Fool for Love (Believe #2) (42 page)

“I love your ass,” Garrett hums behind me, and I sigh when I feel both of his hands moulding them roughly, warming me from head to toe.

“I have many plans for this ass,” he continues. Tingles shoot out in my body, and my pussy throbs.

A finger trails my thong, and I can’t stop myself from pushing my arse back when I feel his whisper-soft caress there.

“Eager to start?” he chuckles.

“Yes, Sir,” I moan when his fingers move all the way around to rub my clit.

He curses in Italian, and I rock my hips against him.

“I’m going to devour you whole,” he growls before he rips my panties in two. I gasp from the stinging pain on my skin, but I don’t care.

All I can think about are his hands. His mouth. His teeth.

“Does your cunt want me?” he asks as he plunges two fingers inside my pussy.

“Yes,” I moan loudly, tossing my head back when he pumps them roughly inside me.

“Yes, what?” he demands as his fingers still.

“Yes,
Sir
.” I revel in his touch when he begins to finger fuck me in earnest.

“Good girl.”

His breaths in my ear, the way his dick presses into my back, rubbing himself all over me, is intoxicating – it’s wild with abandon.

Needy.

Raw.

And beautiful.

His teeth mark my shoulder, and I yelp.

But I don’t tell him to stop.

I don’t ever want him to stop bringing me to such heights.

A third finger finds its way inside me and I hiss sharply at the burn.

“Breathe,” he croons. I inhale deeply. “That’s it. Fuck, your cunt is so tight. I can’t wait to fuck it again – to hear you scream.”

His grunts are wild in my ear as his other hand spanks my ass. Wetness pools in my pussy from the delicious pain, and he curses again.

“Oh, god,” I moan when I begin to feel how close I am to coming.

“Not yet, my love. Wait…”

My love.

I push hard onto the window before me and lean my forehead there, hoping that the cool glass will help me hold back. In the back recesses of my mind, I’m surprised how powerful my wish to obey him is.

There is something so freeing in giving up my control when I’m with him like this.

To let him guide me.

To abandon all rational thought and all my concerns and to become lost in the pleasure only he can elicit in me.

“Who do you belong to?” he growls as I feel something cold and wet on my puckered hole. He rubs the liquid around it in slow, even circles, and then his thumb pushes inside slowly.

“You,” I moan loudly, willing my body to relax at the intrusion.

“Yes,” he grits out as he stretches me fuller than I’ve ever been before. “You’re
mine
, waif…only mine. Nobody else’s.”

I nod and gasp when his thumb leaves me, only to be replaced with the toy.

“Garrett!” I mewl, shaking all over as he pushes it further in, inch by inch. When I feel a vibration hitting me, I give up entirely.

I scream his name as I come, just like he wanted me to. Even with my eyes closed, they are hit by stars and light, and I cease to think about anything.

My body gives way, but he holds me close, and I take in his scent as I, little by little, come down from my high.

“Please don’t fall asleep on me now,” Garrett growls in my ear.

I giggle faintly.

“I won’t, Sir.”

“Good.”

He picks me up and carries me bridal style to our bed. I wiggle a bit when he sits down with me on his lap and turns me to lie facedown.

“Hold still,” he grumbles.

“Sir, the butt plug – it’s still in my ass,” I whisper, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

“I know,” he smirks.

I turn my head to glance at him. The vibrations have stopped, but I get a feeling that more is to come.

I shiver as he puts a hand on my ass, and I can’t keep my eyes off his profile as he looks at it, a soft smile on his lips. His cheeks are flushed, his hair is wild, and his forehead and torso are covered with beads of sweat.

I lick my lips and hum when he rearranges my legs so my lower half is up, my ass in the air, but my front is pushed down on his thighs. I place a hand on his left knee, the other on the mattress in front of me. I can feel his dick on my breasts, and I wish I could move so I could catch it with my mouth.

His arm on my back prevents that from happening.

“One day, I’ll fuck you in the ass,” he murmurs as his head descends. “But that wet cunt needs my dick soon.” His mouth lands on my ass cheek, and a tremble courses through me by the warmth of his kisses. His tongue touches my clit lightly, and I hum from the way he keeps up his incessant teasing, causing me to grow impatient with want for him again.

I watch as he reaches behind him and he continues to worship my body. Soon after, the vibrations in my ass start up again. I bite my lip and close my eyes, giving in to the pleasure once more. His fingers find their way back to my drenched pussy, and I pant when he rubs my clit.

