Page 11 of It Destroys Me

“Take off your blouse.” His tone deepened like an endless chasm.

I was just about to give him head, but he interrupted because my mouth wasn’t enough.

“I like your tits.”

I rested on the balls of my feet before I freed each button, slowly loosening the shirt on my body until I tugged it out of my skirt. I released the last buttons before the material came free, showing my black push-up bra underneath.

His eyes immediately went to my cleavage. It wasn’t a glance but a full-on stare, as if he hadn’t seen me naked last night.

I unclasped the bra and let the straps fall from my arms. It dropped to the floor at my knees. The cool air that hit my chest immediately made my nipples harden. Made my delicate skin bubble with bumps.

Like a king on his throne, he continued to keep his arms on the armrests, his big dick on his stomach, looking at me like I was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, when he was the one who was hot as fuck.

My hands went to my knees, and I started to come closer.

“The skirt too.”

I stopped then rose on my knees so I could pull down the zipper at my back. The material loosened over my hips and revealed my little thong underneath, a black G-string that wouldn’t show a panty line through my skirt.

He seemed to like that because he stared and stared.

I waited for him to ask me to remove the thong, but he didn’t.

I moved back to him, slid between his parted knees, and then let my chest rest against his hard body, his dick sliding right between my tits.

He seemed to like that because he gave a quiet moan, a moan that was so subtle it might have just been a dream.

I dipped my head and kissed his hard stomach, feeling the hardness of his abs, licking the black color of his ink. I slowly moved down as I tasted him, as I smelled the scent that had gradually stuck to all my clothes and my bare skin from being smothered in his sheets.

When I finally kissed his head, he inhaled a slow breath, like the simple touch of my lips was enough to set him on fire.

I kissed him again and again, starting off slow before I made my way down, sprinkling his vein with my kisses, eventually arriving at his groomed balls. He was like a bull placed in a pasture with the single purpose of mating. Instead of big horns, he had a big dick—and big balls to go with it.

I kissed his sack and felt it tighten at my touch. He released a sexy breath when he felt me.

I started to use my tongue, slathering his balls in my spit before gliding up his length, slowly returning to where I started—and feeling a twitch along the way. Before I got there, his hand slid into my hair like a cowboy gripping the reins of his horse. He grabbed his length and lifted his dick forward as he guided my head down, wanting his dick in my hot mouth as soon as possible.

I flattened my tongue and pushed his dick in as far as I could handle. But that didn’t seem to be enough for him as he forced me down farther, nearly bringing me to the point of gagging because his pleasure was more important than my discomfort.

He guided me up and down and told me exactly how he wanted me to suck his dick. Didn’t waste any time letting me discover his likes and dislikes. Like a man, he just told me, wanting it to hurt a little, just the way it did when he was balls deep inside my pussy. His fingers tightened on my hair, and he showed me the pace, wanting every thrust to be slow and purposeful, so he could feel the groove of my tongue over each inch, to savor the way it made my eyes water.

He relaxed against the chair cushion and watched me, his face tinted with the same redness that appeared during sex. The color deepened the longer it went on, cords popping in the skin up his neck. His fingers were tight on my hair like he wouldn’t let me up for air even if I begged for it.

The second I was on my knees, I was his.

I worked until my makeup ran, until my throat was chafed raw, until my lungs couldn’t keep up anymore. I pulled away, and to my surprise, he let me go.

At least, he let my mouth go.

He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me toward him, up his body and onto his lap. My G-string was literally just a string with a tiny patch of fabric to cover my sacred place, so it was easy for him to tug it aside and get plenty of room for his big dick to press a hard kiss to my opening.

His hand grabbed on to my hip and tugged down, settling my little body on his length. His dick was soaked and so was I, but as always, it was hard to put us together, to make a Boeing 757 fit inside a one-car garage. It took time and patience, gentle thrusts to get things going, and then I sank down his length to the base and felt my body tighten in both pain and desire.

I tried not to compare my lovers, but Theo took the trophy in every category. Size. Girth. Mobility. I’d been satisfied with my life with Bolton, but it had never had the fiery passion that made it impossible to breathe. When Theo entered the room, the curtains were set ablaze, and the roof started to come down. It was a heat that rivaled the explosion of a firework. A burn that was more potent than the sun. It was the kind of passion so hot, it left a scar from the burns. If Theo left me, I would wear that scar into my next relationship, and the comparison of the two men would leave me in disappointment.

He grabbed my ass and squeezed it as he rocked me forward and backward, forcing my clit to drag over his hard body. It made my thighs quiver as his full size made me wince. He continued to do it as he ground his hips, hitting my clit with precision, making that ache between my legs grow to full-blown desperation.

He watched me with those dark eyes as he enjoyed having his big dick inside me, ownership in that stare. He’d made me feel like his even when I was married, made me feel like he was the one being betrayed, when he wasn’t my husband. But now, I was his, and even if those divorce papers remained unsigned, I considered myself a woman completely and totally available.