Marrying my high school bully

Lorraine

“Is everything ready?” I asked after he finished with the receptionist and trotted towards me.

He nodded, dangling the keys at me as we both headed to the room he had booked for us.

Though my body was giddy with excitement and anticipation, his present disturbed expression didn’t go unnoticed. I just hoped that by the time we were done, he’d feel better.

“Are you alright?” I asked when I couldn’t keep it in any more.

“Yes, I’ll be.” His lips curved into a side smirk as he opened the door.

There was nothing more I could do than hope he’ll be fine so I decided not to probe further.

My eyes took in the simplicity of the suite and I smiled.From NôvelDrama.Org.

Trust Dexter to always go for the best.

Before getting into the room, he stopped in front of me and helped out with my bag. He dropped the bag on a counter. “Keep this here, baby, you won’t be needing it.” The tension was gradually dissipating as his fingers slid down my legs.

I bit my lower lip as he helped me out of my jeans, tossing it away with his gaze ltrained on me. He swept me off my feet as we headed to the bedroom which had a floor-to-ceiling window, facing the busy streets.

The lights from the buildings around reflected on the window, casting a golden hue inside the large room. “Why don’t you want to turn on the light?”

“I just want it this way with you, Lorraine, but if you aren’t comfortable, I’ll turn on the light.” He quickly rose, nearly rushing to the switch.

I grasped his arm and stopped him. “Just make love to me, Dex. That’s what matters right now. I want to feel you around me and be sure that you’ll never leave.”

The desperation in my voice was thick and heavy, and if it were to be some weeks back I’d be scolding myself for being this expressive, but there a leap in our relationship that I enjoyed and I wouldn’t be happy if things returned to how they used to be.

“With all pleasure.” He drawled and peeled off his shirt while I worked on mine. His fingers stopped me halfway as he whispered. “Let me take care of that.”

He pulled up my blouse and I was left in my push bra. I savored his blatant ogling on my cleavages, while I allowed my hands to trail his ripped chest. His nipples hardened as I pinched it, his groan spurring me on as I pinched it harder.

He had the body of a demigod and each time we were intimate, I was reminded that I had this whole body to myself.

I just different tonight.

The urge to be in control enveloped me so I got up abruptly, his brows raised as he tried to understand my next move. I took off the rest of my clothing and watched him gulp as I stood before him naked.

“Can you lie on your back?” I asked gently as he reluctantly pushed backwards.

It wasn’t until I hovered over him and my thighs straddled him that he realised my intentions. “I want to ride you.” I muttered shyly, my fingers tangling in the thick mass of his hair.

He said nothing as he hoisted me over, spinning me around so that I’d be sitting on his mouth, my butt on his face. Thrills of pleasure coursed through me as the hot breath from his mouth fanned my sex.

His wet tongue thrusted into my hole, slowly filling the void and drawing out feelings I hadn’t felt in a while. Immersed in the well of pleasure, I didn’t realise when his tongue stretched towards my nub.

A naughty idea struck my mind as I lowered my face towards his erect rod staring at me. I stroked it, darting my eyes at his face to watch his reaction.

His eyes were shut and his pace on my pussy had increased. The need to return the favor was filled like an addiction I couldn’t control. I’d never gone down on a man before though I’d watched a few movies and seen how it was done.

If I was to do this, I had to do it right and make sure that it beats whatever Emilia used to give him.

His finger slid into me, making slurpy sounds as he thrusted in and out. I squirmed under him but his strong hands kept me pinned on him. Without thinking, I took his length in and almost gagged.

“Jesus! Lorraine,” He exclaimed, tightening his grip on my butt while I smiled in satisfaction.

His length filled my mouth, making it impossible for me to breathe so I waited until I got used to the feeling, then I began to imitate what I saw in the movies. His teeth grazed my clit as my tongue circled his tip each time my mouth glided the top and went back down.

I was getting close to my release but I wanted us to come apart at the same time. Then I increased my pace, taking all he had to give and ignoring how hard he fucked my mouth.

Strangely, the rough manner in which he handled my body sparked up my uncontrollable lust. His shaft began to swell in my mouth, his groan incessant and strong.

I could feel my walls clenching, waiting for one last touch till it came apart. I squirmed harder, rocking my hips against his tongue until he touched the spot I itched.

Then it came rushing through me, like a dam. My legs quaked at the intensity of the release as my body vibrated without restraint.

His grip on my ass loosened as he released inside my mouth, jerking and twitching with a guttural groan that sounded like music to my soul.

“Where did you learn to do that?” He smirked as I wiped my wetness off his lips, guiding my entrance into his still erect manhood.

“You don’t want to know.” I teased him, and settled on him, enjoying the feeling of his length stretched inside of me.

His eyes widened, his fingers reaching for my breasts which he squeezed like his life depended on it. I could feel my wetness forming a pool as I rode him like a horse.

We were both unsated, our eyes locked as our bodies merged as one. Being with him this way and never letting go was blissful. I didn’t want to experience this with anyone but him.

He completed me, and that realisation shook me.

When I thought that he had abandoned me after his friends showed me our sex video, I didn’t know what to feel. But riding him and watching every control he had crumble with his eyes staring at me with admiration, I knew that I was ready to give us another chance.

His hands never left my nipples as he tugged at it, playing with it like a toy gifted to him for Christmas. Every tug sent sensations straight to my pussy which clenched hard against him.

“No one will ever hurt you again.” He promised, his voice cracked but smeared with anger and possessiveness. “I’d make a mess of anyone who lays his hands on you.”

His eyes darkened as he spoke and I knew that it wasn’t a bluff. I shivered, happy that I had someone who would protect me.

I stared at him tenderly, unsure of what to say. “Thank you…” I mouthed.

He held my waist and flipped me over, his eyes caressing my bare body. “You wanted me to make love to you, huh?” He asked and I nodded, licking my lips. “Then let me.”

He drew my lips into his mouth hungrily, as the pleasure built up within me like a wave. We weren’t just making love to each other, we were sealing the unspoken feelings we had for each other.

I tried to break the kiss to tell him that I loved him, but he didn’t let me as he rammed harder into me, his tip hitting a sweet spot inside of me. My body became taut as sparks flew within me.

“Don’t stop.” I cried, raking through my hair.

His lips reached for my collarbone, sucking and biting at the same time as he plunged in again. This time, harder than the first. My eyes were reeling, the sensations were indescribable but I wanted more. I didn’t want him to stop making me feel this way.

“I won’t baby. I’ve been wanting to see you like this since you came back to me.” He said rashly, his breathing coming in pants. “I know I sound like a pervert, but I can’t get enough of your body. Even while I was away from you for some years, no woman could complete me like you do.”

His confessions put the world around me on standstill. “Dexter?” I moaned but he stopped talking as he kept thrusting until the both of us got to our tipping point.

Tears slid down my face as the last waves from the orgasm eroded. My body was limp and tired, but there were several questions to be asked and I wasn’t sure I’d rest well without getting answers.

“Can we talk?” I asked softly, facing him.

He palmed my cheeks, caressing the bridge of my nose with his thumb. “Not now. You have to sleep.”

Like an order from a captain, my eyelids began to feel heavy. The more he caressed me, the more I felt the drowsiness closing in on me. I wanted to argue, but I couldn’t put my emotions in words so I gave up and let sleep claim me.