Page 50 of The Pursuit of Happiness
He removes his mouth from my nipple and instantly my flesh feels cold where his mouth once was. He removes his hand from my throat and uses both to raise my sweatshirt all the way up so that it traps my arms inside. I give him a confused look, “You said you wanted this to be real?” He asks as his face lowers until it’s close to mine. “This is as real as it gets, baby,” he whispers against my lips before giving me a chaste kiss.
It can be as real as he wants as long as he keeps talking to me like that. He uses both hands to grab the waistband of my sweatpants and tug them down so that I’m completely exposed to him, save for my soaked blue thong.
He uses both hands to push my thighs apart wider so that he can get a better look at my soaked panties. I want to move my arms, to touch him, but I don’t. The truth is that the sensation of giving myself to him fully is more arousing than anything I’ve ever experienced and I want more. I didn’t know Sly had this dominant side to him, this aggressive and hungry side, but I’m not complaining.
Sly meets my eyes with his briefly and the dark, primal look in them has me wanting to clench my thighs together for somefriction. He uses one finger to trace my pussy lips through my thong, focusing most on the wetness soaking the thin piece of fabric. “You’re so fucking wet, Kane. I can’t wait to sink my cock into you.”
I clench my jaw in anticipation. I want his cock in me. Bad. Real bad. He uses two fingers to push my panties to the side, exposing my smooth folds. A low growl escapes his throat as he spreads the slickness of my juices all over my pussy, making a mess of me. He slows his movements after a moment and lowers his fingers until they rest against my entrance. He presses one finger inside of me slowly and I groan as my walls grip his finger.
He slowly removes it and puts it back in, creating a rhythm the same way he did at the club. I moan and he asks, “Do you want another?”
Fuck, yes. “Please,” I whimper.
He adds another finger and I groan as his long fingers curl inside of me. He lowers his face as he continues his movements with his fingers, his mouth only an inch away from my pussy. “I’ve been dying to taste this pussy for years, Kane.” I want to moan just from the words coming out of his mouth, but I try my best to silence myself, more focused on the anticipation of his mouth on me.
When his mouth closes around my pussy, my thighs squeeze the sides of his head as he relentlessly fucks me with his fingers. He times his strokes with the movements of his tongue on my clit and the sensation is so otherworldly. I’ve never felt this good, not from a vibrator and certainly not from a man. God, he even eats pussy perfectly. Is there anything Slater Nicks can’t do?
He flicks my clit with his tongue as his fingers curl inside of me, hitting that very specific spot. I feel heat spreading from inside of me like fireworks are going off in my lower abdomen.The heat only grows more intense with each flick of his tongue or stroke of his fingers. In a matter of moments I know I’m about to come. He must sense my orgasm is coming because he picks up his pace, becoming more aggressive.
The warmth becomes too much and I cry out as my orgasm tears through me, “Fuck!” I cry out.
He withdraws his fingers and removes his mouth from my pussy as the aftershocks of my orgasm start to fade and sits on his heels, taking in the sight of me, flushed and breathless. I watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean, “Your pussy tastes even better than I thought it would, which was already delicious.”
I try to catch my breath, “Fuck, Sly,”
He grins, “Yeah, baby. Keep saying my name. The more you say it the more it’ll stick that all of your orgasms belong to me.”
I lay spread out for him and he slowly begins to rise from the bed. I watch as he removes his sweatpants and they fall to his ankles, revealing an array of patchwork tattoos on his thighs and legs that I didn’t know he had. I love the way patchwork tattoos look on any person, but on Sly? The thought has me ready to come again just from looking at him.
He removes his boxers next and they fall to the floor along with his sweats. His cock bobs up, his tip already glistening with precum. I feel my mouth watering at the sight of him. His length is impressive, thick in just the right way and long in a way that has me sure I may need to be placed on bedrest for a few days after he fucks me.
He walks back over to the bed, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock as he starts pumping himself. I open my legs wider for him with a wicked little smirk on my lips and watch as he settles himself between my legs, his tip pressing against my entrance. He slides his tip through my folds and pauses as he meets my eyes, “I’m clean, but if you want me to put a condomon I-”
“No. I want to feel you without a condom.” He must like my answer because he grins, lining his tip up with my entrance with slight pressure. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean.” I add, but he doesn’t seem to care as he presses the tip inside of me. I groan as his cock stretches me to accommodate his size.
He slowly pushes until he’s all the way inside and my eyes practically roll to the back of my head. I want to wrap my arms around him but my arms are still tangled into my sweatshirt like makeshift restraints. He lowers his face as he rests inside of me, all the way to the hilt, and kisses me. I kiss him back and he removes my sweatshirt from my arms and I immediately wrap them around his neck, my fingers trailing through his hair.
“You feel fucking amazing,” he praises as he slowly withdraws his cock from inside me before pushing back in.
I bring his lips back to mine and kiss him. His hand wraps around my throat in the way that I’m growing to become addicted to and I moan as he starts to pick up his pace, fucking me harder, his skin slapping against mine.
He gently squeezes the base of my throat as he asserts, his voice breathy, “After this, I don’t want to hear that this was a mistake and that we should just be friends.”
I shake my head, “You won’t. I’m tired of lying to us both.”
Sly grins as he bites his lip and continues pounding into me, “Good because after this, you’re mine, Kane. There’s no going back now. Your orgasms are mine, your pussy is mine, and that beautiful brain of yours is mine.”
I close my eyes as the sensations reach up to pull me under the surface of pleasure and into the abyss, “I’m okay with that, but only if you belong to me too.”
He laughs, “I’ve always belonged to you, Kane. You just didn’t realize or notice.” There’s an edge of pain to his voice and I harp on it for a minute, wondering if he’s referring to my constantrejection, but it seems like something deeper than that. I don’t get to focus on it for too long because his pace becomes more rapid.
His free hand lowers to my clit, his thumb and index finger pinching the bundle of nerves and making me moan in pleasure. God, I am so glad my neighbors are acres and acres away right now because I’m being so loud a noise complaint would be filed had this been a normal neighborhood.
He continues his pace and with each stroke, he gets more and more aggressive. I love every thrust, every groan, and every single second of this. In a matter of moments I feel another orgasm coming and once it tears through me, I scream in pleasure, my legs shaking as my walls tighten around him.
“Holy shit, Kane. You’re pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock,” he groans, an animalistic expression on his face.
His filthy words are enough to have another orgasm coming and he only furthers it by rolling me onto my side and propping my leg up higher on the bed so he can fuck me from a new angle. I fist the sheets so tightly that my knuckles are turning white and my eyes are squeezing shut. “Don’t close your eyes. I want your eyes on me while I fuck you,” he commands and I obey, meeting his gaze over my shoulder.
