Page 71 of London Has Fallen
“Artemis, they saw me naked, they didn’t touch me.”
“Costa did,” he grits out.
“And that motherfucker is going to die for that tomorrow but tonight, I don’t want to talk.” I grip the hem of my shirt and yank it over my head. His eyes blaze at the sight of the skin I’ve uncovered. I rid myself of my pants next, standing before him in nothing but my bra and panties. He drinks in the sight of me and the heated look in his eyes sends shivers down my spine.
“Lose the bra and panties.” The husky tone of his voice has a thrill rushing through me. I do as he demands, tossing my bra to the side and kicking my panties away. “Fuck.” He comes toward me staying just out of reach, the anticipation he is building inside me has me growing wet. “Undress me.” I eagerly obey. He bends enough for me to get rid of his shirt. I keep my eyes on his as I pop the button on his jeans and slowly lower his zipper. His jaw works from side to side in impatience but he refuses to be the first to break. Crouching down, I peel his jeans and boxers down his legs, helping him out of them.
I kneel before him and stare up at him through my lashes, it’s taking all my strength not to look at his cock, my mouth watering at the memory of what he tasted like.
“Suck it.” I groan in delight as I finally drop my gaze to his hard length. “Hands behind your back.” I do as he says. He reaches down. gripping himself, then pumps it a couple times until a bead pre cum can be seen. I dart my tongue out eager to taste him but he shifts. “Beg me.” My gaze snaps to him instantly.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
Need coils low in my belly. “Please let me suck your cock.”
“That’s better. Now open.” I open my mouth for him. He doesn’t gently enter my mouth, no, he slams almost all the way in, forcing me to gag around his girth. Tears instantly cloud my vision, his hand tangling in my hair as he holds me in place and fucks my mouth. “Fuck, baby, swirl your tongue just like that.” I swirl my tongue along the underside of his dick and relish in the sounds tumbling from his lips. “Fuck yes,” he grits out as his thrusts begin to grow erratic. I can feel him growing inside my mouth and know he’s close. He tries to pull out but I’m not having that, I reach out and grip the globes of his ass, holding him in place as I bob my head up and down on his cock needing to taste his cum. “Fuck, London!” he grits out as he comes down my throat, shuddering. I swallow every fucking drop, loving the taste. I slowly ease off him and place a kiss to the tip of his cock, then shoot him a wink.
“Feel better, darling?” I taunt. His eyes darken, his grip on my hair tightens as he uses it to pull me to my feet. I stare at him open-mouthed and shocked at that move. “Did you just pull me to my feet by my hair?”
“Shut the fuck up and get on the bed, now.” The throbbing in my pussy overrides my need to argue back. He follows me over to the bed. I watch as he positions himself in the center of the bed. “Sit on my face.”
“What?”
“Bring my pretty fucking pussy over here and sit on my fucking face.” Feeling kind of unsure and slightly embarrassed, I hesitate. “Now, or you don’t come.” Yep, that wipes away any doubts. I climb on the bed and straddle his face gripping the headboard for support as I hover above him.
“Will you be able to breathe?”
He tears his gaze from my weeping pussy to glare up at me. “Baby, if I’m able to breathe then you ain’t doing it right. Now shut the fuck up and ride my face quietly so your dad doesn’t hear me fucking his little girl.”
Fuck it, I press down onto his waiting tongue and moan loudly before I clamp a hand over my mouth. He reaches up and tweaks my nipples as he runs his tongue from my clit to my opening. My body takes over and begins to grind on his face. I’m so fucking turned on that I know I won’t take long to come, I just hope he is good at holding his breath because I’m not stopping, this feels too fucking good to stop.
“Artemis, just like that,” I grit out, then bite down on my fingers to keep from screaming when he sucks my clit into his mouth. A shudder rips through me when he flicks the tip of his tongue against my clit. He catches on and continues to do that. I feel my orgasm building and begin to grind against him faster, chasing my release. He pinches my nipples, drawing a strangled cry from me, that feeling of pain and the pleasure he is inflicting on my pussy sends me over the edge. I bite down so hard on my fingers to keep from screaming as I come all over his face. Aftershocks tear through me as I slowly come down from my high, he continues to lap at my pussy forcing more tremors to take control of me.
When it becomes too much, I push off him, panting. He lolls his head to the side with the biggest grin on his face. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
“I could say the same about you.”
“Good, now get the fuck on my cock and reacquaint your pussy with the feeling of my cum inside you.” I scurry down the bed to do as he says. He’s already hard for me and I fucking love that. I straddle his lap, careful not to touch the bandage wrapped around his abs, and reach between us to line his cock up with my entrance. I dart my gaze to his, we hold each other’s stare as I slowly sink down on him. I love watching his features change as I swallow each inch of him. When he is fully sheathed inside me we both moan at the feeling. He reaches out and interlocks his fingers with mine, locking his arms so I have something to hold onto. “Bounce up and down.”
I follow his instructions and lift up until only the tip remains inside me before dropping down, a loud moan rips out of me.
“Shut the fuck up,” he snaps.
“I can’t,” I whine as I repeat the same move, moaning again.
“Bite your lip or something.” I balk at him, but he silences the argument on the tip of my tongue when he thrusts up inside me. When I lift up this time he meets me thrust for thrust. I bite down so hard on my lip I draw blood.
“I can’t,” I cry out when I can no longer remain silent. He growls and in a swift move I don’t see coming, has me flat on my stomach. He grunts in pain as he slips off the edge of the bed. He grips my hips and hauls me back until the tips of my toes touch the carpet. He kicks my legs apart and slams into me at the same time his hand presses on the back of my head forcing my face into the comforter. I scream out but it’s muted. He fucks me ruthlessly, the only sounds that can be heard are his heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin. I feel my pussy clamp down on his cock and without any warning I come so fucking hard I see little spots in the corner of my eyes. His pace doesn’t slow or change for a moment until he starts to pound into me harder, forcing me into the mattress.
“I want your cum coating my cock.”
“I can’t,” I mumble into the comforter.
“Give me that fucking cum, baby. I want that pussy milking the cum out of me.” He uses his free hand to land two swift slaps to my ass. I yelp and lurch forward but the grip he has on my head holds me in place. “Come for me, baby,” he grits out, then lands another slap to my cheek. As if he is a genie and can grant magic orgasms out of thin air, I come again but this time it’s so fucking strong and intense that I can’t breathe and my body feels like pins and needles are scattered throughout. “Fuck, yes,” he grits out as he comes deep inside me, the feeling of his cum filling me has a sick sense of satisfaction rolling through me.
He releases his hold on my head and I turn to the side gasping for air, he’s breathing just as hard as me. He slowly eases out of me and to my surprise flips me onto my back before reclaiming his place between my legs. I watch with rapt attention as he runs his finger through my folds and I jerk. I’m so sensitive. He keeps his gaze on mine as he pushes a finger inside me. I moan and fight to keep my eyes from rolling back into my head.