'I Do' For Revenge
Chapter 206: Round Three
CHAPTER 206: ROUND THREE
Tye’s thumb was still on my lip, smearing the warmth of him across my mouth. I licked i t clean, tasting salt and him. His eyes grew dark, and his pupils dilated again. He drew me up by my wrists and pressed his mouth against mine.
The kiss was slow this time, his tongue s liding against mine in long, lazy strokes that made my toes c url all over again.
Every time I tried to speed it up, he pulled back just enough to bite my bottom lip, like a gentle warning, then soothed the sting with another deep ki ss until I was melting.
His ha nd c upped my jaw, thu mb stroking my cheek where he’d marked me earlier. The other slid down my throat, over my collarbone, tracing the sticky trails acros s my breasts.
W hen his fingers circled one nipple that was still tender and swollen, I gasped into his mouth. He rolled it slowly, tugging just enou gh to make sparks shoot straight between my legs.
"Se nsitive," I whispered.
"I know," he murmured with satisfaction. "I like you se nsitive."
He shifted lower, his mouth following his hand. He licked a stripe u p my sternum, gathering his own release on his t ongue, then kissed me again s o I tasted us both. It was both perfect and obscene.
My hips rolled with out permission, searching for friction, finding only the hard, sweat -slick plane of his stomach.
He laughed softly against my lips. "Greedy girl."
Then he was moving again, kissing down my body like he had a ll night and intended to use every second.
He paused at my breast, dr awi ng the nipple into his mouth with a slow, wet pull that made my back arch clear off the mat tress.
His tongue flicked, circled, flicked again, while his h and kneaded the other breast, his thumb flicking the pointed peak in perfect rhythm. I felt every lash o f his tongue echo deep inside me, a slow, roll ing ache that had me clench ing around nothing.
I thre aded m y finge rs through his hair, trying to guide him lower, but he resisted.
Instea d, he switch ed sides, giving the neglected nipple the same torturous attention until I was shakin g, sliding my thighs restlessly against each other as I got wet al l ove r again.
He rolled us so I was on my back beneath him. His tongue stroked mine, while one han d slipped between my thighs. Two fingers sli d through my folds, still swollen and wet from earlier, and he made a low, wrecked sound when he felt how wet I was.
"Damn, princess," he rasped again st my lips. "You’r e drenched again."
I cou ldn’t ans wer. I just arched into his hand as he circled my clit once, twice, then pushed those two fi ngers inside me without warnin g. The stretch was perfect, and I clenched a round him instantly.
I reached between us, wrapped my hand arou nd his alread y hard c ock and stroked slowly. He hissed, jerking his hips into my fist.
"Helena," he warned. "I’m trying to go sl ow here."
"Don’t," I breathed. "I’m ready. I want you insid e me."
He shuddered, forehead dropping to mine. "Condom," he managed to say a nd I nodded.
He reached for it in the d rawer and ripped the foil open with his teeth. I watched greedily as he rolled it down his len gth, stretc hing the latex over his thick length. When he came back to me, he hooked one of my knees over his elbow, opening me wide, and lined himself up.
The head of his cock nudged my entrance, but he didn’t push in yet. He just rubbed himself th rough my folds, coating himself in me, te asing my clit with every slow d rag until I w as trying to pull him closer.
" Tye, pleas e..."
He sank in one inch , ma ybe two, and stopped. The stretch felt so good that my bre ath caught. He waited, lettin g me adjust, then slid in another inch. Another. Until he was buried to the hilt and we both groaned at how perfectly he filled me.
He s tayed still for a heartbeat, his forehead pressed to mine, breathing hard.
"You feel," he gritted out, "so fucking good."
Then he began to move.
He sta rted slow a t first, giving long, deep strokes that dragged over e very sensitive s pot ins ide me .
I could feel every ridge, every pulse of him. My fingernails dug into his back as my hands fumbled, urging him to move faster. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin as he gave it to me, just as I wanted it.
He shifted the angle just a bit, and suddenly he was hitting that spot with every t hrust. My bac k bow ed off the b ed and a broke n cry tore from my throat.
"There?" he growled, doing it again, harder.
