From Bully To Beloved

“Please.”

The second I bury my face between her thighs, she inhales sharply and moans my name in a soft murmur.

Her pussy is as soft as velvet. I’ve barely touched her, and she’s perfectly wet.

To finally be able to taste her gets me going like never before. Everything about Sera overwhelms me, always has. This is a whole new level entirely. She tastes sweet, like strawberries and cream, the perfect after-dinner dessert. I’ve died and gone to heaven, if heaven is my kitchen with my tongue on Sera’s clit, and her delicious moans irresistible to my ears, her little jerks inciting me.

“Oh…oh, my God,” she moans, “this feels amazing…”

Oh, I know, sweet thing.

“Cal…nobody has ever…ohh.”

I stop for a second, pulling my head back, not sure if I heard her correctly. “What? No man has ever eaten your pussy?”

“No…” She shakes her head.

I love that I’m the first, but Jesus, was that loser ex of hers good for anything?

“Relax. Lose yourself, don’t think,” I rumble, lowering myself between her legs again, continuing my assault on her wet little bud. The way her body continues to jerk and wiggle conjures up all sorts of naughty images. I can’t wait to feel her underneath me while I make her mine, rough and hard.

“I’m going to ruin you for all others,” I promise her. I feel the tension building, her arousal dripping down her thighs, her moaning, her whimpering as I continue. She loves my touch, wantsmy touch, and I’m giving her just that. Within seconds, her body begins to tremble, and I can taste she’s on the brink, the urgency of her movements and moans increasing.

“I’m so close…”

The second she says that, I stop. “Not yet, babe. I will let you come, just hold on a little longer.”

“No, no…” Sera gasps in protest, her hips rocking desperately against my mouth. She wants to come, she’s desperate to feel the sweet, sweet release that I’ll give her. Eventually. But first, I’ll edge her to the brink of madness.

“Please don’t stop, please…” She’s breathless and needy-right where I want her.

“Imake the rules. You’ll only come whenIallow it.”

She grips the edge of the counter when my mouth returns to her drenched folds. I tease her clit until her breathing increases, and this time, her orgasm builds back up within seconds, her moans loud and uncontrolled-and just when she’s about to tumble over the edge, I halt again, smirking against her thighs.

“No…no. Cal, please don’t do this to me…” The more she gasps and moans and protests, the more I’m loving the teasing, the more my hard dick presses against my pants. “I need to come…please…”

Her ass moves, her hips roll.

“I know,” I rumble. “You’re lucky if I let you come, you little tease. I love it when you beg. Try not to flood the place thinking about how my cock will be inside you later.”

“Cal.” She can barely think, barely protest (that’s new), she’s so close to coming.

I start licking her again, until she spreads her thighs wider, until she’s the closest she can be to the edge. “It feels so good…”

Watching her, I’m hard as fuck. I need my cock deep inside her. And soon. She pulls and pushes at my hair, and I’ve never wanted to see a woman come like this.

I know this time I’ll let her climax.

My tongue continues teasing her, my lips tugging her clit, my teeth nibbling.

“Oh…yes…yes…don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

I don’t.

“Come for me, baby. I want to hear my name when you come,” I demand, aware that I’ve tortured her enough, and suck her clit into my mouth. Her thighs tighten, and her body locks up as she convulses against my face.

“Oh, my God…Cal.”

Feeling her come unraveled makes me groan, and when she slumps back with a loud moan, involuntarily, I release her, satisfied, watching as her orgasm takes complete control of her. It’s a beautiful sight, her mouth slightly open, her body shivering intensely.

“I love it when you come for me,” I growl and kiss her clit. “That’s a fucking good girl.”

Not giving her time to breathe, I yank my belt free. Next, I unbutton my pants and lower my zipper. Fuck, that’s going to feel so good. It’s not until I grab her waist and pull her forward that she finally says something, placing her hand on my chest.

“Wait. Cal. It was incredible, but,” she gasps, still breathless, “just, wait a second.”

“I’m not waiting, baby.” I press my mouth against hers, and she melts beneath me.

A second later, she breaks free. “We shouldn’t sleep with each other.”

“Sera. I don’t want to sleep with you, I want to fuck you. Hard. Thoroughly. All night.”

“Oh, my God.”

My mind is focused on one thing, and one thing alone: claiming Sera. To get her naked. To see her tits (finally). To feel her around my aching cock. To make her mine. To feel her walls milking every fucking last drop from me. I lean back, my hand around the back of her head and my lips brushing her skin.

But she halfheartedly pulls back to stop me again. “We shouldn’t do that either.”

Fuck.”What?” I frown, my dick weeping. “Why the hell not?”

“Sex complicates things.”

“Things are already complicated.” What she says makes no sense. “Sorry, sweet thing, you need a better reason.”

I go back to kissing her neck, my hands on her tits, loving the way she moans when I do.

She drapes her arms around me, her nails digging into my back, holding onto me with all her might. It urges me on. With a grunt, I rub myself between her thighs. They open up to me, welcoming me. The heat and slickness are fucking overpowering. Her hands fall to my hips, stopping me from pushing forward, from rocking rhythmically against her.

“Reason-s,” she mutters, breathless. “So many reasonswhy we shouldn’t.”

“Such as?” I manage to ask.

“We fight all the time,” she breathes out.

“We’re passionate. Sex is exactly what we need to blow off steam.”

“We…barely know each other,” she tries, her voice hoarse.

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“I don’t even like you. Ihateyou.”

Okay, this one’s bullshit for sure. “You don’t hate me. We both know you left the bra lying around on purpose.”

She hesitates. “I didno-”

I don’t let her answer. She squeaks when I press my mouth to hers, my fingers rubbing her drenched little clit, loving that she’s ready for more. When I tug on her hair, tilting her head back, she presses into me. I can feel her pussy clench each time I tug. The more I kiss her neck and my hands roam her body, the more her resolve slips, the wetter she gets. Each protest comes out weaker and weaker. I’m giving her plenty of opportunities to stop me if she wants, but she’s not taking it. Her hands are touching me, clinging to my arms, all over me.

Just when I reach the clasp of her bra, however, she lets out a shaking breath and sighs.

This time when she pushes me away, there is reluctance in her gaze. “I’m on birth control, but I forgot to take it today. And yesterday. I think.”

That does make me pause. “I don’t have condoms.”Goddammit. I’m always packing, but with the move and everything else, buying condoms hasn’t exactly been on the top of my list.

Disappointment is written all over Sera’s face when she pushes me back to put more distance between us, trying to catch her breath. “All right, well, that settles it.”

“That doesn’t settle anything,” I rasp, not giving up. “We can still make out.”