I Saw You (16 page)

Two words:
Cock. Slut.

They went round and round inside my head. A constant loop of agonizing pleasurable pain. Pain, because my want for her only grew with each breath she exhaled. The innocent fucking way she bit into that bottom lip after the words escaped. How her eyes became hooded—pupils enlarged—while watching my reactions.

For a minute I couldn’t move—breathe—even if I wanted to.

Held captive by those two crumbling words.

“Fuck.” Hiss or growl, somehow the word came forth while I watched her arousal mount. A swivel of her hips, unconscious, caused her eyes to roll into the back of her head. Plump, her labia swelled while rubbing against my length. Dripped over my girth.

“I want you.” This time, she attacked with three words. Wasn’t so much the words used, or their meaning, but the breathy little whimper she said them in. Again, she annihilated my resolve to go slow and worship.

How could I do right by her when she tested me this way?

She challenged my every move, and even when her strike wasn’t meant to be lethal, to my resolve it was poisonous.

“Me or my cock?” As expected, her eyes narrowed and for a moment, she let her walls down. Gone was the vixen. In her place, beneath me lay a woman who felt insulted. Endeared her all the more to me, because once again I witnessed that it was me she wanted. All of me.

“Please tell me you’re…shit!” she squealed, caught off guard by my sudden movement and change in positions. One second she was in my lap, and the next beneath me.

Bodies pressed tight against the other’s, I kissed her sweet lips with every bit of the yearning I held for her. Let her experience a tenth of the ardor she created within. Our tongues met, battled against the other’s for dominance.

Arianna hummed, taking mine deeper into her mouth and sucking on the tip. Goosebumps arose on her skin, and my arms wove tighter around her. Nothing, not a single thing in my life had ever felt so right. Complete; it was the sole way to describe just how perfect kissing her felt.

I’d proudly become the world’s biggest pussy when it came to her.

Pulling back, I stared down and into her warm green eyes. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she mimicked, lips bruised and cherry red from our kisses. Slim lowered her eyes, followed the path down my face, past my lips and down my chest. The bits she could see from her vantage point. Transfixed, I watched while so many emotions flittered across her face. Happiness. Desire. Lust. “Want to get naked now?”

Why wasn’t I surprised?

“Heaven help me.” I prayed against the skin of her neck, burrowed against the soft flesh, and took her sweet scent into my lungs. “I don’t think I’ll survive you.”

“That’s the plan,” she murmured low, not meant for me to hear. But I did. Even when shy, I was beginning to see that no matter what, my girl spoke her mind. Blunt, take-no-punches blunt.

With her, I’d always know just where I stood.

“Why?” It was the only thing I could think of to say.

“Why what?” Not looking at me, Slim dug her tinny feet into my thighs and pushed my pants lower. Cock hard and trapped between us, it flexed, leaking onto her. “Get these off.” She grunted in exertion; angry, yet adorable all at once. Determined, she pushed them all the way down until they reached my knees, not caring in the least if I complied with her wishes.

She was determined enough for the two of us.

“Why is everything with you this comfortable? This easy?” Muscles coiled, I leaned on my elbows above her, pants hanging off my knees and with just enough space to try and think clearly.

Arianna stopped writhing beneath me for a second, caught off guard by my question. “Not a clue.”

“Well that was helpful.”

“Wasn’t meant to be.” Lips pouted, she pursed them out for a kiss. Something I was all too happy to oblige her in. “You know what
would
be helpful, though?”

Brow arched, I stared down into her mischief-filled orbs. “What?”

“
You
sans pants.
Your
cock…” Lifting her hips, Slim reached between us and grasped my throbbing length in her tiny hands “…in my pussy.” Aligned me with her opening and held still. “Stretch me. Making me
yours.
”

“Enough, Ari. Be patient, sweet girl.”

“Fuck being patient.” If this was what she wanted, then who was I to deny her? “Just want you.”

“Condom?” Fuck. I hoped she was on the pill. Wanted to feel her, skin on skin.

“Get an injection every three months. I’m clean.” That earned her a quick kiss.

“Haven’t slept with anyone in months, and I’m clean too, sweet girl,” I hummed, savoring her natural sweetness. “Got tested a month ago.”

She gave me her bitch brow. “Anything you were worried about?”             

“No.” I laughed through my nose. “Yearly physical included that, babe.”

“Happy that is squared away. Now, less talking and more doing.” Her mouth. Jesus, her mouth. That sass would one day land her over my knee with a tanned ass.

Sitting back, I kicked my pants the remaining way off while watching her chest heave. No words were exchanged while she rubbed the head of my dick along her slit, my pre-come and hers mixing, creating a heady scent inside my living room.

Shirt still on, I grasped her hands in one of mine and pinned them above her head. The other took ahold of her hip and squeezed, my fingers digging in while I tilted her pelvis just a tiny bit up.

“You wanted to get fucked?” Gritty—raw, my voice thundered inside the quiet space. Beneath me she arched, her head digging deeper into the cushion underneath. “Answer me.”

“Yes.” Low and meek, yet the tinge of hunger in those words caused a shiver to run down my spine.

“Then I make no apologies for this.” I slammed in. In one swift shift of my hips, I’d buried myself balls deep inside the hottest and tightest pussy. Her stranglehold caused my own eyes to roll into the back of my head. “Son of a bitch,” I hissed through clenched teeth, trying like hell to get a hold of myself. To not come like the prepubescent jerk-off I suddenly felt like.

Arianna tensed beneath me, but her pussy never once stopped fluttering, trying to suck me in deeper still.

“Oh…” Her mouth dropped open, and all the words died on the tip of her tongue. My eyes snapped to hers, and it was then that I noticed she was holding her breath.

