Chapter 14 TY

My hands hurt, but not nearly as much as my cock aches to be inside her. I thought an eye for a hand would be a fair trade, but as she's straddling me with her white-hot pussy being nuzzled by my cock, I would throw in an ear and a leg and a nose and whatever else it took to sweeten the deal.

I wrapped my forearms around her in a bear hug. Her tits mashed against my face and her hips just above mine. Her legs wrapped around me just like her arms. Her tight little pussy was trying to inch down onto me, and her mouth begged in breathless murmurs to meet mine, but the taste of her skin filled me with my head in her chest, lapping at the silky skin between her breasts.

I carried her to the bed and fell on top of her as we fell onto it. I tore myself away from her tits and took her mouth again, she squeezed me closer in a bear hug of her own, but I broke her grasp and pushed her arms over her head pinning her hands with my wrists. I pressed the head of my cock against her opening and stifled her moans with my tongue. Her busy, insistent hips were again trying to inch down and envelop me.

I broke from her lips and her head came up to try to meet me again.

"Stop." I command her. But I don't mean it, I love that she's aching, that her body is so hungry for mine. She has no control over it. The need is in control of her.

"Quit squirming and lie still." This time I mean it. I think. If I had any sense I’d put a stop to all of this, wait until I was in control of myself, and when she had some control over herself. But it didn’t seem like anything was going to stop us. She hears me somewhere in there and takes control of her body. I slide my body up, my weight still against her, cock still pressing her hips down as it moves up.

The need takes over again as she rolls her hips to meet me, but my hips press them still. I want her to feel my cock, all of it, and know what she's begging for. "You want this cock in you?"

"Hmm,"

"Say it."

"Yes," she moaned.

"Tell me you want this cock in your virgin cunt."

"I want you," she pleaded.

Fuck that sounds good.

"Say you want this cock tearing through you. You want the blood and the pain and then the pleasure."

"I want you in me. I want your cock. I want it." It's a breathless pant, agitated, insistent.

"No."

Her eyes opened, her head stopped thrashing against the bed.

"I won’t fuck you until I’m at my best. We both deserve that. But I am going to lick and eat that little pussy until you beg me to stop. Until you can't take any more and then I'll show you how much you can take. Would you like that?"

Her confused face managed to nod.

"I love that I've made you incapable of forming a sentence without even fucking you yet, but you have to say the words. Do you want me to eat your pussy?"

"I want you to do anything you want to me. I want you to eat my pussy until I beg you to stop. I want you to not stop. I want you to shut up and stop asking questions.”

Fuck she's beautiful pissed off.

I smile because laughing seems like a bad move. I dip to taste her angry mouth, and she lets me taste the anger and the frustration. 23 years of it. I’m ready to strangle someone after a month, so I don’t waste too much time. I move down her body, kissing a trail over her tummy, her belly button, and finally to the little bow on the front of her panties. I take that in my teeth, threatening her slit.

The panties slip over her hips. My breath caught as her slit peeked between her legs.

Mine.

My breath tickled hot against her thighs, kissing them lightly, easing her legs apart until she spread wide open for me. She trembles as I swipe my tongue against her slit, over her clit, tasting her wetness, then plunging in her tight pussy.

She runs a hand through my hair, gently at first, then she’s wrapping her fingers, balling her fist, moaning or praying into the pillow next to her.

My fingers curve under her mound and I press upwards. Her whole body stiffens as the breath leaves her, her back arches up from the bed. Her pussy comes up to meet me, and my tongue probes deeper, her outer lips let me in to softly pet her inner folds apart.

She babbles incoherently. Her ass thumps weakly into the bed again as I trace the line of her slit, following it upward toward her clit. Her naked thighs quivering on my shoulders as she tries to bring them down .

I stop her.

She squirms, her head flops around from the pleasure, side to side.

I used the tip of my tongue to delve deeply between the feverish folds of her pussy. I was making her tremble all over.

She groans, her hips plunging suddenly as I create suction pulling her swollen clit. I felt her come, quickly, easily, tumbling. Tremors running up and down her thighs as she quivers.

Mmm," I hum back into her as an answer, my mouth staying put on her pulsing cunt as her hips rock from side to side, then plunge upwards, her breath coming out of her lungs in a long, weak sigh.

"Stop, please.” She was suddenly shivering, her belly hard and tight, her hips jerking.

“No fucking way. This is where I’ve been trying to be since I saw you. You’re going to be a fucking puddle by the time I’m done with you.” I could really use my fingers and hands right now, but I will just have to get more creative.

"Why did you stop?" She panted, as she held her torso up on her elbow, her face turned scarlet and her light hair stuck to her glistening face where she whipped it with her tossing head.

"We need to work on you calling me Boss, or Sir under the sheets okay?”

She took too long to consider it. I might need to train that out of her. I never get the chance to hear it from her lips, there’s loud banging at the door.”

“Who the fuck is that?” Room service? I don't remember if I ordered more champagne for her.

"Go away. I have everything I need."

"Courier sir."

"What?"

"Courier. You have something you wish me to deliver? I was told it was urgent, and important. I don't want to be here at two in the morning either."

“Fuck,” I shouted. “I mean, ‘Yes’. Just a minute." An hour would be better. I don't want to leave her thighs. .

I crawl up her body and kiss her slow and long. "How do you taste?" I ask. She blushes. "Don't move." I tell her as I manage to move from her warm quivering little furnace of a body.

She immediately tears the top covers off and runs to the bathroom with them wrapped around her body.

She hasn't listened to me once has she? Maybe once.

She'll have to do much better.

I walk over the desktop and realize that, Fuck. I can't grip the hard drive. Or the fucking door for that matter. My hands just ran into the bathroom wrapped in a sheet.

I hit the door knob, a steel lever by the grace of God. A round door knob would have defeated me.

"Come in. The hard drive is in that tower. Take the whole thing if you want." I point at the computer tower and he crouches down to unplug the drive.

"Wait. You have ID?"

He takes a badge out and flips it to me. I don't even try to grab it, it bounces off me and hits the rug.

"Pick it up and show me," I growl at him. Interrupting me was enough to make me angry at him, but letting him see my weakness would have made me hate him.

He does as he’s told.

If I had hands they might have been around his neck. Just then I realize the room smells like sex, its 2 am. He wants to get the hell out of here as badly as I want him out.

"Thank you for coming. Throw another 100 on the bill for your trouble."

"Thank you sir." He smiles. All is forgiven. We’re practically friends.

I like people like this. Throw them some money and they're happy. The relationship is a simple exchange.

The little riddle wrapped in a blanket in my bathroom was never going to be this simple for me.

The door locks behind him, and an instant later Milly walks out, wrapped in ribbons like the best Christmas present I’ve ever had.

That anyone’s ever had.

“We can’t do this,” I manage to tell her. But I don’t believe it either. “Miss Wells, we really shouldn’t go any further.”

“You just ate my pussy. You can drop the Miss Wells and call me Milly.”

“Milly. Milly. Milly. You need a firm hand. Just my fucking luck, I’m fresh out.”

“You won’t need them tonight.”

Who am I kidding? I tasted her. I can't go a week.

But neither can she.