Page 34 of London Has Fallen

A hiss escapes him and he breaks the kiss. “Fuck.”

I lean back and withdraw my touch. “What happened?” I rush to ask.

“Nothing, just tender still.”

“Shit, I forgot.” I attempt to climb off him but he grabs my waist and holds me in place.

“We aren’t stopping this,” he grinds out as he pushes me down on his hard length, drawing a gasp from me. Before I can utter a word and prepare myself, he has us flipped over and me flat on my back with him looming above me. I glare at him while he smiles. “A wee bit distracted by dick, were we?”

I scoff. “You wish, I knew you were going to do that,” I lie.

“Hmm,” he says, mocking me. Before I can protest, his lips are on mine, robbing me of air. Unlike last time this is different, I can’t explain but this just feels… more. He continues to kiss me as he grips the hem of my shirt and draws it up, exposing me to him. I lift up and break the kiss helping him rid me of the shirt. He drinks in the sight of me beneath him in nothing but my panties. The hungry look in his eyes has me feeling… beautiful. That is not a feeling I have ever had. Everyone looks at me with respect, love or fear but they have never looked at me like I am treasured before. Leaning down, he captures one of my nipples into his mouth and a sharp cry tears from me. When he swirls his tongue, my back arches off the bed.

He switches sides and draws the same reaction from me. My body is in control right now and my mind is in the back seat. He licks a trail down my stomach and doesn’t stop at my panties, pushing them to the side. His gaze flicks up to mine and without warning he buries that masterful fucking tongue inside me. Like a wanton bitch in heat I grind my pussy against his face. I have no idea what the fuck is happening right now but the feelings he is dragging out of me is downright fucking euphoric.

“Artemis?” It comes out more like a question I can’t help it, I’ve never felt this type of need building inside me before. Sure, I’ve played around with myself and all that, but I’ve never had someone’s face buried between my legs. My thighs are crushing his head but he doesn’t seem to give a fuck.

“Let go, London,” he growls against me before he sucks my clit into his mouth. It takes every ounce of strength I have inside me to obey his demand and let go.

I see fucking stars!

Artemis

She screams so fucking loud that I know without a doubt the other students on this wing would have heard her coming. Tremors rip through her like a tidal wave. My cock is demanding to be buried inside her right this second but I can’t, I need to bring her down gently. The tremors slowly begin to ease as I lap her pussy, loving the fucking taste. I’ve never been one to enjoy the prospect of going down on a woman, but after just one taste of London, I can tell this is going to become an addiction for me. I shift and rest back on my haunches as I stare down at her, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glassy.

“That was…” I smirk loving that she is speechless.

“Just the beginning. Think you can take me?” As I knew it would, my challenge has the fog of her orgasm clearing and her focus sharpening.

“With ease.” I snort, even stark naked beneath me this girl still enjoys busting my balls. I unsnap the button on my pants but she reaches out and grabs my wrist, halting my movements. Looking at her I can see a question lurking in her eyes, but I refuse to give in and ask her what’s wrong so I wait. “I’ve never…” She clamps her mouth closed and clears her throat trying to work up the courage to ask me. I know what she wants and she thinks I will give in and save her, but seeing her so uneasy and out of her element is fucking empowering, knowing I am the one holding all the cards. “I want to try something.” She doesn’t wait for me to answer, she reaches for my zipper and pushes my pants down. Her hands tremble slightly as she grips the waistband of my boxers. I know what she wants to do and I also know she isn’t ready for it.

“London.” At the sound of my voice she jolts and cuts her gaze to me. “I get what you are trying to do but right now you aren’t ready to submit to me.”

“What?”

I strike forward and shove her flat on her back so I loom above her. “When I shove my cock down your throat it means you will be surrendering control to me. You aren’t ready to do that right now.” The relief that shines in her eyes is clear, she will never admit it but I know she is thankful I gave her a fucking out when I shouldn’t have. What I should have done is asserted my dominance over her and forced her to her knees but… I couldn’t do that to her.

“I’ll never give up control to you,” she says quietly.

“You already did the moment you let me fuck you.” I don’t give her a chance to answer as I smash my lips against hers, silencing any protest she may have had. She hooks her leg around my waist, drawing me in closer. I grind against her pussy, loving the soft whimper that comes from her. Unable to bear this teasing any longer, I reach between our bodies and free my cock. I shift back on my haunches, lifting her legs to rest on my shoulders as I line my cock up with her entrance. “This is going to hurt.” She bites down on her lip and nods. I push inside her slowly trying to ease as much of the discomfort as I can, but I’m not small so either way this is going to hurt her. Her pussy is fucking strangling the life out of my cock. I feel a cold sweat break out across my brow as I finally sheath myself fully inside her.

“I need a second,” she grits out. I can’t tell what hurts her more, the fact she has to admit she is in pain or the fact I have forced my way inside her again. Remaining still inside her as she adjusts to my size is fucking killing me. Feeling her cunt clenching and unclenching has me wanting to cum already.

“I need to move,” I grit out.

“Do it.” I want to weep with gratefulness at her acceptance. Drawing almost all the way out before slamming back inside, she arches off the bed and screams out. I repeat the same move twice before I keep an even tempo, making sure to push as deep as I can—I want her to taste me on her fucking tonsils and remember exactly who the fuck makes her feel this good. She may be the enemy but this girl is mine to fuck. If my brother thinks she is open to other suitors, he has another fucking thing coming. “Oh, fuck, Artemis, I’m gonna come.” Pride swells inside me at how responsive she is. I don’t alter my thrusts or speed but my gaze is laser focused on her face, needing to see her as she comes.

I’ve seen plenty of women come before but none have ever looked as good as London does. Seeing this girl surrender to me and trust me enough with her body, knowing I will give her exactly what she needs, is better than winning a fucking war. Hearing my name on her lips as she shatters beneath me is the sweetest sound in the fucking world. I grit my teeth as I continue to thrust inside her, chasing my own release. At the last second I pull out of her and grip my cock in my hand, her gaze glued to my movements. She darts her tongue out to wet her lips at the sight of me jerking my cock. I roar out my release as jets of cum spurt all over London’s naked body. Her eyes widen at the sight of my cum covering her stomach, tits and pussy. Before she can cuss me out, I reach down and smear my cum all over her, making sure to swipe up enough on my finger before bringing it to her lips.

“Taste me, Omorfia.” She keeps her eyes on me as she tentatively opens her mouth. I push my cum covered finger inside. She wraps her lips around it and when she swirls her tongue around the digit I groan.

“Hmmm,” she mewls at the taste of me as I slowly pull my finger out and run the tip along her lips. “I want you to come in my mouth next time.” If she were anyone else, her declaration would shock me.

“Next time, huh?” I tease.

She narrows her eyes. “Contrary to what you think, I don’t plan to let the fucking team hit it. I have an itch and you can scratch it, so yes, there will be a next time and a time after that and after that.”

Why the fuck does hearing that piss me off?