“This is called sixty-nine, Miss Prude. I’m going to devour your little pussy until I make you scream and you will open those lips and suck my cock like you do those lollipops when no one is looking.”
My eyes widen.
How the hell did he see that when I only do it in secret?
I don’t get a chance to think about it before he thrusts his hips so his thing is at my lips. Cock, I chastise myself. It’s called a cock, Nicole.
I slowly open my lips and he drives all the way in. My mouth is so full of him and I still don’t get it all in.
“Now, suck and make it good.”
I hear the challenge in his voice loud and clear, and I rise up to it like a moth who’s well aware that it’ll burn to death.
My tongue creates friction and I’m rewarded with a grunt. In my haste to do it faster, I graze him with my teeth.
The sound that comes out of him is nearly animalistic. “Don’t use teeth, Nicole. Hollow your cheeks, loosen your jaw, and do it faster.”
His order is like an aphrodisiac. My movements are less awkward and more determined as I suck him with everything in me.
“That’s it, Peaches. Good girl.”
I’m surprised my heart doesn’t spill on the mattress right here and now.
Shit.
Why did those two measly words coupled with that nickname feel as if he’s thrusting inside my core instead of my mouth?
I’m still pondering on the strange sensation his words elicited when he places an open-mouthed kiss on my pussy.
It’s so hard and intense that I physically jerk.
But I don’t release him. My mouth is still wrapped around his cock as he rocks his hips, driving in and out in a measured rhythm.
His teeth nuzzle on my soaked folds and then he bites down, making me choke on his girth.
Holy…
Why are my teeth not good for him, but his teeth make me feel like I’m about to explode into a million pieces?
His hot lips wrap around the bruised, sensitive flesh and then he’s sucking on it.
Licking, teasing, kissing.
The chain of events repeats again. Pain, then overwhelming pleasure.
And just when I’m about to get used to the rhythm, he thrusts his tongue inside my core.
It’s intrusive, yet intimate and erotic and so damn intense that I feel myself being rolled to the edge of something. What, I have no clue.
All I’m sure about is that it isn’t a mere orgasm. It’ll be the mother of all orgasms.
But I don’t allow myself to fall into it—not yet. I can’t lose to him.
So even if my thighs are trembling and my heart is about to explode from its confinement, I keep on licking and sucking.
It’s messy and awkward at best, but I don’t fall behind. When he twists my clit between his thumb and forefinger, I reach out to touch his balls.
The more he grunts against my opening, the harder I moan around his dick.
It’s a game.
A push and pull.
And we’re both not playing by the rules. In fact, there’s no such thing at this moment.
No codes.
No rules.
No words.
Just us.
And I’m losing, because his pace has become impossible to keep up with. I’m falling, shattering, and crashing on solid ground.
The orgasm is so hard and swift that I don’t even get to think about it as it hooks against my bones and drags me under.
I scream and he pulls out of my mouth.
“W-what? No…” I don’t want to lose.
“I can’t wait anymore. I need to fuck this tight pussy like I need my next breath.” Daniel flips around and lies opposite me until his face is mere inches away from mine.
The brightness in his eyes is nothing like I’ve seen before. Like a rare shooting star, the type people camp outside to see up close and personal.
I choose to think it’s because this moment means something to him as much as it consumes me and not because he’s simply drugged.
Daniel lifts my leg, places it on his hip and thrusts inside me.
My breath catches as his huge cock tears into me.
Literally.
Figuratively.
Then stops, meeting an obstacle.
“Fuck…” he breathes harshly, his ocean eyes drooping with lust and something else. “Relax, Peaches. If I didn’t know any better, I would say you’re a virgin.”
I turn my face to the other side, biting my lower lip.
He goes still, his cock twitching inside me—probably, like me, needing him to move or do something. I can feel the tension in his thigh beneath my leg.
“Wait…are you a virgin, Nicole?”
Shut up. Shut up.
“Look at me.”
I slowly shake my head. I can’t bear the heat of his eyes. Can’t possibly stand how he’ll look at me.
Will it be with pity?
Mockery?
His usual sadism?
While I pretend I can handle that on normal days, I don’t think I’m able to right now.
Lean, firm fingers wrap around my chin and turn me so I’m facing him again. So I’m held hostage in that star-like prison. Bright from the inside but dark up close.
“Answer the question. Are you a virgin?”
“Why are you asking?”
“Tell me, Nicole. Am I the first you’ve allowed to see you like this? The first dick you’re letting tear into your tight little cunt?”
“So what if you are? Is that a problem?”
A strange gleam covers his face and takes refuge in his eyes. It’s almost…like possessiveness. “Could be.”
“What…what do you mean?”
“You’re too tight and my dick is too huge.” He thrusts another inch in as if to prove a point. “And if I’m your first, I’ll probably tear through your virgin cunt and make you bleed all over my cock while I fuck you hard and deep.”
“S-stop talking like that…”
“I’m just stating facts so you know what you’re in for. It’ll hurt.”
“Do you think pain scares me?”
I’ve been in pain for years and I never shied away from it. If anything, I embraced it like a junkie with multiple addictions.
Hopeless addictions.
Up until now.
His lips tilt and I’m blessed with his dimples. For once, they’re solely directed at me. “I didn’t think it did.”
“It doesn’t.”
“I’ll fuck you now and I’m not holding back.”
The first stroke nearly has me retracting what I said. The pain sears through me like wildfire when he’s all the way in.
I feel him so deep inside me, it’s kind of scary that he can even reach such a secret place I didn’t even realize existed outside of romance novels.
The second thrust, however, leaves me panting with my lips parted wide. A zap of pleasure pools between us and it’s wet, I realize, not sure if it’s blood or arousal, but the effect is the same.
My nails sink into his chest and I think I start hyperventilating because he grabs me by my nape and slows his pace.
“Breathe, Peaches. Don’t collapse on me.”
I use his eyes as anchors and I focus on inhaling and exhaling.
“That’s it.” He thrusts deep and hard. “Mmm. Good girl.”
I don’t know if it’s the way he’s touching me, holding me, fucking me, or maybe it’s the way his eyes are trapping mine.