you," Julian breathes into Loretta’s
neck, "not even going to touch you till you beg me to."
Maybe
more than a little.
"You're
an asshole," Loretta manages to get out, her voice strained and
she can feel herself dripping with readiness, desperate for Julian’s
hand, his mouth, anything.
"I
could leave you like this, just leave you on the edge and desperate
for anyone to touch you. But I wouldn't let them, Loretta. I'd mark
you so they knew who you belonged to."
Loretta
closes her eyes and she can visualize Julian sucking bruises into her
neck, scratching and biting and marking her everywhere and she chokes
out, "Please."
Allen
bit his lower lip, thinking he shouldn’t be getting hard
reading this—wondering for a second if Frances would actually
enjoy that. The author sure does sell it like Loretta did. And
Frances was reading this story. He cut a glance at Frances, who had abandoned the
laptop she’d been browsing on around the time Allen started
reading. She seemed oblivious, eyes glued to the TV screen.
Julian
fucks her through it, pushing Loretta down with one hand on the back
of her neck and pulling out just in time to come all over her ass and
back, marking her.
Allen
finished the story and closed the book, placing it prominently on the
table between them. His cock wasn’t getting any less insistent
about needing some attention. Fuck. He’s getting turned on by
fiction now.
“ So
you thought that was hot?” Allen asked, voice slightly hoarse.
Frances
shrugged not pretending to misunderstand but not looking away from
the TV either. “Yeah. Kind of.”
Yeah.
The ‘kind of’ that’s so much ‘yes’ that
Frances can’t even look at Allen right now. Allen considered
that for a few seconds, and then pushed up from the settee. He turned
to stand between Frances and the TV, so that Allen’s the only
thing Frances could see. Allen lifted his chin and squinted down at
her, fingers riding the curve of her skull, knuckles closing around
the strands of hair. “Really?”
“ I
mean…if you’re gonna do it, might as well…you
know,” Frances managed to make it sound casual, but Allen could
see the way her green eyes darkened almost to black, the slight flush
rising in her cheeks. Allen had had a couple of beers and he was
pretty sure he could roll with this. He’s read enough to
understand that it’s the domination, the surrender but most
importantly the trust. This might actually be fun. God knew it was
about time…
He
yanked Frances’s head backwards, forcing her to look up at him,
his tongue teasing the swell of her lower lip before he pushed
inside, rough, long, dirty licks at the inside of Frances’s
mouth. Frances started to reach for him but Allen caught both of her
hands around the wrists, and shoved her down against the settee,
falling on top of her. Frances’s was so soft and yielding and
ready, while Allen’s cock was an insistent throb between his
legs. He rocked his hips into Frances and devoured her mouth with
bruising kisses, tongue plunging deep. He put a hand on Frances’s
face, fingers digging into the soft skin above her jaw, thumb on her
chin, pulling her mouth open wider. He took his time, licking the
inside of her mouth, biting her lips until they’re dusky and
swollen, while she squirmed underneath him with each flick of Allen’s
tongue against the raw skin. When he was done there, he closed his
teeth around the muscle in her neck and bit down hard, his other hand
grabbing her hipbone and holding it against the cushions while Allen
rocked into her. She breathed out in guttural surprise, hips inching
up, meeting Allen’s, her hand closing on the back of his neck.
Allen pulled away, growling as he threw her hand back down against
the sofa. He rose up on his knees, giving her a level look before he
reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, peeling it up over her
head. He undid the button and zipper on her jeans next, sliding them
down past her hips while she
neck, "not even going to touch you till you beg me to."
Maybe
more than a little.
"You're
an asshole," Loretta manages to get out, her voice strained and
she can feel herself dripping with readiness, desperate for Julian’s
hand, his mouth, anything.
"I
could leave you like this, just leave you on the edge and desperate
for anyone to touch you. But I wouldn't let them, Loretta. I'd mark
you so they knew who you belonged to."
Loretta
closes her eyes and she can visualize Julian sucking bruises into her
neck, scratching and biting and marking her everywhere and she chokes
out, "Please."
Allen
bit his lower lip, thinking he shouldn’t be getting hard
reading this—wondering for a second if Frances would actually
enjoy that. The author sure does sell it like Loretta did. And
Frances was reading this story. He cut a glance at Frances, who had abandoned the
laptop she’d been browsing on around the time Allen started
reading. She seemed oblivious, eyes glued to the TV screen.
Julian
fucks her through it, pushing Loretta down with one hand on the back
of her neck and pulling out just in time to come all over her ass and
back, marking her.
Allen
finished the story and closed the book, placing it prominently on the
table between them. His cock wasn’t getting any less insistent
about needing some attention. Fuck. He’s getting turned on by
fiction now.
“ So
you thought that was hot?” Allen asked, voice slightly hoarse.
Frances
shrugged not pretending to misunderstand but not looking away from
the TV either. “Yeah. Kind of.”
Yeah.
The ‘kind of’ that’s so much ‘yes’ that
Frances can’t even look at Allen right now. Allen considered
that for a few seconds, and then pushed up from the settee. He turned
to stand between Frances and the TV, so that Allen’s the only
thing Frances could see. Allen lifted his chin and squinted down at
her, fingers riding the curve of her skull, knuckles closing around
the strands of hair. “Really?”
“ I
mean…if you’re gonna do it, might as well…you
know,” Frances managed to make it sound casual, but Allen could
see the way her green eyes darkened almost to black, the slight flush
rising in her cheeks. Allen had had a couple of beers and he was
pretty sure he could roll with this. He’s read enough to
understand that it’s the domination, the surrender but most
importantly the trust. This might actually be fun. God knew it was
about time…
He
yanked Frances’s head backwards, forcing her to look up at him,
his tongue teasing the swell of her lower lip before he pushed
inside, rough, long, dirty licks at the inside of Frances’s
mouth. Frances started to reach for him but Allen caught both of her
hands around the wrists, and shoved her down against the settee,
falling on top of her. Frances’s was so soft and yielding and
ready, while Allen’s cock was an insistent throb between his
legs. He rocked his hips into Frances and devoured her mouth with
bruising kisses, tongue plunging deep. He put a hand on Frances’s
face, fingers digging into the soft skin above her jaw, thumb on her
chin, pulling her mouth open wider. He took his time, licking the
inside of her mouth, biting her lips until they’re dusky and
swollen, while she squirmed underneath him with each flick of Allen’s
tongue against the raw skin. When he was done there, he closed his
teeth around the muscle in her neck and bit down hard, his other hand
grabbing her hipbone and holding it against the cushions while Allen
rocked into her. She breathed out in guttural surprise, hips inching
up, meeting Allen’s, her hand closing on the back of his neck.
Allen pulled away, growling as he threw her hand back down against
the sofa. He rose up on his knees, giving her a level look before he
reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, peeling it up over her
head. He undid the button and zipper on her jeans next, sliding them
down past her hips while she
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