Breach
Page 14

 K.I. Lynn

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His hips began to move in small thrusts, a groan leaving him. “That’s it, take it all. I’ll f**k your mouth until I come, and you’ll f**king swallow all of it. Do you understand?”
I moaned around him, slipping him out from my lips. “Fuck, you have such a filthy mouth.”
“You think you own my cock, don’t you?” He slapped the head of his c**k against my cheek, running it along my bottom lip. “You don’t, little whore. You don’t own it, but you will take it.” He shrugged off his suit jacket, pushing my head back down his length. His fingers unknotted his tie before gripping my hair as his pace picked up.
With a sudden movement, both of his hands were pushing my head down on his shaft. I gagged at the intrusion, causing Nathan to hiss and moan in response.
“Get your ass up here and let me f**k you the way you want it; hard, fast, and dirty. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” He was taunting me.
I couldn’t protest. He was right, it was what I wanted. I was caught in his seductive spell, eager for what was to come, for what he was going to give me.
“It’s what I want. To stretch you open and have your pu**y suck me back in.” His fingers moved down my jaw, grasping on to the back of my neck and pulling me, his lips devouring mine.
He proceeded to rid me of my clothes, yanking my shirt off and pushing my panties to the ground.
“Oh, God!” I cried out as he leaned down, his teeth biting onto my cloth covered nipple, sucking it into his mouth.
“Not God, baby…Nathan. That’s the name you’ll be screaming when you come.” He unclasped my bra, sending it to the floor with the rest of my clothes.
His fingers wrapped around my wrist, leading me into the living room. I stared at him as we walked, noticing he was still wearing his shirt and pants, which he slid down to his knees as he sat down and leaned back. One hand pushed his c**k upright, while the other guided me over, steadying me as I straddled his hips.
Once there, his fingers pinched my nipple, then moved down between us, past my clit, and found the moisture that had settled and pooled at my core. A throaty groan ripped through me the instant his finger slipped inside.
“You’re so f**king wet,” he groaned. “Was this from sucking my cock?” He pulled his fingers from me, then swirled and dragged my dripping juices straight to my puckered anus. A light pressing of his fingers made my eyes widened. “You’re so uptight and frigid; I should warm you up and then impale your ass with my cock. Fucking shoot my load up there.”
His fingers flitted, dancing around at my opening, and I had never felt so wanton, so dirty. My hips were moving against him, the tip of his c**k hitting my clit each time and making me beg for more.
“Maybe I’ll paint you white. Fuck. You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Have my come all over your body.”
“Please. I want everything you want to give me.” I should have been ashamed, but there wasn’t room for any reaction except pure unadulterated lust and filthy desire for him and his words.
His fingers pushed back up into my pu**y, his thumb hooking onto his c**k and pressing it against my clit. I leaned forward, one hand braced next to his head as I drew in a shuddering breath.
“That’s it, baby, you love my c**k deep inside you. You need me to fill you.” His eyes were twisted, dark, and so f**king glorious. I was transfixed, and I was hanging on to every word. He was beyond aroused. It seemed it wasn’t just about punishment for him anymore; it was about self-medication and numbing his mind, drowning out his ghosts.
One finger slipped out and back, sliding just inside the entrance, tempting me and sucking me into his world. I wanted to be part of it, be part of his soul. He was my God, and I worshipped him.
“Have you ever had a c**k up here?” he asked. I shook my head, my body crying out for him to shove his c**k inside me. “Don’t lie to me, slut.”
I shook my head again. “None…j-just a dildo. Now stop teasing me, and f**k me!”
He grinned up at me, licking his lips. “You’re a naughty little slut. I’ll show you what it feels like to have a c**k shoved up there. Soon.” He pulled his fingers from me, his weeping c**k released and landing back down on his stomach. “That is f**king sexy, the thought of you stuffed everywhere with a vibrator. You love that, don’t you?”
“Y–yes,” I stammered.
“My c**k likes the sound of that, and,” his gaze moved down, “so does your pretty little pu**y.”
I almost cried with joy when he lined up his cock, but screamed out in pleasure when he slammed me down hard as he pushed up, filling me in one swift movement. My hands moved to his chest for support, while his held my hips in a painful grip, almost bone crushing.
“Damn, you feel so f**king good wrapped around me, squeezing me,” he groaned, lifting me up and pulling me back down.
“Deeper,” I moaned.
“Deeper?” He slowed down and kept his c**k at my entrance.
“Fucking tease.” I let all my weight relax so he was filling me again.
“Nobody tells me how to do this shit.” He flipped us over, pounding me into the couch. My head rolled back, my eyes fluttering close. “Yeah, that’s it, squeeze me. Take me all the way in. I’m not going to stop until you’re coming while screaming how much you f**king love it.”
I smirked at him; he was so full of himself in that moment. His heavy hooded eyes watched, transfixed as his c**k disappeared into my pu**y with each thrust. His jaw was tight and there was a constant look of furious concentration, as if he was driving his demons out of him with each movement.
He growled. “That is a f**king spectacular view. I could watch it all f**king day.”
I was buzzing, my muscles tightening, signaling I was close. Nathan must’ve felt it as well.
“Come on, slut, come all over my cock. Come!”
I screamed out his name, my nails digging into his arms, back arching as I convulsed around him.
His relentless pounding didn’t let up as I came down, it increased. Curses flew from his mouth, the slapping sound of skin filling the room. His sexy sighs, his tortured look as he stared at his c**k pumping into me, and his declarations of, “Fuck, that’s the shit I love,” set me on fire.
I loved watching him, knowing that I was the one making him come apart at the seams. Me, I was the one. Not Jennifer, Kelly, or Tiffany. Me.