Page 74 of Rest In Pieces
With a snarl, my words having the desired effect, he guides my mouth back to his cock. “Open.”
I do as he says, moaning around him as he thrusts in deep.
“Jesus, I must’ve been a fucking saint in a past life to deserve you.”
He picks up his pace, and I hold still, giving in to the sensation. I feel myself getting wet and start to squirm.
“Stroke your clit, baby. I wanna see you touch yourself.”
I widen my knees. Using the hand with the brass knuckles on, I slide two fingers inside myself before pulling them out and offering him a taste.
“Are you turned on from sucking my cock, baby?”
I moan my agreement as he leans down and sucks my fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. My pussy spasms in response, wanting that tongue in other places.
“Stroke that clit, baby. I want you nice and wet for me.”
Reaching down, I do as I’m told, quickly soaking my hand, knowing I won’t last long. I’m already too worked up. I whimper with need, a sound that seems to drive him wild. Wrapping my wet hand around the base of his cock, I press the cool metal of the brass knuckles against his hot skin.
He curses my name as cum shoots down my throat, but he doesn’t give me all of it. He pulls out and watches me stroke him to completion, the rest of his cum hitting my breasts and dripping down my hand, coating the brass knuckles.
“I need to be inside you,” he growls. “I’m clean. I always use protection.”
“Me too. I’m clean too. I get tested because of work.”
“Good. You okay with taking me bare?”
I nod, words failing me as I imagine what it’ll feel like to have him come inside me. I’ve never had sex without a condom before. I never wanted to risk it, but it seems there isn’t much I won’t do for G.
“Lay back.”
I hesitate for a second before thinking,fuck it. I get off the cushion and lie back, taking it and sliding it under my head.
“Now bend your knees and spread your legs.”
This time, I don’t hesitate. I want him, and I want him now.
He gets down on his knees and moves between my thighs, but he doesn’t slide his dick inside me like I thought, much to my disappointment.
“Hand,” he says, not taking his eyes off me.
I lift my hand, knowing what he wants, and watch as he takes the brass knuckles from my hand and slides them on. He drags his fingers through the cum on my chest, sending tingles through my body before lifting them to show me how wet they are. I open my mouth to suck them, but G has other ideas, plunging his fingers inside my slick pussy with a hard thrust.
I arch my back and cry out as the brass knuckles bump against my clit. The carpet beneath me is sure to leave rug burns on my skin, but I couldn’t care less.
“I can’t wait to come inside you. I want to watch it drip out of your pussy so I can fuck it right back into you.”
He twists his wrist, and stars explode behind my eyes. His words and the way he’s working my body have me crying out, my orgasm barreling down on me like a runaway train. He lowers his head and swirls his tongue around my clit while his fingers keep driving in and out of me.
When he lightly grips my clit with his teeth, my brain short-circuits, and I hear myself begging. “Please, I need to come.”
“You want to come on my fingers or my cock?”
“Your cock,” I answer, then immediately regret it. He’s just come, so I’ll have to wait.
But then I feel him pressing against my entrance and realize he’s hard again already. He rubs the tip against me, and I sob.
“Please, G. I need to come.”