Guilty Pleasures | 18+

Chapter 8 Sauce:

He slowly made his way down my body. Trailing kisses from my neck, across my collar bones, to the valley between my breasts. Gently flicking his tongue across my nipple as he ventured further down. His facial hair tickling my stomach as he moved. He released my hands and moved himself down between my legs. Using his broad shoulders to spread my legs open for him.

His warm breath fanned across my folds, making me shiver. He pressed soft kisses on the insides of my thighs, working his way inward. I tried my best not to break down and beg, as badly as I wanted to. I just needed him to touch me.

Ever so slowly, he pressed one of his fingers inside me. I hissed a bit a the intrusion, never having felt something like this before. And even though it felt strange, I ached for more. The need to be filled was overwhelming now.

Once he felt me relax, he added a second finger. Working the two of them into me. Taking his time as he withdrew and reentered me, making the pressure I felt begin to build at an alarmingly fast rate despite is slow movements. Suddenly his tongue was pressed against me. Teasing my clit as he worked his fingers in and out of me.

I struggled to keep myself from crying out, the pleasure becoming nearly unbearable. My legs were involuntarily shaking as he continued to devour me. His fingers soon left me and were replaced by his tongue. His hands moving beneath me to grab my ass, lifting me up from the bed as he feasted upon me. Lapping up the juices like a starved animal.

My legs were starting to quake even worse. Whines slipping from my lips as I struggled to get a hold on myself. Unwilling to let this end so soon. The warmth of his mouth against the most sensitive part of me was driving me over the edge. The base of my spine started to tingle and crept upwards. I felt myself approaching my peak as he drug his tongue upward, hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves.

I tightened my grip on the sheets. Balling them up in my fists as my moans soon became almost desperate cries for release.I began wiggling around, unable to keep myself still, but he kept his pace steady. He placed his arm over my stomach, holding me still as I succumbed to him.

Coming undone around his tongue, I cried out. The band finally snapping within me, allowing pleasure to rip through me. My breathing erratic and uneven as my walls shuddered around him. My wet warmth coating his face as my orgasm dissipated.

He slowed, as I began to regain what little consciousness I had left. He shifted, making his way back toward my face. He lowered his head into the crook of my neck.

"Breathe." he whispered, the gruff sound of this voice eliciting a whine to escape from me. The control he had over me was maddening, in the best of ways. Dominance seemed to radiate off of him and I was completely subjected to his delectable torment. Not that I minded, I'd happily submit myself to him time and time again if it meant I was able to experience the euphoric sensations I was feeling now.

"I don't even know your name." I managed to get out, his lips abandoning my neck as he pulled away from me. His hands still keeping mine firmly in place.

I opened my eyes once again, looking for him. Only now I could see his eyes staring down at me. They were that same piercing green color I had seen before, the ones in the flames. My breath caught in my throat. An overwhelming emotion that I couldn't quite place flooded through me.

"You will." he replied huskily. The suggestive tone of his voice taking my desire to newfound heights.

Without another word he flipped me over on my stomach. Propping my ass up as he pushed my head down into the bed. He shifted himself closer toward me, spreading my legs to make room for his large frame as he settled in between them. His hands grabbing onto my hips, steadying me as he closed the distance between us. I felt him against me, eager and ready, just as I was. He took his himself in his hand, using the head of it to tease the outside of my entrance. Coating himself with my slick juices. He slowly rocked forward. His hard cock easily sliding inside of me. Filling me entirely as he sheathed himself within me.

Instead of feeling the pain I thought I would, all I felt was delicious fullness. I stretched around him, giving myself to him completely. My face was still buried in the sheets. Muffling my moans as he withdrew from me. I whimpered at the empty feeling, but it was soon filled once more. Nearly making me cum again as he stilled, adjusting himself within me.

He pulled out of me slowly, before snapping himself forward. Thrusting himself deep inside of me. I yelped, not quite expecting the roughness of his movements. I had no time to prepare myself before he repeated the motion again. Driving himself into me with a bruising force. His grip tightened on my hips as he pounded into me unrelentingly. Pulling them back to meet his every thrust.

I nearly felt dizzy as he fucked me. The sound of skin against skin filled the room. Each thrust becoming more and more unforgiving as time passed. Never had I felt something as arousing as this. The pain and pleasure mixed left me breathless, needing even more. One of his hands found my hair, yanking it backward as he leaned in toward me. His growls sending shivers up my spine. That familiar pressure beginning to build once more within me.

Tears began pricking at my eyes as I submitted myself to the overwhelming pleasure. My knees shaking as I came. Hard. Nearly blacking out, my brain unable to handle so much at once. My legs giving out beneath me as I rode the wave of my orgasm.

As he fucked me through it, I felt his thrusts starting to get sloppy and misguided. Slowing down as he enjoyed the feeling of my walls clamped tightly around him. The grip on my thighs tightened as he found his release. The warmth of his cum filling me as he slowed. Finally stopping, his cock still buried inside me.

I tried collapsing on the bed, but he kept me right where I was. His breathing heavy and erratic, just as mine was. I felt his dick twitch inside me, but he showed no sign that he was done. He was still rock hard within me. I was spent. Sleepiness was beginning to take over me as I laid there. After a few minutes, I tried moving again to no avail. His hands grabbed my hips tightly as he buried himself deeper inside of me with a low growl. Making the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

"I'm not done with you yet." his gravelly voice warned with a dark chuckle.

Oh Fuck.