Heartless Lover by Faith Summers

17

Summer

As Eric reaches for the hem of my top I’m reminded I consented to his ownership of my body. But, when his fingers grace my skin, I’m reminded of how he fucked me into submission and how I caved beneath him.

“Strip, Babydoll,” he orders in that cool, calm, controlling voice that grates on my nerves. “Now.”

Bastard.

My traitorous body betrays me and my pussy clenches at the sound of his voice.

Swallowing my pride, I stand and start by pulling my top over my head. I throw it on the ground and he gives me a toothy grin that conjures up the image of a shark in my mind.

I take off my pants next then slowly pull off my panties and bra. Once I’m naked he stares at me, looking at me like it’s the first time he’s seen me naked and didn’t consume me not even twenty-four-hours ago.

Taking his time, he scans my body from head to toe, then circles me. Every nerve inside me buzzes with anxiety and my skin flushes hot with fire under his scrutiny.

A little gasp falls from my lips when he lifts me and sets me to sit on the table like I’m part of the main meal.

He angles himself closer and rests his hands down on either side of me as he inhales my hair and moves around to brush his nose over mine.

“Kiss me,” he orders and I don’t know why such a mere thing would make me freeze up.

“That’s all you want a kiss?”

“No, I want more, but I want you to kiss me right now.” He runs his tongue over the top of my lip, tasting me and I feel the touch everywhere. “I want you to kiss me the way you want to.”

“What makes you think I want to?”

“Stop fighting me, we both know you do.” He grins and I feel myself caving.

He’s too close and he sees too much I don’t want him to see.

“Do it,” he urges.

I reach out and touch his jaw, feeling the scruff of his beard. Then I guide his teasing mouth to me and cover his lips with mine. The instant we touch, my brain becomes void of everything and all I feel is him.

When I feel his hunger and taste him, taste that desire for me, I deepen the kiss and so does he. He slips his hand behind my head and his merciless mouth rains hungry kisses on me, making me believe I actually belong to him. And he belongs to me.

I feel like I could kiss him forever, but the moment I think that, he pulls away with a maddening look in his eyes.

It’s one I understand because I can’t deny what I felt just now. And I don’t think he can either.

He straightens and licks his lips while I gaze up at him, watching the darkness return to his hawkeyed gaze.

“Open your legs and hold your pussy open for me,” he demands breaking whatever tenderness the kiss held.

I do as he says, propping my feet up on to the table so I can hold open my pussy lips. He drops his knees with a wicked smile, burying his face between my thighs.

The moment his tongue thrashes inside my passage and strokes the walls of my pussy, pleasure robs me of any control I thought I might have. Pleasure sings through my veins, whispering to every secret part of me, telling me I want this and I don’t want to fight.

He moves from my pussy and pushes two fingers inside me so he can finger fuck me while he trails hot kisses from my stomach right up to my breasts. When he closes his mouth over my right nipple and starts sucking I grab his shoulders and throw my head back.

“Give yourself to me, Summer,” he whispers against my skin then alternates his wild suckle from one breast to the other.

Shit, I’m either going to go crazy or burst.

The building orgasm inside me is pushing me over the precipice of madness and all I want is more. His mere touch intoxicates me and everything else he does wears me down so I can’t even lie to myself.

I want him too.

I want what he can give me, even if he’s wrong for me and this moment we’re having is wrong too.

“More, Babydoll?” he taunts making his way back to my lips. “Tell me you want more and I’ll give it to you.”

“Yes,” I moan.

“I thought so.”

He lowers back to my pussy and thrusts his tongue in once more.

My body bows to the pleasure that assaults it as his tongue circles my clit and he starts sucking on the hard nub. Every inch of my body screams from the thrills of pleasure writhing through me and as I come a white-hot climax severs my mind from reality,

I come so hard the sizzling sensation rips me apart and I dig my fingers into his shoulders to steady my body from combusting into flames.

Fuck.How the hell am I supposed to act like this doesn’t feel good when my body wants more?

And he gives me more, drinking my arousal then eating me again like I’m his last meal.

Only moments later, I come again and he gives me a wild conquering smile. One that says he knows I lost the will to fight long ago, and I won’t be fighting anymore tonight.

I never thought it was possible for a person to have such intense control over me, or feel like this about a man I barely know.

As he continues to stare at me and I see the door to his soul, I suddenly know why he was able to break down the walls I set up to protect myself.

It’s because of the mere fact that I’ve had to trust him in more ways than anyone I’ve ever met in my life. That trust made me fuck up and I allowed him to see the real me inside, not the version of myself I show the world.

I had to accept his forced entry into my life and it was do or die.

While I try to catch my breath and calm my heart from beating out of my chest, he straightens and starts undoing his belt. I watch him pull his zipper down and shove his pants down his hips so he can free his cock.

“Get on your knees and suck my dick.”

I still haven’t caught my breath and my head is still spinning, but I will my body to move and obey.

I lower to my knees and take his length into my mouth, allowing him to thrust deeper. So deep I almost choke but I hold back, finding myself savoring the feel of his thick cock thrusting in my mouth as I suck him.

He runs his hands through my hair, releasing it from the ponytail I had it pulled back in. My hair tumbles down my shoulders and he cups the back of my head, encouraging me to suck him harder and faster.

We stay like that in a perfect rhythm with me feasting on his cock and him guiding me to please him, but when he leans forward and strokes my nipples arousal claws through me once again.

Moisture nestles between my thighs and as I continue to suck him, my nipples tighten painfully when he squeezes them between his thumbs.

He starts fucking my face and when his cock pulses in my mouth and I taste his cum I know he’s near climax.

He pulls out of my mouth and pulls me to stand so he can flip me around and bend me over the table. Before I can take another breath, he slams into me and the rapid fire that scorches me clean leaves me at his absolute orgasmic mercy.

He ruts into me, claiming my body in every way and as I take his relentless thrusts my mind opens to him too, allowing him in again.

He grips on to my hips and fucks me so hard I see stars. He’s too rough and I know I’m going to be sore for it but my body indulges on the overload of pleasure as if this was the first time I’ve been touched. I can’t control the mindless moans that pour from my mouth any more than I can stop the primitive need to allow him to own me.

We come hard together and as his cum explodes inside me he growls clasping tighter on to my hips.

We’re both breathing hard and as the sexual fog clears from my mind, reality seeps in again. I have the same wild, mind-fucked feeling I woke with, but this time he’s here and I have a feeling tonight is going to be worse than last night.

Worst in the sense that we both seemed to lose our minds.

He pulls out of me and I feel so drained my knees buckle.

I face him and he pulls off his sweat covered shirt showing off his muscular, tattooed body beneath it.

He scoops me up and I slip my arms around his neck.

We don’t say anything.

We just move into another kiss as he carries me to his bed.