Breached
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She tilted her head in a tentative move, and I waited, unmoving, as she moved to press her lips to mine. It was a rarity for her to make the first move, but when she did, it just made me want her more.
I didn’t move at first, didn’t breathe, just to test myself, but there was no resisting her. I’d long given up on that. She parted her lips, and I slipped my tongue in, then bit down on her lower lip. It was so much softer and intimate and had my cock hardening as lust took over.
“Fuck, you taste so good. Could fucking eat you for dinner,” I said as I rocked my hips, making sure she felt what she did to me.
“Please.”
A shudder rolled through me at the simple word. I fucking loved it when she said it, when she begged for me.
“Please what?” I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer.
Her hands fisted in the fabric of my shirt. “Please, Nathan, I need you to fuck me. I need you inside me. I’ve waited all day.”
It took me only seconds to pick her up and put her on the counter, my dick pressing against her hot core.
“You like that? Little wanton slut begging for my cock. Is that what you want? Me to shove my cock in you? Make you scream?”
“Yes, fuck yes!”
She pulled my lips down to hers. The touch, the taste, of her fueled the need to get inside her. Lila managed to get my cock free, her small hands stroking me.
“Fuck.” I groaned. “God, you are so fucking insatiable.”
That was part of the problem. Her need for a connection skyrocketed her sex drive to a level that matched my own.
“Good thing you can keep up,” she said as I pressed forward.
A gasp left her as inch by inch disappeared inside her.
“So wet for me,” I groaned as I pulled out, exposing the glistening sheen on my cock. I slid back in and held it there while I took her nipple between my teeth.
She bucked against me, trying to get me to move, but I wasn’t having it. I fisted her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her body to arch, her neck exposed.
There was excitement in her eyes, and I glared at her.
“I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready. Until then you will sit there with my cock shoved up your cunt and be happy it’s there.”
She let out a moan, which became hitches in her breath when I slipped my hand between us and found her clit. I teased it and her nipple, but before long, the desire for friction won over and my hips began to move in short strokes.
I kept teasing her and pulled on one of her nipples with my teeth. She was tight around me, but I didn’t realize how close she was until her body tensed, then released, a small, high-pitched whine leaving her as she shook.
“That’s it, baby, come all over my cock.”
The feel of her squeezing me only heightened my need to come. I let go of her hair and moved to grip her hips, giving me the leverage I needed to pound into her.
Lila was still sensitive, her cries and screams fucking music when each thrust bottomed out. She was left as nothing more than a vessel to receive the pleasure I gave her.
“Fuck!” I hissed as I slammed into her. “God fucking damn tight pussy.”
Each thrust in drove me close as she squeezed me harder, building up to another milking orgasm. She shattered, falling apart around me for a second time, and I lost it.
“Shit, shit, shit!” I cursed as I slammed my hips all the way against her, my cock firing off in the mind-wiping pleasure I craved.
The tension fell away, our harsh breaths in time as we slowly came down from the ultimate high. “Lila…fuck, Lila.”
She shook her head against mine. “No. No fuck Lila. Lila done for tonight. Try back in the morning,”
I chuckled against her neck and kissed the skin there.
“I suppose I could wait a few more hours, maybe fuck you while you’re asleep in the middle of the night. Wouldn’t that be a nice way to wake up? My cock buried inside of you?”
A moan slipped through her lips. “Oh God!”
“I’ll take that as a hell yes, Miss Palmer.”
“I am all for wake up calls like that, Mr. Thorne.”
I let my imagination begin to drift, when reality interjected. The pot we had on the stove was emitting a steam cloud. Stepping back, leaving her warmth, was always hard.
Though not as difficult as I watched my come drip from her pussy onto the floor.
I helped her down before stepping to the sink for a towel. It was a good thing I had only gone a few feet because Lila’s legs gave out, and she stumbled.
My new mission was to make certain she had difficulty walking every time. I chuckled and placed a kiss on her neck.
“Hmm, maybe we should have something delivered instead of putting you near a pot of boiling water right now.”
“You may be on to something,” she agreed as her legs gave out and we sank to the ground, laughing.
After she had some time to recover, I ran up to my place and grabbed my stockpile of delivery menus. An hour later, we were stuffed with fried rice and cashew chicken.
We watched some television, then moved to her bed. I had her in my arms, her head on my chest as I began drifting off to sleep.
“Hey, Nathan?”
“Hmm?” I was almost asleep, no strength to actually form words.
“I’m yours, just so you know,” she mumbled.
My eyes shot open, and I looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, her soft breath against my chest.
The beast purred at what she said, but it was panic that overtook me. I had let her get too deep.
CHAPTER 17
Lila’s words didn’t sit well. She had developed feelings for me that seemed to grow deeper every day. I didn’t want to think about it, and I wished she’d never said anything.
It left me agitated, the anxiety piling upon me a little more every day.
Her words spurred on the nightmares that terrorized me. They’d morphed. No longer just of my wife, but many starring her.
I didn’t want to put her into harm’s way. That was the whole reason I tried to keep my distance. The problem was that she was just another drug to me, and like all the others, I’d become dependent on her without even knowing it.
I was burning through some of my medication faster than normal just to keep my heart from beating out of my fucking chest. The stress, the weight of her declaration, was too much for me to handle. I’d been running and avoiding for years, and suddenly there was a declaration hanging in front of me that could make everything come crumbling down.