“Motherfucking breathe, Slim,” I grunted, snapping my hips back and forth fast, pounding into her tight little body with every bit of the hunger I held for her. There was no acclimating to my size or time to savor the moment. No waiting for her to catch up to my frantic pace. Instead, I took without care.

I wanted to fuck.

Take.

Satiate the beast she’d awakened with her sassy mouth and beauty.

Still, she hadn’t listened and that wouldn’t work. Eyes closed, she held her breath in while trying to move her hips. Biting that goddamned plump lip while she sought her release.

Fuck and no.

Pulling out, I left the heavy tip inside and waited for her to catch up to me and to the fact I wouldn’t give her the pleasure she desperately needed.

“The fuck,” she hissed after a long moment, and it took everything that I had to not slam back in. Her pussy clenched, the plump lips trying in vain to grasp my cock. An indignant look—pissed the fuck off—overtook her soft features.

A lesser man would’ve cowered back, but not this asshole. Instead, I met her stare dead on.

“Need something?” Arching a brow, I pushed in another inch and then flexed my cock. Slow this time, I just held it inside of her and enjoyed the way her juices coated me. How with each round of wetness she dripped down my length.

“Move.”

“You want me to pull out?” The cockiness in my words ignited her. Motherfucking made my Slim fume beneath me.

Those eyes spat fire. Dared me to leave.

“Fuck. Me.” Inpatient little thing made every second I was inside her tight cunt so much sweeter.

Fucking was an art form. No other way to explain it, but as that. Some people excelled, while others flopped like dead fish. Either you knew, or made it your life’s mission to learn, or you didn’t care.

This woman, she knew. Knew how to consume me with just a look; heated and full or the best kind of pain. Pleasure and hell wrapped in an innocent little package made to destroy a man. If given half a chance, she’d have me underneath her while she mounted my cock and rode me hard.

A cock-riding enchantress.

Releasing her hands, I brought one down between us and to her clit. One brush of my fingertips over the trembling bundle, and she cried out.

“Good. I have your attention now,” I crooned; all the while fucking her. Just a little bit. A few slow strokes to keep her with me. “You want to come, Slim? Is that it?” Not a question, and once again, her eyes glared up at me.

I loved it.

“Fuck it…” hips jerking up, her walls tightened around the inch of my cock still inside her “…I’ll take care of myself.”

Out of her goddamned mind.

My jaw clenched, and I had to count to ten to regain just a smidgen of composure. “Don’t.” Arianna was too busy trying to sit up and push me off to heed my warning.
Jesus.
For a minute, I was the asshole who couldn’t breathe. “Stop fucking moving,” I snappe
d
,
a
nd she looked up at me with wide eyes. “Just stop.”

“No.” Defiance, her attitude this time would come back and bite her in the ass. Or better yet… “Oh God,” she wailed after I’d slammed back in. In rapid succession, I pumped into her while my hips pushed in deeper.

The way I had her spread, legs opened wide and pussy stretched around my length, made me want to pound my chest. All that bullshit of taking care of herself and sitting up was now long forgotten. Nothing but praises for my cock passed through her lips while I gave her what she needed.

Instead I took without care, rubbing my pelvis against her clit with each thrust.

“How badly do you want to come?” A taunt. “How badly do you want the imprint of my cock etched into your walls? Permanent reminder of who owns this well-fucked pussy.”

“Please,” she begged, but that wasn’t what I needed.

“Never beg me, Slim.” Leaning forward, I captured a nipple between my teeth and pulled. Just a bit of pain, before I soothed the hard tip with a few flicks from my tongue. “Just tell me. Give yourself to me, and I’ll always take care of you.”

“Dammit, Chester, yours. I’m yours.” Music to my motherfucking ears.

Releasing her nipple, I sat back on the edge of the couch and tore my shirt over my head. No more barriers. She was mine, and I was hers.

“Get up,” I all but snarled, my hand reaching under and grasping the back of her neck. Tightened the hold.

“What?” Didn’t miss the way her nipples tightened at the harshness of my movements.

“Get the fuck up.” Pulling her up to her feet, I quickly turned her around. Back to my chest, her ass was pressed against my still wet cock. “Bend over,” I whispered into her soft skin, before laying a kiss over the shell of her ear.

A shiver ran through her.

“Chester, I—”

“Bend the fuck over, Slim. Cock that ass back for me.” Hand still around her neck, I pushed her down and into position. Back arched and ass high, she was perfection. She encompassed every fucking synonym related to the word beautiful. “I’ll make this up to you later.”

Three quick smacks to the flesh of her rear, my palm stung and her cheeks began to bloom an enticing shade of pink.

“Shit.” Arianna sucked in a quick breath. Slow, with each second that ticked off the clock the imprint of my fingers became clear.

“So sexy.” My murmur was met with a wiggle of her pinked cheeks while she watched me over her shoulder.

“More.”

“More?” Because damn, she just gets hotter.

“Fuck, yes.”

“Thank you.” Then I pushed her head lower while I lined up with her pussy. Head to slit, I rubbed along the wet entrance and spread her juices. She dripped down her thighs. “Spread wider.” Immediately, Slim complied and opened for me. The head slipped back inside, and we both groaned. “I’m not letting you go,” I spoke into her shoulder before entering in one swift move.

“Oh God.”

My sentiments exactly
. Arianna was even tighter this way. How that was possible, I had no fucking clue, nor did I give a shit when she squeezed her muscles, locking down on my cock and riding him from her position pinned beneath me.

There was nothing I could do but look down and watch while my length disappeared inside her. Notice just how small she was while she took her pleasure from me. Ass high, she pushed up and off my dick. Gyrated her hips in quick circles on each downward stroke while I held still.

Motherfucking best kind of torture.

I brought the hand not holding her head down across her left cheek. “How close are you?”