Chapter 45

Forty-Five

TOM

After our dance was over,I watched as Sara picked up the dirty dishes and paraded her sexy ass to the kitchen. Dressed in that hoodie that brushed against her bare thighs, she looked like a fucking wet dream. I followed after her, and as she rinsed the dishes off, I snaked my arms around her waist. “You know, there’s this really cool invention called the dishwasher. Have you heard of it?” I asked, taking a nibble of her earlobe.

“Smartass.”

Unable to contain myself, I reached under the hoodie, lifting it up to her waist, exposing her black, lacy underwear. But what I was more interested in was further up. I slid my hands up her silky skin until I cupped her naked breasts. She moaned as she tried concentrating on washing the plates, but the suds were rising with the water; She was clearly not paying any attention to what she was doing. Perhaps my fingers were too distracting as they traced circles around her hard nipples.

“How’s that feel, baby girl? I whispered over her ear, my breath summoning goosebumps to the surface of her skin.

“I’ve missed you,” she said.

“Not nearly as much as I have.”

“Should we be doing this right now? We’re supposed to watch Top Gun. You’re supposed to make popcorn.”

“Fuck the movie and popcorn. I’m so fucking hard, I want to take you right here. Right fucking now.” I pressed my cock against her ass, wanting her to feel exactly how hard she made me. She gasped. Even though I was dressed, my sweatpants made it difficult to hide my raging erection.

She continued to pretend she was trying to wash the two measly dishes, but I knew it was because she was enjoying the game. I lowered my hand down the front of her body and slid it inside her underwear. She parted her legs without me having to ask her, and I moaned when I felt how slippery with arousal she was. “Good girl. You’re already wet for me.”

“I need to finish cleaning the dishes.”

I shut the faucet off and ran my tongue along the side of her neck. “What dishes?”

Her chest heaved as I swirled my finger around her clitoris, soft moans spilling from her lips. “That’s it, baby. I want you to feel how badly I’ve needed you these past few days. How much I fantasized about storming to your apartment and punishing you with my cock for keeping secrets from me.”

“I’m so sorry…” she panted as she spread her legs wider.

My fingers were so soaked, I couldn’t wait to satisfy my cock with her wet pussy, but first, I needed to remind her that I owned her. “I don’t want you to keep secrets from me anymore,” I said as I put a finger inside her.

“Tom…I want you to…”

“Hush, baby girl,” I said, playing with her clit. “If you want my cock, I need you to promise me. Promise me you won’t keep things from me again. That I can trust you.”

“I...” but her words were swallowed up by her moans as I pushed my finger as deep as it could go.

“Go on, baby girl. I need to hear you say it,” I said harsher, hooking my finger inside her, pressing on that G-spot.”

“Fuck,” she clamored, arching her back. “I promise not to keep secrets from you.”

“That’s it. Now you’re getting it.” I pulled her underwear to the side and made her bend over. Kneeling behind her, I buried my tongue inside her cleft, licking her end to end. “You taste so fucking good.” I flicked her little swollen clit with my tongue until I knew she was ready to come, then I pulled away.

“No. No. Please don’t stop.”

“Get on your knees.”

She turned around, her rosy lips plumped into a pout, those brown sultry eyes alive with lust. Keeping her gaze locked on mine, she did as she was told despite looking annoyed that I’d denied her the orgasm I’d been coaxing from her body.

“Now lower my sweatpants and pull out my cock.”

Again, she did as she was instructed, her eyelids growing heavy as she reached between her legs to rub at her pussy while stroking me.

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself. This time. I’m going first, baby girl. That’s your punishment for making me feel like a fucking lunatic these last few days. Now open that pretty mouth of yours.”

She obliged, licking her lips in the process. Damn brat. She knew exactly how to tease me, but I intended to punish that bratty mouth of hers with my cock until tears streamed down her face. I needed to punish her for driving me mad since I saw her dancing with that fucking asshole. Needed to punish her for making me feel like the ground had collapsed beneath me.