I didn’t move at first, didn’t breathe, just to test myself, but there was no resisting her. I’d long given up on that. She parted her lips, and I slipped my tongue in, then bit down on her lower lip. It was so much softer and intimate and had my cock hardening as lust took over.
“Fuck, you taste so good. Could fucking eat you for dinner,” I said as I rocked my hips, making sure she felt what she did to me.
“Please.”
A shudder rolled through me at the simple word. I fucking loved it when she said it, when she begged for me.
“Please what?” I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer.
Her hands fisted in the fabric of my shirt. “Please, Nathan, I need you to fuck me. I need you inside me. I’ve waited all day.”
It took me only seconds to pick her up and put her on the counter, my dick pressing against her hot core.
“You like that? Little wanton slut begging for my cock. Is that what you want? Me to shove my cock in you? Make you scream?”
“Yes, fuck yes!”
She pulled my lips down to hers. The touch, the taste, of her fueled the need to get inside her. Lila managed to get my cock free, her small hands stroking me.
“Fuck.” I groaned. “God, you are so fucking insatiable.”
That was part of the problem. Her need for a connection skyrocketed her sex drive to a level that matched my own.
“Good thing you can keep up,” she said as I pressed forward.
A gasp left her as inch by inch disappeared inside her.
“So wet for me,” I groaned as I pulled out, exposing the glistening sheen on my cock. I slid back in and held it there while I took her nipple between my teeth.
She bucked against me, trying to get me to move, but I wasn’t having it. I fisted her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her body to arch, her neck exposed.
There was excitement in her eyes, and I glared at her.
“I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready. Until then you will sit there with my cock shoved up your cunt and be happy it’s there.”
She let out a moan, which became hitches in her breath when I slipped my hand between us and found her clit. I teased it and her nipple, but before long, the desire for friction won over and my hips began to move in short strokes.
I kept teasing her and pulled on one of her nipples with my teeth. She was tight around me, but I didn’t realize how close she was until her body tensed, then released, a small, high-pitched whine leaving her as she shook.
“That’s it, baby, come all over my cock.”
The feel of her squeezing me only heightened my need to come. I let go of her hair and moved to grip her hips, giving me the leverage I needed to pound into her.
Lila was still sensitive, her cries and screams fucking music when each thrust bottomed out. She was left as nothing more than a vessel to receive the pleasure I gave her.
“Fuck!” I hissed as I slammed into her. “God fucking damn tight pussy.”
Each thrust in drove me close as she squeezed me harder, building up to another milking orgasm. She shattered, falling apart around me for a second time, and I lost it.
“Shit, shit, shit!” I cursed as I slammed my hips all the way against her, my cock firing off in the mind-wiping pleasure I craved.
The tension fell away, our harsh breaths in time as we slowly came down from the ultimate high. “Lila…fuck, Lila.”
She shook her head against mine. “No. No fuck Lila. Lila done for tonight. Try back in the morning,”
I chuckled against her neck and kissed the skin there.
“I suppose I could wait a few more hours, maybe fuck you while you’re asleep in the middle of the night. Wouldn’t that be a nice way to wake up? My cock buried inside of you?”
A moan slipped through her lips. “Oh God!”
“I’ll take that as a hell yes, Miss Palmer.”
“I am all for wake up calls like that, Mr. Thorne.”
I let my imagination begin to drift, when reality interjected. The pot we had on the stove was emitting a steam cloud. Stepping back, leaving her warmth, was always hard.
Though not as difficult as I watched my come drip from her pussy onto the floor.
I helped her down before stepping to the sink for a towel. It was a good thing I had only gone a few feet because Lila’s legs gave out, and she stumbled.
My new mission was to make certain she had difficulty walking every time. I chuckled and placed a kiss on her neck.
“Hmm, maybe we should have something delivered instead of putting you near a pot of boiling water right now.”
“You may be on to something,” she agreed as her legs gave out and we sank to the ground, laughing.
After she had some time to recover, I ran up to my place and grabbed my stockpile of delivery menus. An hour later, we were stuffed with fried rice and cashew chicken.
We watched some television, then moved to her bed. I had her in my arms, her head on my chest as I began drifting off to sleep.
“Hey, Nathan?”
“Hmm?” I was almost asleep, no strength to actually form words.
“I’m yours, just so you know,” she mumbled.
My eyes shot open, and I looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, her soft breath against my chest.
The beast purred at what she said, but it was panic that overtook me. I had let her get too deep.
CHAPTER 17
Lila’s words didn’t sit well. She had developed feelings for me that seemed to grow deeper every day. I didn’t want to think about it, and I wished she’d never said anything.
It left me agitated, the anxiety piling upon me a little more every day.
Her words spurred on the nightmares that terrorized me. They’d morphed. No longer just of my wife, but many starring her.
I didn’t want to put her into harm’s way. That was the whole reason I tried to keep my distance. The problem was that she was just another drug to me, and like all the others, I’d become dependent on her without even knowing it.
I was burning through some of my medication faster than normal just to keep my heart from beating out of my fucking chest. The stress, the weight of her declaration, was too much for me to handle. I’d been running and avoiding for years, and suddenly there was a declaration hanging in front of me that could make everything come crumbling down.
