock of his hips.

“Jesus, baby,” he panted. “Too damn good.” He shook his head. “Shouldn’t have done this. I can’t stop now.” His breathing was heavy as he growled and began pumping into me harder.

It was there. I was there. The spiraling was coming to a head, and ecstasy rushed through me as I screamed and called out his name.

“Mine!” he roared as he jerked once, then pulled free of me.

I felt a warmth hit my inner thigh, then my stomach. I’d never seen a guy’s cum, except in the end of a condom. But I knew what it was.

My high was slowly easing, and I opened my eyes to see him picking up his T-shirt. He began wiping me up, and I lay there and watched him. His eyes would linger on an area for a moment before he cleaned me. This felt different. I wasn’t worried about what would happen next. I didn’t regret this. How could I when I was already wondering when we would do it again?

When he lifted his eyes to meet mine, we didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to think about what we would do next. I couldn’t move in with him, and I knew that. This was new, and we didn’t know how long it would last. I had security at the Houstons’. I needed that until I could get my own place.

Before I left today though, I needed to know exactly what we were now.Would he continue to date other people? Were we exclusive?It all seemed like things I should know, but this relationship was nothing remotely close to normal. Blaise wasn’t normal. His life … wasn’t normal.

Twenty-Three

The talk never came that day. After we showered together, Blaise brought me my sundress and then told me he had to go to Moses Mile to see Empire with a new jockey he’d hired. After that, he had to go do some other “horse business,” and he’d leave me at Moses Mile, but he would pick me up at seven.

When we pulled up to Moses Mile, he kissed me, then told me to bring a bag with some clothes tonight. I started to argue that I couldn’t sleep over there again, but he walked off toward the stables. I could follow him and push the talking-about-our-relationship thing, but I didn’t. Truth was, I wanted to be with him tonight. Watching him walk away from me made my chest ache a little, and that wasn’t a great sign.

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