thighs, I kissed his cheek. “Your ex-wife has to be the biggest damn fool in the state, and she’s probably kicking herself right now, which is why she’s trying so hard to reinsert herself into your life. But it’s her loss, my gain… at least for the next two days at any rate,” I said, as I gently sucked and kissed my way down his neck.
He pulled me back, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “Is that’s all you’re going to say?”
“What more needs to be said? You used your rant card and now we move on. So can I finish now?” I asked, as I resumed kissing his lips.
He breathed out deeply and allowed himself to relax, as I reached into his pants and grabbed on to his member. I could feel him hardening in my hands with each stroke.
“Sometimes I think to myself that you, that this, is all a dream,” he moaned, shifting under me.
“I’m one hundred percent real,” I assured him as I gently squeezed, a simple reminder that we were both real, that we were both here, and that this was really happening.
Reaching up, he pulled the shirt off of me, grasping both of my breasts with his hands and I shivered at his touch. He kept his eyes on me, as he kissed the both of them, licking around my nipples before gently taking them between his teeth. I winced, both in pleasure and pain.
“Levi… ah,” I moaned, as one of his hands slipped downwards from my breasts, and came to rest in-between my legs.
Letting go of him completely, I leaned back and rocked against his fingers.
“Damn… you. I… I… fuck I—”
“You what?” he grinned, as he slipped another finger into me.
He leaned back against the pillows, and watched me as I ground myself against his hand.
“You… ah…” I moaned, as he increased the pressure on my nipples.
“I, what? Come on baby, complete sentences please.”
“Fuck you.”
“You already are,” he grinned. “Or would you like me to stop…?”
And just like that, his hands froze, and I grunted in frustration, and crushed his lips against my own. My tongue slipped into his mouth, brushing against his, as tried to get him moving again. But instead, he pulled out, completely breaking away from my lips to lick his fingers.
He smirked as he regarded me. “How badly do you want it?”
“Mmmmmm,” I whined.
“Use your words,” he instructed.
That stupid smirk of his, and those damn green eyes— “I fucking hate you.”
“Wrong words,” he said, his tone cold and menacing.
He moved towards me then, faster than I ever saw him move. He was rough with me as he flipped me back onto couch, driving me downwards. I grabbed on to the armrest, bracing myself for his sexual fury.
He kissed my back, moving upwards until his lips barely brushed against the curve of my neck. “Since you can’t say what you want, I’m just going to have to take what I want. Don’t you dare move,” he warned.
He disappeared from behind me, and I remained on the couch, my knees locked, my knuckles white against the armrest, and my heart racing in anticipation of the pleasure that was to come, as adrenaline surged through my body. I was frozen in place. Unable to move, even if I wanted to.
He returned seconds later, and kissed his way down my spine. I shivered, but I still didn't move. I could feel him right behind me, his chest hovering over my back and I could feel the heat coming off his body in waves. I shivered once more, and my skin broke out into goose bumps. He pressed himself against my ass, and I felt myself tremble at the heat of it. I wanted to clamp my legs together; he had made me so wet, it was almost embarrassing.
“How badly do you want it?” he asked again, as he pressed the tip against my opening.
“If you have to ask—”
Slam.
“Fuck!” he hissed, tightening his hold on me, as he slid his shaft in all the way to the base. My mouth dropped open. There simply wasn’t enough words to describe the intensity of the pleasure I felt, and as he thrust into me,
He pulled me back, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “Is that’s all you’re going to say?”
“What more needs to be said? You used your rant card and now we move on. So can I finish now?” I asked, as I resumed kissing his lips.
He breathed out deeply and allowed himself to relax, as I reached into his pants and grabbed on to his member. I could feel him hardening in my hands with each stroke.
“Sometimes I think to myself that you, that this, is all a dream,” he moaned, shifting under me.
“I’m one hundred percent real,” I assured him as I gently squeezed, a simple reminder that we were both real, that we were both here, and that this was really happening.
Reaching up, he pulled the shirt off of me, grasping both of my breasts with his hands and I shivered at his touch. He kept his eyes on me, as he kissed the both of them, licking around my nipples before gently taking them between his teeth. I winced, both in pleasure and pain.
“Levi… ah,” I moaned, as one of his hands slipped downwards from my breasts, and came to rest in-between my legs.
Letting go of him completely, I leaned back and rocked against his fingers.
“Damn… you. I… I… fuck I—”
“You what?” he grinned, as he slipped another finger into me.
He leaned back against the pillows, and watched me as I ground myself against his hand.
“You… ah…” I moaned, as he increased the pressure on my nipples.
“I, what? Come on baby, complete sentences please.”
“Fuck you.”
“You already are,” he grinned. “Or would you like me to stop…?”
And just like that, his hands froze, and I grunted in frustration, and crushed his lips against my own. My tongue slipped into his mouth, brushing against his, as tried to get him moving again. But instead, he pulled out, completely breaking away from my lips to lick his fingers.
He smirked as he regarded me. “How badly do you want it?”
“Mmmmmm,” I whined.
“Use your words,” he instructed.
That stupid smirk of his, and those damn green eyes— “I fucking hate you.”
“Wrong words,” he said, his tone cold and menacing.
He moved towards me then, faster than I ever saw him move. He was rough with me as he flipped me back onto couch, driving me downwards. I grabbed on to the armrest, bracing myself for his sexual fury.
He kissed my back, moving upwards until his lips barely brushed against the curve of my neck. “Since you can’t say what you want, I’m just going to have to take what I want. Don’t you dare move,” he warned.
He disappeared from behind me, and I remained on the couch, my knees locked, my knuckles white against the armrest, and my heart racing in anticipation of the pleasure that was to come, as adrenaline surged through my body. I was frozen in place. Unable to move, even if I wanted to.
He returned seconds later, and kissed his way down my spine. I shivered, but I still didn't move. I could feel him right behind me, his chest hovering over my back and I could feel the heat coming off his body in waves. I shivered once more, and my skin broke out into goose bumps. He pressed himself against my ass, and I felt myself tremble at the heat of it. I wanted to clamp my legs together; he had made me so wet, it was almost embarrassing.
“How badly do you want it?” he asked again, as he pressed the tip against my opening.
“If you have to ask—”
Slam.
“Fuck!” he hissed, tightening his hold on me, as he slid his shaft in all the way to the base. My mouth dropped open. There simply wasn’t enough words to describe the intensity of the pleasure I felt, and as he thrust into me,
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