Tainted Black - Williams Shanora - Страница 45

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Lifting her hips, I tugged her panties down, pulling them from around her ankles once they’d made it down. I moved back up, and she gasped as I kissed between her thighs, back arching for more. I’d already tasted her less than two hours ago, but I was a giving person. She wanted more? She had it.

My tongue started at her clit this time, circling and suckling with small nips. “Ah, Theo,” she breathed, and in the same moment, her back curved again.

“Hold still for me baby.” I pressed my palm to her pubic bone, laying her flat again. “Let me taste you. I love eating this pussy.” She shuddered beneath the warm breath skimming through her glistening, pink slit. “I want to see those eyes. Look at me. Watch me.”

Her head lifted, and she glanced down. When she made eye contact with me, I claimed her pussy with my mouth, licking through and through, tongue gliding in and out, running up to the mount with need. She tasted divine. So fucking amazing.

Her mouth fell open, and the room filled with innocent cries of pleasure. Sounds that drove me fucking crazy. I wanted to feel her. So badly.

Drawing away, I pulled upward, hovering above her again. The look in her eyes was desperate, full of a want that may never be satisfied. I eased down after taking my boxers away, nervous about how to go about her. I’d fucked her roughly so many times before…. shit, this was crazy. I felt like it was my first time again, too. I’d never taken anyone’s virginity before Chloe. Janet wasn’t even a virgin when I met her.

The tip of my cock met at her wet entrance. Her body relaxed beneath me, corresponding with the thickness. “You didn’t tell me you were a virgin when we first made this happen, Chloe,” I murmured, lips skimming the shell of her ear. She trembled, goose bumps crawling along her skin. “So tonight, I’m taking you like it’s the first time again.” My cock inched in with the last word. “Gently. Carefully. Exactly how it should have been.”

The pleasure was clear on her face. She loved when I talked to her. Perhaps there was something about my voice that heated her up enough to milk my cock. My voice alone drove her mad.

I inched in with gradual force, our eyes fastened, and she cupped my face, allowing our lips to meet to fulfill the sweet ache. She wanted me to go deeper, but I held back. Fingernails bit into my shoulders, silently begging me to follow through.

And I did.

Finally.

As soon as my pipe filled her in, she moaned my name, as if she’d been waiting all this time to say it. I caught her indulgence, crushing her lips with ravenous force. I thrust just a little harder, but my strokes were still slow and even. I wanted her to feel it—all of me, like it should have been that very first night.

Her nails went deeper in my skin, our lips still twisted together. We were hungry for each other. Greedy. Our bodies grinded, in sync. I thrust just a little harder, trying my damn best not to still or go rigid. I was on the verge of coming, her wet pussy devouring and juicing my cock, tightening at all the right moments.

“Fuck,” I breathed. I was so close. So close. But I grew even closer when she brought those supple, pink lips up and swirled her tongue around my pierced nipple. Her tongue flicked the metal, and she sucked just enough to make it taut. “Shit, baby,” I groaned.

She responded to my voice, back bowed, slipping right off the edge with me. And when she came, wailing, “Oh, God, yes!” I came with her, going completely empty in that tight, sweet, fucking pussy. A loud, deep groan volleyed on the walls, the loudest I’d ever heard myself get.

Fuck, she was so tight. And so motherfucking good.

I collapsed but made sure not to crush her while breathing deep, panting with my mouth on the crook of her neck. She sighed, her entire body going lax beneath me.

“I have something to tell you.” She stroked the edges of my hair.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re my best,” she whispered in my ear. I heard the smile in her voice.

I pushed up on one elbow. “Your best?”

“Yep.”

“See, it’s words like that I love hearing from you.” Her giggle was shrill as I kissed the base of her neck. I pulled out and helped her up, figuring she was in just as much need of a shower as I was.

So we showered together. I used the bar soap, helping her with her wash, running it between her full, perky breasts to the pussy she allowed me to own over and over again. She loved my hands on her and hated when my touch left her.

I still couldn’t believe she wanted me so much. Me, a man that was twice her age. A man that she wasn’t even supposed to touch her. She knew the consequence behind this affair, the hurt she’d feel once she was around Izzy again.

I was serious about her having a good heart, and I couldn’t understand how she continued to sleep with me, treating me like a king. I was Chloe’s king— an unruly one but still one she respected and cared for. But I was also unjust and extremely unfair to my beloved daughter.

So much wrong.

So much right.

So much light and darkness, a mixture of both.

There was so much about the way she looked at me, how she didn’t look up to me or fear me. She accepted me entirely, as she did herself. A girl full of so much love and passion. A girl that shouldn’t have been lying in my bed.

She fell asleep on my chest, breathing evenly, and I watched her. The purity was what killed me. She may have thought she wasn’t innocent, but to me, she was. I was the one that started this, coming onto her when I was too drunk to care. I lead her on, but we both took this to deeper, darker places.

We ventured into the same blackness I couldn’t seem to escape, sinking further and further into the sea. But being under this sea was different. We could breathe, so it was okay. We could feel and touch and move. Nothing held us back, and nothing saw us.

Just like the ocean, our black sea was full of wonders—full of uniqueness and secrecy. It was our place, this vast ocean we lived in. It was for us, and the only way it could have been ruined was if something intruded, messing up the fluidity and transforming it into a menacing typhoon.

Unfortunately, the ocean can also be disturbed and interrupted. Peace doesn’t always linger. Happiness doesn’t always stick. Freedom doesn’t always ring.

Our ocean of black, our tainted mess, would be demolished by the end of summer and nothing would be able to repair it.

It’d been so long since I had anyone sleeping with me in my bed. Three and a half years to be exact. Not even Trixie stayed the night. I always made her go. Our rules.

It felt good waking up next to Chloe, but what was even greater was awaking to her soft, familiar hand running across the tip of my cock.

I stirred out of my sleep, but she shushed me, placing her other hand on my chest and gently forcing me to lie back down. I eased back, eyes trained on her before I looked down and calmed myself. Yes, it had been a while since something like this happened so early.

Her hand moved under the comforter, lifting up and down, stroking slow and smooth. My groan was hoarse as she put small pecks on my chest with her petal-like lips. Each kiss further aroused me. My morning wood needed to be satisfied.

I could never control myself in the mornings. There was just something about them, perhaps the crisp feeling of the sunlight or knowing it was a new day. Or maybe my few hours of sleep recharged me, building me up for another release to happen soon.

“Damn,” I groaned. “Yeah, keep doing that, baby.” She dropped the sheet, her head went down, and her lips wrapped around my tip. She did what I did not expect. I thought I could hold it a little longer, but that simple act alone was enough to make me explode.

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