"Yes, yes, right there..."
He fucked me like that, relentlessly, one hand braced beside my head, the other sliding between us to rub my clit in tight, perfect circles. The pressure built up faster , hotter and deeper than before.
I was close, so close, that my thighs were shaking around his hips.
"Tye, I’m..."
"I know, baby," he rasped. "I feel you . Let me have it. Come all over my cock."
One more thrust, one more flick of his thumb, and I shattered again, h arder t his time, clenching around him in long, milking pulses that tore a loud m oan from his chest.
He kept moving through my or gasm, drawing it out until I was just twitching and sobbing his name.
Tye slowed his thrusts and h is co ck slid almost all the way out.
I whimpered at the emp ty feeling, but he didn’t leave me waiting long. He kissed me deep, then rolled us over fast. Now I was on top while he lay flat on his back with his hands on my hips.
"Ride me," he instruct ed. "Take what you need, princess."
I sat up straight. My thighs shook as I straddled him. His cock stood hard and thick ag ainst his stomach, covered in my wetness. I gripped the base with one hand and lined him up at my entrance slowly, teasing us both.
The tip nudged inside as I sank down an inch. I gasped, pausing to breathe, to feel eve ry bit of that fullness.
"Hele na," he groaned, squeezing my ass. "You’re killing me."
I smiled and took more of him. Halfway down now, I rocked my hips a little from side to side, letting him fill every corner inside m e. Wet sounds filled the room as I lifted up, then dropped back down, inch by inch until he was all the way in .
We bot h moaned loudly. I felt stuffed, stretched wide. His coc k pulsed inside of me, right a gainst that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.
I placed my hands on his chest and started to m ove slowly. My nails scraped ov er his skin, down to his n ipples. I pinched one hard, and his whole body went tight.
"Fuck," he hissed.
I l iked th at. The way he lost control. I pinched the other nipple, rol led it between my fingers, then leaned down and took it in my mouth, enjoying the reaction my action was drawing from him.
I sat back up and started bouncing faster on him. My breasts jiggled with every drop an d soon, his hand came up and cupped one breast, rubbing over the nip ple. The other hand stayed on my hip, guiding m e.
The slap of my ass against his thighs got louder. We were both sweating at this point. I could feel him everywhere. His d eep, powerful thrusts were so good, and each move ment hit the perfect spot. As I rode him, my clit rubbed a gainst the base of his shaft, sending bursts of electric sensation up my spine.
"You’re so tight," he raspe d. "So wet."
His words made me clench harder, making him curs e and throw his head back.
He sat up sudden, wrapping his arms around me and p ulling me close till our chects were pressed together. His mouth trailed down my neck, sucking hard enough t hat I was sure there would be a v i sible mark by tomorrow. He continued, moving to my collarbone, t hen my shoulder.
I kept moving, rolled my hips in circles now as I f elt the pre ssure build again in my belly.
"Tye," I gasped. "I’m close again."
"Come on my c ock," he growled in my ear. "Milk me dry, princess."
He thrust up to meet my movement, drilling himself deeo inside my aching hole. My body tensed, then shook, but I couldn’t slow down... didn’t want to.
It hit me like a wave, and I screamed, clenching around his cock tightly. My b ody sp asmed and a dizzying heat washed over me, blurring my vision. My finger s dug i nto his shoulders a s I shook uncont rollably, completely lost in the moment.
Tye held me through it, kept thrusti ng slowly, drawing my orgasm for as long as possible.
When I came down from my high, he flipped us ag ain. My le gs wrapped around his waist and he hooked my knees over his elbows, spreading me wide.
"Need to com e," he grunted.
"In side," I begged. "Fill me up."
He slammed in deep... o nce, twice, and then his rhythm broke. He buried himself to the hilt and groaned loudly as his cock pulsed inside me. I felt every spurt, even through the cond om as he let go. Then he collapsed on m e.
We stayed like that, breathing hard, tangled and sweaty. His weight felt good, and I allowed myself to bask in the gl ow.
After a minute, he lifted his head, kissed me soft and smiled. "Round three?" h e whispered.
I laughed, pulling him closer . "Only if you carry me to the shower firs t."