Page 22 of Wet and Welder
“Please, Mic. I need you inside me.”
He ignores my pleading, but his smile spreads across my stomach and moves lower. Down until he reaches my open legs and spreads them wider.
“Such a pretty, wet pussy, baby. I’m going to feast on you until you scream my name for the entire world to hear who you belong to.”
And scream I do, as his hot tongue glides up my slit, only to focus on my tight bundle of nerves that go haywire as he flicks and sucks on me. I desperately pull on his shaggy hair, shamelessly pushing against him harder.
Mic’s large hand comes to cup my breast, and soon he’s pinching my nipple at the same time he sucks hard on my clit. I scream in delirium, my soul leaving my body as pleasure sweeps through me, and I come hard in his mouth. His tongue laps up every drop of me until I’m a useless pile of jello under him.
I sputter out words of thanks, but they’re completely unintelligible, and Mic laughs with a devilish grin as he lines up his thick and ready cock. A moment passes where he watches me catch my breath and simply strokes himself. When I nod my encouragement, he taps his glistening crown on my clit in a quick rhythm that makes my back arch and my moan fill the room.
“Yes!”
“Yeah, baby, you’re going to take my cock deep and hard, and when I fill you up, you’ll have no doubt who owns this pussy, and who will always take care of this body, am I clear?”
“Yes.” I purr at his dirty words, loving the dominant ownership in them. “I’m yours, Mic. I love you and want you to take what’s yours.”
He growls through gritted teeth before slamming into me to the hilt. I scream out his name, but it’s not in pain, only pleasure.
“Mic, yes!”
My words spur him on, and he thrusts hard and slow. Owning me as he so sweetly promised. His lips press against mine, and he pushes in deep and punishing. Sharing with me my own taste, but I love it on his tongue. Feeling my own sense of ownership. Our bodies are one as he fucks me hard, never fully pulling out, and his cries of how much he loves me make me fall for him harder. Those thick thighs slap the backs of my own as he stretches me, making me feel whole for the first time in my life.
Moments pass, maybe an hour or so, as we make love. No one before this man made such dirty, kinky love to me and told me without words how true it is that my body, my soul, and my heart is his.
We’ve flipped positions so many times, but now that I’m on the verge of another orgasm, I’m biting the sheets, face down, taking him from behind. He enters me faster now, screaming my name. Letting the world know he belongs to me as well.
“I’m there with you, baby, I feel your tight walls. Come for me. Squeeze me tight as I fill you up,” he pants.
Those thick hands have my hair wrapped around them, and he pulls tighter. The spike of pain only adds to the pleasure, and I scream his name as I come hard.
Mic growls as his body goes stiff. His hot cum pours into me as I shudder below him in utter bliss.
Those possessive teeth are on my shoulder as we share our release together. Proclaiming our forever and loving each other without the words needing to be spoken.
Several moments pass as we come down from the most explosive high, I’ve ever experienced. As we catch our breath, he paints my sweaty skin in soft, tender kisses, unable to speak.
My brain is still in a fog when I hear the booming sound of boots on the stairs outside my cabin, followed by a thundering knock that shakes me back to reality. The loud voice of Arnold pierces my euphoria and jolts me into sudden anxiety almost immediately.
“Ms. Montgomery, you’re wanted in headquarters immediately.”
His tone is aggravated, to say the least, and panic slams into me. Mic and I share a look of concern, quickly jump out of bed, and scurry to redress.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I whine on one foot, struggling to put my boot back on.
“Who was that?”
“No doubt in my mind that was Arnold Cross. He’s the spokesperson, slash lawyer, for the investors, and he shouldn’t be here.”
Worry winds its way around my gut, and I feel sick to my stomach. Within minutes the two of us rush out of my room and across the ship, ignoring all the stares from the crewmen. Without giving it more thought, we burst into headquarters, stumbling to a halt as we came face to face with every man I recruited to invest in this project. Each man holds a neutral expression that makes my sinking feeling turn to dread.
I straighten my spine, fix my halfway untucked button-up blouse, and set my chin high. This is it. Even though I’ve accomplished everything I promised, it’s clear to everyone here what I’ve been doing behind closed doors with Mic. In the beginning, I thought that would crush me, but as I stand here as the recipient of several glares of disappointment, I still feel the reassurance of Mic at my back. Falling more in love with the man who gives me the strength to smile when my career seems to be ending.
“Gentlemen, what are you doing here? I’ve secured all the artifacts, and the ship is above water, waiting to be towed to New York. Although you’re always welcome, I’m afraid you’ve wasted your time. I have everything under control.”
Mr. Carr is the first to speak. He’s still dressed in a business suit that mirrors his companions, but his smile is filled with pity, making me swallow back my emotion. This is it. I brace myself to be taken off the project, but he surprises me.
Clearing his throat, he says, “No dear, I’m sorry to bother you. After receiving several emails from a member of your crew, the investors, including myself,” he says, clutching his chest sheepishly. “We were under the impression things weren’t moving on schedule as you had been reporting. I can see now that’s not the case, and we’ll take our leave.”