Of course, Blake had to be in the same hotel. The universe freaking hated me. When he rang, I just couldn’t keep my temper; that boy got me angrier than a rattler.
To just top everything else off, the news came on saying he was missing, and I went into panic mode. My whole world felt as if it had been turned on its axis, and I couldn’t breathe.
The man who drove me crazy, made me forget my own name, and worshipped my body and soul was missing. I felt like shit for being a jerk to him.
I never got to tell him how I really felt, how I didn’t hate him…that my feelings grew stronger every time I saw him.
When my cell rang and I heard his voice, the weight lifted off me for just a moment—until reality kicked in and I wanted to chop his damn balls off for making me worried sick.
The icing on the cake and the kick in the teeth was when the blonde bitch on TV said he was here. The one and only Blake Johnson, aka Thorn on my side, was in the same freaking hotel arguing with some girl.
He had done it again—broken a promise by being here with some hussy tramp, all because he wanted to get his dick wet.
If he had just come home and not done any of the crap broadcasted in the tabloids, I would have happily been the one to satisfy his needs—and not be in my current situation.
I wasn’t sure how long I had given into more unshed tears, considering that the previous night I was adamant I would no longer cry over Blake.
I couldn’t honestly tell when or how Blake got into my room; I’m sure Caleb was to thank for that when he broke the door down. Damn, I wasn’t entirely sure if I was just dreaming of being wrapped up in the cocoon that was Blake.
Then, when he spoke, it just made me cry harder. His eyes met mine, and all I could see was the man I met months ago. It wasn’t until his lips touched mine that I knew I wasn’t dreaming.
The fire that burned when I felt his touch took over my body; he was gentle, tender, and ever so loving. I was a girl with needs—regardless of the consequences that were sure to follow.
“Blake, I need more,” I whispered breathlessly
“Are you sure?”
I kissed him again, and then I pulled his head closer in an attempt to not break us apart. That was my answer as clear as day—I wanted him and I needed him; right there, right then.
Blake slid his hands down my waist, moving me in the process so I was straddling those thick thighs of his. I could feel how much he wanted me.
I moaned at the memories of the last time. Blake squeezed my ass, and it brought me back to the here and now. Our lips connected in a feverish kiss, each one of us battling for control, neither wanting to back down and admit defeat.
I was holding on for dear life, knowing I would never win.
Blake slid his right hand up my waist, touching my skin beneath the fabric of my vest top. He cupped my breast before sliding the bra away to free my sensitive nipple.It had me moaning in his mouth.
Even though I knew Blake would never submit to me, I couldn’t help but believe I was winning the battle.
I pushed my breast into his chest, and my hands gripped the back of his head, holding him in place whilst my mouth devoured his. I was hungry and thirsty, and Blake Johnson was the only one who would ever be able to quench my thirst.
A slight pain had me releasing my grip. Closing my eyes and throwing my head back, I moaned out the pleasure.
Blake took the opportunity to kiss down my neck, every so often nibbling across my throat. I moved my neck to the right and, finally, he hit the spots that put me in a trance of sorts.
“I’ve missed this, my queen. Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Mmmm.” It’s all I had the energy for.
My body was worked up, and I needed a release. All at once, I found myself being picked up and thrown on the bed.
I couldn’t help the little squeal that escaped or resist ripping away my own clothes as I watched my Rock God start to remove his own. His tall frame towered over me, those ripped, taut muscles making my pussy throb.
One universe. I remember that was what he said to me once, and I was lost in it every time I felt Blake kissing, touching, biting, and exploring every inch of my body with his mouth, his tongue, and his hands.
For the first time in my life, I was forgetting everything else. The bliss sent an earthquake through my loins, causing my body to teeter on the brink of the sublime.
Nothing in my experience had prepared me for the new sensations—the tingle in my neck, arms, and hands; the tightening of my belly when a wave of lightning engulfed it; the escape of moisture; and my sensitive bud swelling, itching to throw me over the edge.
Our passion was urgent, desperate, and critical, but Blake forced me to yield to his slow pace. His unhurried touch brought me again and again to the edge of rapture, then denied me the pleasure of release.
“Blake, please, I can’t take much more,” I called out as once more he kept me teetering on the edge.
Blake’s lips devoured mine; his tongue explored my mouth, neck, and even the sweet spot behind my ears. His teeth found my breasts and nipples, then his tongue tortured them until I moaned in need.
“My God, Blake.”
With a powerful movement and his strong hands, he forced my legs open, cupped my ass in his hands, and lifted my hips to meet his mouth.
With gentle, delicate flicks of his tongue, he brought me close to the edge so many times I lost count in delirium.
“Blake, please, I need you inside me. Make love to me.”
I could do nothing more than squeeze the blankets.
He finally opened my lips with his hands, slowly, gradually, insistently. With his thumbs, he spread the softness, the moistness. Grabbing my wrist, he guided my hand to feel myself. My middle digit slowly stroked against my needy nub.
I couldn’t help myself. Blake started laughing at my greedy caresses. I was wound up and needed the release. Blake moved my fingers, and I moaned, displeased that once again he had stopped me from reaching my climax.
I was startled when I felt the soft head of his erection.
My fingers lingered and explored his heavily veined shaft. I ran the tiny, delicate pads of my fingertips over it. The coldness of the piercings contrasted his hot skin.
I could feel myself blush. I’d never been so intimate with anyone before. Prickles of pleasure moved through my arms when I felt him grow harder in my hand.
