Page 160 of So This Is War
“Oh my God,” I whisper before I look up at him.
He smirks.
“I need you in my mouth,” I say as I sit up on my knees and angle his cock to my lips. I rub the tip along my lips, making him groan before I barely take the head inside. I play with the tip, just with my lips, teasing him and making him wet before I take in another inch, and then another . . . and another.
“Jesus fuck,” he says as he leans farther into his propped-up arm.
I get him to spread his legs more, and as I suck him off, bobbing up and down over his length, I take his balls in my other hand and start fondling them, rolling them in my palm and lightly tugging, just enough to feel him grow in my mouth.
“That’s it, Wylie,” he mutters. “I like the pain.”
Hearing that, I decide to scrape my teeth along his cock and see how he likes that.
His hand falls to my head, and he grips my hair, tugging on it as he groans.
“Uhhh, fuck, Wylie. Again.”
Pleased, I dip my head forward, taking him to the back of my mouth, then I pull off, scraping my teeth along the underside while tugging on his balls at the same time.
“Yes,” he says while pounding his hand against the wall. “Again, baby.”
My skin prickles with heat, my pussy throbbing from his reaction as I bring him all the way back to my throat again. I swallow with him back there and apply more pressure as I drag him along my teeth and tug on his balls.
“Mother . . . fucker,” he yells, then pulls away from me. He stares down at me, his eyes wild, his cock so large, so ready. “Stand up and turn around,” he demands. “Now.”
I do as I’m told and stand. Just as I turn around, he bends me at the waist. I prop my hands against the wall just as he flips my skirt up to find that I’m not wearing any underwear.
“Are you fucking kidding me with this?” he asks as he smooths his hand over my ass. “Fuck, Wylie, you’re my dream girl.”
Satisfaction pulses through me as his fingers slide over my crack and down between my legs, where he tests just how ready I am.
“Dripping, Wylie. You’re fucking dripping.” I glance over my shoulder as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks on them. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he groans.
“Fucking perfect,” he says before bringing the head of his cock to my entrance. “I’ll eat you later, but I need this now.” In one pulse, he thrusts inside me.
A long, satisfied groan falls past my lips as I adjust to his length and girth.
No one has ever made me feel this full before, and he must notice because he pauses. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight. Are you okay?”
“Perfect,” I say.
“Good,” he replies right before he smacks me on the ass.
“Oh God,” I yell just as he does it again.
“That’s it, baby, squeeze my cock.” He spanks me again, but this time on the other cheek, causing my inner walls to contract around him. “Squeeze it, Wylie.” He does it again, and I squeeze him hard. “Such a good girl,” he says before bringing his other hand up to my neck and lightly circling it. The soft pressure shows me that he’s owning me, but it doesn’t stop me from being able to breathe. It’s perfect.
It’s everything I want and need from him.
When he’s ready, he pulls his hips back and slams into me.
“Your cunt, fuck, it’s perfect. I want you coming all over me. Coat my cock, Wylie.”
He leans forward and takes my breast into his hand, finely playing with my nipple, causing my arousal to spike in seconds as he continues to pulse inside me.
“Yes,” I moan. “More.”
He smooths his hand down my stomach to between my legs, where he finds my clit and starts applying pressure, massaging it with two fingers.
