The Ex Files (Ocean View #1)(39)

His face pulls back, a gleam of wet on his chin, and he smiles at me as I mewl in protest. “Fucking delicious, baby. Nothin’ better than this pussy.” He trails a finger up my thigh to play in my wet, entering me once before circling my clit.

“Luke, please, please, Luke,” It’s a chant on my lips, my eyes hazy as I look at him through slitted lids and speak through panted breaths.

“What do you need, Cass?” His thick finger is in me, pumping slowly as he watches me, looking for an answer. “God, you’re fuckin’ tight.”

“You, I need you.”

“What do you need, Cassie?” I’m frustrated now, yelping as he crooks that single finger in a tease. I’m on edge, so close to finding it, so close to coming apart.

“I need you, Luke!”

“Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me exactly what this greedy cunt wants.” His words make me spasm, something he feels if the smirk is any indication. I have two options here—continue to beg or ask for what I want. What I need.

“I want you to lick me until I come.” It’s a whine. He leans forward to kiss me, his eyes locked to me as he speaks, breath brushing my own, voice low.

“Where?” This is out of my comfort zone, so far from anything I’ve ever done or experienced, but every moment of it feels natural.

“I want you to lick my pussy until I come on your face, Luke. Please.” His smile is all the vindication I need to ignore any flutter of embarrassment before he speaks.

“Good girl,” he says, his voice low and quiet, but then his hands are tugging my panties down, tossing them aside, and he’s throwing my legs over his head as he devours me. His mouth is everywhere, tongue inside me, then sucking my clit, then back inside my opening. I’m so, so close, but I need…

“Your fingers!” I shout because I’m so close, and if he would just…

“Good job asking for what you want,” he says, and then two thick fingers are inside me, pressing up to curl on my G-spot as he sucks my clit hard, and I come apart. As I come, he puts one hand under my ass, pulling my pussy closer to his face as he continues to devour me, as if I haven’t just come, as if I’m not living through the most intense orgasm of my life. My body continues to quake, to twitch with each pass of his tongue. Soon I’m crawling out of my skin, already stretching towards another orgasm.

And then he stops.

And backs up.

And I’m about to whine, about to moan about him building back up without release, but then I see his eyes, full of fire and blazing with need.

It’s then he undresses, quickly, revealing hard pecs and a light dusting of hair, a stomach that’s toned but not frighteningly so. Like an actual human who enjoys his life. Then those hands, still wet with me, go to the button of his pants, shucking them with his underwear until his thick cock bobs out.

I lick my lips, watching the movement, and despite the need coursing through me, coming off him in waves, he laughs.

“See anything you like?” I just nod, my mind still, so lust saturated, I’m unable to string words together. He smiles again before reaching down to his pants, grabbing his wallet, and pulling out a condom. Then, right when I think he might tear it open, roll it on, and pound into me, he hands me the foil packet. I stare at him with confusion.

“You do it. Roll it on, sweetheart, then put my cock in you.” Something about his words has me needing him almost more than before, despite the orgasm, so I do as he asks, scooting up the bed so there’s more room. With him following me, in front of me on his knees, his cock bobbing, I lean forward to roll on the unwrapped condom.

I can’t resist.

My tongue comes out, licking him from base to tip, my eyes on him the whole time before his hand goes to my hair.

“Do that again, I’m coming in your mouth.” His eyes are wild, and for a moment, I contemplate it, contemplate sucking him until he comes down my throat. Contemplate feeling that power, the power to wreck him the way he destroyed me just minutes ago, but my throbbing pussy revolts. He sees the battle, though. “Another time. Roll it on, Cass.” And then I do, pinching the top of the latex and rolling it down until it hits the bottom, giving him a tight squeeze to tell him I’m finished with a smile.

But he’s done with games. His hands push on my shoulders until I’m lying back on the bed, my back to the fluffy duvet I love. Then, he’s moving so my legs are over his shoulders, framing his face with my ankles.

I move a hand between us, remembering his order before stroking the head of his sheathed cock in my wet.

“Jesus, fuck, you’re fucking dripping for me. This mine, Cass? This cunt mine?” His eyes are dark with need and possession. I nod, then, with a groan, he slams into me, filling me completely.

And it’s everything.

Perfection.

Nothing has ever felt as right as this man in me right now.

“This greedy cunt.” He growls the words as he watches himself disappear into me, each pump hitting that spot inside me no one has ever found, each graze taking my breath away and making it build again. “Is your cunt greedy for my cock, Cass?” He’s gone, lost in the feeling of us too, and it’s like he knows how perfect this is, and it has him absolutely wild.

“Yes, honey, yes.”

“God, I’ve been fuckin’ dreamin’ of this since I saw you. Better than I ever fuckin’ thought; your pussy is so fuckin’ tight.” He leans in further, bending my body like a skilled contortionist while still pumping into me, and I’ve never been more thankful that my New Year’s resolution last year was to start yoga. As he bends, the thrusts get deeper, hitting the ache in my belly squarely each time until my head is thrashing from side to side. Until I’m on the brink.