I felt powerful and seductive by having such an effect on him. I squeezed his shaft instinctively and felt the muscle throb and flex. It forced me to tighten my grip.
More moisture drenched my palm and I couldn’t help but turn the tables.
I pushed Blake back onto the bed, moved his legs apart, and knelt between them. His eyes were on my naked, heaving breasts.
My nipples were hard, and the areolas rippled in sensation. I swayed my hips as my hands stoked up my body. My eyes firmly locked with his, and I gently pulled my lower lip with my teeth.
Blake pinched my nipples with his stretched fingers and made them longer and more rigid. I moaned from the tingling sensation; Blake tried to move, but I waggled my finger at him.
“No, no, baby.”
I pushed my left hand to the triangle of my pussy, moved my fingers through the baldness, then gently spread my folds to show him the pink slickness, wet and inviting.
Blake attempted to sit up and touch me again. I forced him back.
“Tut, tut, tut.” I wagged my finger wagged once more.
Blake grabbed the sheet and threw it over his waist, sulking.
I reached out for the corner, gliding it slowly down his body. The soft touch of the silk made his cock twinge, and he gritted his teeth to hiss his pleasure. The nerves in his neck, shoulders, and arms were ignited.
When he was completely exposed, his cock sprang into a ready position. The hair on his arms and legs snapped with static.
I crawled up the bed on all fours until my naked body hovered inches above him, then brushed my erect nipples into his chest. Goose bumps scattered across his every pore.
Reaching down, I wrapped a warm hand around his erection, making it pulse when I squeezed. My grip was like iron.
Blake moaned. He watched as I slid down to put my mouth above his member and brushed my tongue several times across the tip before pulling it hard into my mouth.
His whole body tensed and convulsed. I couldn’t help but smile at the feeling of that empowerment. I lowered my mouth down his thick length; the veins tickled against my tongue.
I gripped the base with my right hand and caressed the sensitive flesh by sliding my hot, soft lips over the head of his cock. The strong grip of my warm hand fought for his attention.
Each time my mouth slowly descended, I gripped the base, swirling the head with my tongue. I licked from base to tip, and my hand firmly stroked the shaft.
He swelled beneath my grip, giving me the confidence to keep going. It conveyed me that he was loving everything I was doing to him.
His dick was hard, like a hot steel rod. He lifted his hips to match the movements of my mouth. His hands gripped my hair to keep me in place, and deep throaty sounds left his lips.
My own voice vibrated against the swollen shaft. I knew he couldn’t hold on for much longer. I reached between my legs, found my swollen bud, and rubbed between my drenched folds with my left hand.
Blake held my head in place as he pushed his dick as far down my throat as I could manage. The first spurts of hot saltiness tickled my taste buds as my own climax began to take hold.
My toes curled as I was about to fall over the edge, finally finding my release, all whilst swallowing the gift I was given from Blake.
His grip eased, and I was able to take in a gasping lungful of air. I threw my head as the pleasure finally took hold.
In one movement, I was on my back with my arms raised above my head. My orgasmic pleasure was stopped forcefully, and I couldn’t stop the frustrated tears.
“Why, just why?” I screamed out.
“Only I can give you pleasure,” he barked in a tone that had me squirming. His mouth once more covered every inch of my body. I couldn’t lie still; I needed friction, and I needed to come.
His slow, tantalizing assault on my breasts made my back arch off the mattress, whilst his hand slowly headed south. Fuck yes! He palmed my pussy and squeezed it, adding further need for release.
My nipple was between his teeth, and he pushed his middle finger through my folds, hitting that bundle of nerves. I was in fucking heaven.
He continued to kiss down my stomach and rubbed his thumb against my clit ever so slowly. He placed a kiss on the bald triangle and on each of my inner thighs.
He spread my legs as far as they could go, and his mouth was only a breath away from where I wanted it. He smirked before swiping his tongue over the whole length of my slit. Oh lord almighty.
Pressure built around my clit as he sucked on it with deep, slow strokes of his tongue. As he flicked my nub the pressure built once more.
I gripped his head with my thighs. I was taking no chances this time. I needed to fall, to crash, to be sent to oblivion.
The first wave hit, and there was no stopping it. My vision blurred and my body tingled. I wasn’t even sure when my hips started to match his strokes, but I was more than ready.
He sucked on the bud once more and pushed one…two…fingers into my wet mound, and I was gone. Wave after wave crashed.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he flipped me over. Blake manipulated me onto all fours, his already hard again dick bobbing at my entrance.
“That was fucking amazing,” he said, before pushing himself in so slowly I believed the whole sensation would tear me apart. “Now, I’m going to make you do it again, and this time, I want you coating my dick.”
He eased out, and I moaned from the lost feeling. Not even a second passed before I felt him stretching me once more. This time, his strokes were quicker, harder.
His hands were on my hips, gripping me, forcing me back to meet each thrust of his dick.
“That’s it, baby, let me feel you let go again. I fucking love that you covered my face. I fucking love how responsive you are. You. Are. Mine. London.”
Yes, God. Yes, I am.
“Please, Blake, harder,” I moaned. I was so close.
And he did—he took me so hard I was pretty sure I’d have a bruised ass. My pussy would never be used again. I could feel him swelling, and we were both about to lose and give in to it all.
A final thrust and I was over the edge, screaming his name in pleasure. He pushed his hips right against me as he, too, lost the battle against his pleasure.
Roaring out in the king-of-the-jungle style, both of us collapsed onto the bed, exhausted but extremely sated.