I slowly glided my cock between her lips, remembering how expertly she’d used her mouth back in Santa Monica. She used that tongue like a fucking pro, lapping up my precum like she couldn’t get enough. “You like that, don’t you?”

“I love the way you taste,” she said, swirling her tongue over the tip of my cock. Fuck. I had to wrap my hand around her hair to keep myself under control. Looking down on her, with her eyes anchored to mine as she sucked on my head, had me ready to blow my load inside her mouth. I wanted to prolong my orgasm, but I wasn’t able to hold back, and needing to remind her she was mine, I fucked that mouth so fast and hard, she gagged, those tears I wanted to see running down her cheeks.

Fucking hell. She didn’t protest. She took that dick like a good fucking girl. Shit. Sara looked so divine with that pretty mouth full of cock, I erupted, shooting my release to the back of her throat. She moaned and moaned as she licked off every drop of cum from my shaft, and I swore I could erupt all over her again just watching her do that. Wiping a milky drop from the corner of her mouth, I said, “Now, it’s your turn.”

“You’re ready to go again so soon?”

I hiked a brow. “Are you challenging me?” Stroking myself, I showed her I was more than ready.

Turning her over onto all fours, I practically ripped her underwear off her in half a second. I could’ve told her to take the hoodie off so I could watch her tits bounce in the foyer mirror directly in front of us, but I wanted my clothing on her as I claimed her body. I gave her no warning as I penetrated her. This time, I had no plans to ease myself into her. Tonight, it was about taking back what was mine. It was about fucking her brains out, not making love.

She quivered in pain and delight all at the same time as I rammed into her, one of my hands grabbing onto the hoodie as I thrust. My mind swam with thoughts of taking her in the ass, but I knew she’d never done it, and this was definitely not the time and place to do it, but fucking hell, I wanted that tight little asshole. Unable to dampen my depravity, I simply teased the rim with the tip of my cock, watching her hole pucker, inviting me in.

“Oh, Tom,” she whimpered. “That feels so good.”

“I know, baby girl. But not tonight.”

“Please. I want to feel…”

“Full?”

“Oh, God. Yes. Please.”

“Fuck. I love hearing you beg. But that’s part of your punishment—making you want it so bad it hurts.”

“Go in a just little?”

I chuckled, loving how greedy her ass was for me. “That was meant to be just a tease of what I can make you feel, baby. Remember that. But you’re not ready. Right now, I’ll make you come a different way.”

Knowing her knees were probably killing her, I flipped her on her back, and this time, I lifted the hooded sweatshirt, needing to see her breasts as I spread her legs open. She smiled as I licked her pussy, and I forced her to lift her hips off the floor to seek that release. Right when she was at the summit, I placed my palm over her pelvis and brought her hips back down, denying her that orgasm once again.

She let out a stream of curses, but I climbed over her and lowered my mouth to her lips, inhaling her words as I slid my length inside her pussy and ravaged her. She moaned, wrapping her legs around me.

Sara dug her nails into my back and I knew she was ready for me to get her over the edge. I’d tortured her long enough, so I reached between us and gently brushed my fingers over her clit as I thrust in slow circles. She spread her legs and I grabbed onto the back of her thighs, pushing her feet above her head. I smiled to myself. The perks of dating a dancer. She was fucking flexible as hell and I was enjoying every second of it.

I was nearing the peak myself and that’s when I realized we’d been so consumed by lust, we’d forgotten about protection. “Fuck, Sara. I don’t have a condom.”

“Too late for that…luckily, I went on the pill as soon as I got back from Santa Monica.”

“Smart girl. So you want me to come inside you?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Keep those legs above you like that, baby. I fucking love this position.” I rammed into her as I circled her clit, rocking her body and watching those tits bounce. Shit. The instant she screamed my name, covering my cock in her release, I wasn’t able to hold it any longer and came inside her so hard, I thought I’d never stop spilling into her. The sight of her pussy full of my cum was utter beauty. I knew then that when it came to sex with Sara, there was no way I’d ever get enough.