Scream For me

DAPHNE

His cock stands upright, nearly past his belly button. I didn’t realize just how big he was when I was on my knees in front of him.

“Is it going to hurt?” I don’t think I mean to ask the question out loud, but I do.

“Probably.” He grabs my ankles, planting one knee on the bed before leaning forward and dragging his tongue slowly up my slit to my belly, then my breasts. He swirls his tongue around each nipple, biting them. “But that’s not going to stop me, baby. I’ll make you feel so good you won’t remember the pain.” His tongue flicks my earlobe as he teases my entrance with his tip.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Kiss me.” I barely finish the two words before his lips are on mine. The way this man kisses me, it’s like he’s fucking my mouth with his tongue. Shivers run through my body, and tingles pulse between my thighs as he inches himself inside me further. I wince as he goes in deeper.

“I know it’s a lot. Just tell me how you liked to be fucked, baby.” He pushes himself up on one hand, the other resting against the base of my throat as he looks at me. “Tell me what makes you come.” His hips begin to thrust back and forth slowly.

“I-I don’t know.” I grip the pillow my head is resting on as my body surrenders to him. “Take me how you want.” I don’t know who this woman is inside of me right now. Telling this man to take me, moaning, gasping.

I’ve never once heard myself make these kinds of sounds before.

He grabs the headboard with one hand, the other still on my throat as he begins to slide almost out, then slowly back into the hilt. “I want you slow and deep. I want to see you come apart.” He grits his teeth, looking down at me as his muscles ripple with every stroke.

I reach my hands out, resting them against his chest as he drives into me over and over. His movements are methodical-nothing like the fast-paced jackhammer movements I’ve experienced in the past. I feel a sensation growing as I grow warmer and a sheen of sweat breaks across my body.

“Oh fuck, your pussy grips me so good, baby. I’m not gonna last.”

The way this man is calling me baby while staring down at me has my stomach doing somersaults.

“I-I” My brain feels like it can’t compute. I lift my hands and grab for anything, landing on the headboard. I plant my palms against it, pushing myself down onto his cock every time he thrusts into me. “I think I’m coming!” My words are garbled. My vision blurs as my back arches, my body completely overtaken by my orgasm.

He’s right behind me, his head falling forward as he grips my throat, pulling me down one last time as he half shouts my name, half says something inaudible. His chest is heaving, marked by my fingernails where I must have dug into him earlier without realizing it. His eyes squeeze shut for a second. He leans down, kissing my lips softly. “I knew you’d be an amazing fuck.” He smirks.

“Such a gentleman,” I tease. He rolls us over, keeping himself inside me, then sits up so that I’m straddling him, his hands resting on my waist.

“I was being a gentleman.” He drags his tongue over my breasts, kissing my neck as his hand tangles in my hair. “What I wanted to say was you suck cock like a filthy little slut and you fuck like you were born to like your tight little cunt was made for me to use and nobody would have any idea that underneath your prim little cardigans and modest skirts, you have a body that could bring any man to his knees, a body that was made to be defiled and owned.”

I feel him twitch inside me as my nails dig into his sides. I’ve never had anyone say filthy things to me before but I like it. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to I should be offended that he didn’t ask if it was okay, but I can’t deny my body’s response to his brashness. I rise a few inches on my knees, then slowly slide back down.

“This,” I say, “the way you talk is what I like.”

“Are you trying to get fucked again?” His hand tightens against my scalp, his hips rising to go deeper inside me. “Look at me, Daphne.”

I open my eyes and look at him. His hands fall back to my waist as we settle into a rhythm. This time neither of us talks. He stares at me, his eyes not looking past me or through me but right at me like he’s truly seeing me. After I come, he flips me to my hands and knees, taking me from behind, but just when I think he’s about to finish, he flips me back to face him. “Look at me, Daphne. Look at me.” His fingers intertwine with mine, and he pins my hands above my head as my legs wrap around his waist. He pistons his hips two more times before stilling, his lips on mine as he comes.

This isn’t at all what I thought it would be. I thought for sure that a hookup with Weston Vaughn would be hot and exciting and while this is, it’s also deeper and passionate. The way he looks at me, holds me, kisses me slowly while he explores my body. This is worship.

“Let’s take a shower so I can clean you up.” He holds out his hand and helps me out of bed and into the large shower of his bedroom. Even the shower is slow and gentle as he takes his time washing my hair and every inch of my body. He peppers me with kisses and rubs my neck beneath the water as he tells me how beautiful I am.

After wrapping me in a fuzzy robe, he picks up his phone, staring at it momentarily before tossing it onto the bed. “Looks like it’s just us tonight.” His towel is slung low on his hips, his abs disappearing into that yummy V shape. “My mother said they’re staying at the resort with Daisy tonight.” “Huh?” I snap my attention back up to his face.

“See something you like, Miss Flowers?” He smirks, reaching out to run his finger beneath my chin. I must be blushing because he steps closer to me. “Hey, don’t be embarrassed. Trust me, I enjoy looking at you too.” How am I still turned on?