CHAPTER FOURTEEN - RACHEL
My nerves had finally settled, and I had almost fallen asleep in his arms. I could lay there in his comfort forever, but my phone rang, and Duncan reached over to the side table where it was and glanced at the caller, then passed me the phone.
“It’s Jefferey. You should tell him you’re okay. He was worried about you. He wasn’t buying your excuse, and he’s the one who told me you’d gone home.”
I declined the call and put the phone on the coffee table. “I can’t explain things to him just yet. I’m not sure what this all means for the production.”
“Brock isn’t going to stop production or piss anyone off by bringing in anyone else at this point. He was just trying to intimidate you into sleeping with him. Guys like that use whatever tools they can, but trust me, he doesn’t want to screw himself.”
“I’m just worried that I’ve ruined things for Harris, and Shauna will be so disappointed if he loses Brock as a future client.”
“I’ll take care of it. Don’t you worry another second about it. I’ll make it right.” He brought his mouth to mine and kissed me hard as he gripped my bottom with just as much force.
It sent my heart racing and flushed as I pulled away and caught the hungry look in his eye.
I shifted in his lap to face him and let my legs fall astride him as I brought my arms over his broad shoulders and around his neck. His cock had gone rigid beneath me, and I ground myself against it bringing a grin to his face. He leaned forward and captured the top button of my shirt with his teeth and then tugged, keeping his eyes locked with mine.
I reached up and opened the button and then the next and his voice softened with a little mhm. Once I worked the last one he smiled. “I love watching you undress.”
My brow lifted. “Do you?” He responded with another lazy mhm, and I dragged myself to my feet and opened my shirt revealing my white, lacy bra. I let the shirt fall to the floor and slowly reached back and unhooked my bra, turning my back to him as I let the straps fall off my shoulders. When I turned around, he was working down his zipper with a hungry look. I unbuttoned my jeans nice and slow and slipped them down, but when I reached for my panties, white lace that matched my bra, he put his hand out to stop me.
“Leave them. I’m going to fuck you around those.” He smiled as my eyes flashed with surprise and then he stood up and walked me around to face the back of the couch and stood behind me.
“You still want to try it all, baby?” His voice was right in my ear, and it sent chills down my spine, and they didn’t stop until they tickled my core. I nodded, and he kissed my shoulder and smoothed the chill bumps that had formed on my arms then he stepped back and leaned me forward, gripping my hips to keep them in place against him, as I placed my palms on the couch.
I swallowed hard, not quite knowing what he was going to do, but then as his hands found my still-tender slit and began to rub, I relaxed. I’d bled the first time, so I knew what type of punishment I was in for, but even still, my core throbbed wanting him inside me.
He inserted a finger and stroked and soon his mouth was there lapping at my ass. The pleasure was erotic, but I didn’t know if I was ready for that. I relaxed as he whispered into my ear, “One day I’ll claim this too, but no time soon.” I tightened knowing that if he ever did, I’d love that too. I wanted to give him everything.
“I’m going to take you from behind, so it might hurt a little, but you’ll tell me to stop if it does?” His strong hand found my hips and the other guided his cock against me, nudging against my wetness. “Fuck, you get so wet, baby. You turn me on so fucking much.” He pushed inside me, and I cried out in pleasure. He waited for me to adjust myself around him, then he rocked me with a little more urgency. Ssuddenly his hands reached up to cup my tits, which bounced with each thrust into me. Soon he’d worked up a quick, steady pace, his balls slapping against my clit and causing me to clench around his cock which drove me over the edge.
By the time I could process a thought, besides the crazy intense pleasure that had overcome me, I realized my release had coated his cock, and there was wetness down my thighs. “You soaked my balls, baby. This position serves you well, doesn’t it?” He gave a breathless chuckle and sped up his pace, slapping against me with such force that the friction that built between us was like a blazing fire, but just when I thought he would fill me up with his own release, he pulled away, taking his cock into his hands to stroke it.
“Are you done?” He smirked at my pouty tone and shook his head.
“Not by far.” He took my hand, and I turned, the wetness turning cool on my inner thighs as we walked to the bedroom.
When we got to the bed, he sat me down beside him and kissed me as he rubbed my mound with his palm. The pressure was building and then when he slipped his finger into my little cleft and pulled back my hood to work my bud. I wiggled uncontrollably wishing I was on his cock.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me. I want that hot little slit sopping wet for my cock.” It was too. He eased me back but pulled my ass to the edge of the bed. He leaned over and licked me, and I wiggled against his face feeling another little release consume me. It was like there were hundreds of them all waiting for the right stimulation to beckon them forward.
“Greedy girl. I love that you’re so worked up for me. You’re my girl, aren’t you?” He stood up and hiked my legs up putting my heels over his shoulders. He guided his cock right back to my depths without any hesitation. He didn’t allow me to settle, but this time, I didn’t need to. He angled his cock upward and hit a spot so sensitive that it had me screaming in pleasure and begging him to have mercy on me.
I knew that finally, after all this time, I was truly his and he was truly mine.
He growled out in pleasure as he slapped my thigh and thrust hard grinding his cock so deep I could feel his base splitting me. Then he stilled and jerked as he emptied himself deep inside me. I milked every last drop by clenching around him. The movement was so intense, and the thought of him filling me up was such a turn on that I started to writhe, another release on the horizon. He pulled his cock out, and I whimpered.
“No, please don’t stop.”
He smile and gave a little chuckle. He held up two fingers and pushed them into my mouth. “Suck them soft, baby.”
I did as he told, all the while the intensity was building as well as my frustration.
His seed was spilling out, coating my thighs even more and then he pulled his fingers free and pushed them both into my aching channel. The splashing sound made me blush, but the pleasure was so intense that I hoped he’d never stop and finally he brought me through my last orgasm. When he was done, he pulled the dripping fingers from my channel and pushed them back between my lips for a taste.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” He kissed my mouth, stilled beside me as his breathing leveled off. This time I’d worn him out. I smiled at my accomplishment and snuggled closer.