“This won’t take as long as I’d like,” he groans against my skin, and I try to shake my head.

Slap!

I cry out from the first touch of his hand on my ass.

Slap, slap, slap!

“Oooh,” I moan. I don’t recognise the sound of my voice. It’s so deep. Throaty. Needy. I jump when this thumb and index finger pinches my clit hard.

“Hush.”

I try, I really do, but with each slap, each sting on my skin, I grow desperate for his dick.

“Please,” I shout when he’s spanked me ten times.

“Fucking hell, waif,” he grunts. He slowly takes out the butt plug and then lifts me up and places me down to straddle him. I look down to watch his hard dick, and instinctively wet my lips when I notice the pre-cum on the tip.

He cradles my head and growls, “Look at me.”

My eyes spring up, and I sigh from the intensity staring back at me.

“This is more than fucking,” he whispers. “I don’t know what it is – just that it’s
more
.”

I nod.

I’ve known from the first time we were intimate.

“Take off your bra,” he whispers. I reach behind me quickly. My breath hitches when his gaze lands on my bare breasts and he licks his lips.

“Now…kiss me. Kiss me like you only need my kisses to be able to breathe.”

My heart does somersaults in my chest, and I lean down slowly, never breaking eyes with him.

“I need you,” I whisper just before my mouth closes on his. I kiss him with all that I am, trying to tell him that it’s the truth.

He has my heart.

He has my soul.

He has all that I am for all eternity.

I trace my tongue across his lips, and he lets me in on a long groan. As I deepen our kiss, I sigh when I feel his hands cover my breasts. I sit down slowly, rubbing my clit around the head of his cock, and his lips become more frantic. Our tongues dance together, lost in the pleasure, and his hands on my breasts become rougher, but I don’t mind.

I love that I can make him lose control like this.

Finally, I move a hand to his dick, holding it still, and lower my body to bring it inside me. I shudder when he fills me entirely. My thighs tremble from keeping still, and while I want to move, I also want this moment between us to last.

He breaks our kiss and looks down where we’re joined before he puts a hand on my hip. He takes in my tattoo of the dragonfly on my hip bone, moving his thumb back and forth in soft strokes, and his breath catches in his throat.

“Please move,” I groan when his lips close on my left nipple. I wrap my arms around his neck and move my legs to his back, locking them in place.

I want to get as close to him as I can. To get under his skin.

“I love your breasts,” he murmurs around my nipple before he laves it with his tongue and bites it. “I love that they’re small and fit the palms of my hands perfectly.”

“Then you’re the first who does.” I gasp as his hips push up, his dick hitting my sweet spot.

“I’ll also be your last,” he whispers.

Before I am able to form a reply, he embraces me fully, his face turned to the side against my heart, and he makes slow, gentle love to me.

I never thought that he could be like this, but as he rocks inside me, our bodies curled around each other, not leaving room for any space between us, that’s the only thing I can feel.

This is what making love feels like.

As our breaths become harder, our moans louder, he raises his head. His eyes are so dark they’re almost black, and his lips are swollen and wet.

“Mouth,” he growls. I lean down to give him what he desires.

I move faster and faster as our mouths go wild, drinking from each other, and his hands move down to grip my arse. The tingles in my spine intensify as he sets a relentless pace, slamming his dick up inside me. I wrench my mouth free from his and close my eyes when I feel the orgasm tear through me. His lips find my neck, and as he comes on a low moan, he bites down.

Marking me.

Possessing me.

Owning me.

Body and soul.

I
FALL BACK ON
the bed, holding on tight to Suzy, and we rest for a while.

Fuck me, this girl makes me forget everything.

When I’m with her, there is no past.

I run a hand down her spine and am filled with warmth when she snuggles closer on a soft sigh. My dick twitches inside her, and then I remember…

No condom.

I groan and rub my eyes. How the fuck can I be so irresponsible?

“What’s wrong?” she murmurs. I tighten my grip on her hip.

“We forgot the condom.”

Her body tenses slightly underneath me.

“I’m so sorry, waif. I don’t know how I could forget.”

She places a hand over my heart and leans away from me. I’ve no idea how she’ll react, but finding her smiling gently at me isn’t one of them.

“I take it you’ve not gone bare for a while?” she teases me.

I narrow my eyes. “No. I haven’t.”

“And you’ve always used a condom in the past?”

I nod.

She leans back and shifts, turning her head to look out in the living room, and I wonder what she’s doing when her lips move without making a sound. I wait impatiently until her eyes return to mine.