The Release

Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Warning

*Mature Content*

I went over to Wayne's house around 8pm. The sun had set, making the whole sky a crisp navy blue.

Wayne opened the door and smiled. "Hello, beautiful."

"Hey." I entered the threshold and never broke his eye contact. I grabbed him by his shirt and walked backward to his bedroom.

"I was actually out here today." Wayne gentured to the living room. I turned and walked into the kitchen, moving my hips so my skirt twirled a bit.

"Even better, you could finally have me on a counter."

Wayne gulped and looked down. He spoke delicately, "I just wanted to be with you. I don't-"

I wiped a hand on my forehead. "I'm sorry I keep doing this," I apologized.

"What are you doing?" He approached me slowly. I played with my fingers.

I felt awkward confessing this to him. "Whenever you ask me to come over, I assume you just want-"

"I don't," Wayne reassured me. I stepped back. "Well, I do because," he scanned my body and let out a small moan, then shook his head and cleared his throat, "but, I want more than that. I want every part of you, Bethany."

I blushed and walked up to him. "I want to get to know you, Wayne. I've never been in a relationship with a guy, so I don't fully know what that happens."

"I can teach you." He brushed my hair behind my ear.

"How?"

"Well, first, people who are in a relationship together go on dates."

I raised my eyebrows. "Really?" I said sarcastically.

"We can go anywhere you want."

Wherever I want? How am I supposed to know what I want?

"I don't know where we should go," I said, bashfully. "Do you have any ideas?"

"Maybe." Wayne shrugged with a secret grin on his face. "There is this one place that I have been waiting to show you for about four months now."

Four months? That's before we even started to hook up.

"Then, let's go." I grabbed his hand.

"Hold on," he stopped me, "you think I'll let you go looking like that?"

I looked down at small red top, more specifically the one I wore before we had sex for the first time, and the short black skirt told him I would wear only for him.

"What do you mean?" I thought I looked nice. I thought I looked nice. I thought I looked nice. STOP.

"You look too sexy to go out without a couple of marks." Wayne put his hand on my neck and pulled me to him. I gasped at the harsh action. "Wouldn't that make you happy? That everyone there knows you belong to me?"

"Yeah." I grabbed his shirt by the collar, bringing our lips dangerously close together. "Mark me, Wayne."

He kissed me with a burning passion. He roamed over my waist, back, and chest with his needy hands, while mine pulled him closer by the back of his neck.

Wayne gripped my ass with two hands, making me squeal and smirk. His fingers grazed over the bottom of the skirt, which was also the bottom of my ass. His lips moved to my neck, eager to turn this canvas purple.

I'm addicted to him.

"Fuck, Wayne," I moaned in his ear, tugging his hair in the process. "Mark me everywhere."

Wayne stepped back from me. His breath was irratiac, matching mine. Eyelids heavy, euphoric smile, wrinkled shirt, messy hair. I did this.

He looked down and readjusted his pants. His length made a nice big indent. I want to tell him how much I want to rip off his clothes, or just do it.

Wayne took off his shirt, and I'm jealous I didn't get to do it myself. I took a deep breath and tried to remove my thoughts.

"I'm changing." He walked around me to his room. I followed him.

Wayne put on a white button up shirt, but he left the top two buttons undone. He combed his hair back with his fingers. His eyes met mine.

"Come with me." He took me into his bathroom and placed me in front of his mirror.

Pink spots were littered across my neck and collarbone. The color almost matched my top, but I know that every minute, they will get more and more purple.

"I don't know how you could be more gorgeous." I blushed even harder. I leaned forward, my ass in the air and my cleavage unmissable.

"Do you think I look good like this?"

Wayne pushed my body down against the bathroom counter. He forced my legs apart with his knee. I gasped.

I saw him dip down and flip up my skirt. I am so thankful I wore it. He ripped off my undershorts and thong so quickly I didn't have time to react. Wayne's wet tongue tasted me.

It all happened so fast.

"Wayne, what-"

"You won't shut the fuck up. I guess I have to do it myself."

It worked. He shut me up.

He wasted no time. No little touches here, little bites there. Everything was so sudden, like it was made to surprise me.

"Do you always get so wet when you tease me, huh?"

He sucked on my clit. I felt a rush of pleasure build in my heat. I couldn't form sentences. Stutters were my only way of communicating.

"Speak, my little brat."

"Yeah." I whined. His fucking words.

Wayne stood up and ripped my top down, exposing my breasts. He pinched my nipples and moaned, sending shivers down my back.

He lifted me up by my hips, my feet unable to touch the ground. I squeezed my eyes shut. He forced all eight inches of his dick inside of me.

I exhaled all the air from my lungs. My nails scraped the counter, reaching for something to hold onto. Wayne saw my problem and fixed it for me. He locked my wrists behind my back.

His thrusts were so fast, it hurt. My hips pounded into the side of the counter. The only way I could breathe was through long gasps.

"Yeah, that's right. Clench around my cock."

I shook my head. "Slow down or I'll come."

Wayne groaned and went harder. He was so violent, punishing me for my bad behavior.

I looked at him in the mirror, realizing he was staring at me already with a sexy grin.

My face was scrunched. I tried to push him out as my orgasm came, but before it reached its peak, he pulled out.

I fell to the ground, my legs twitching, shoulders shivering. I pawed at his ankle, wanting his attention.

"Wh- Why'd you stop?"

"Aw, my love, you have to earn that." He reached a hand out for me to grab. "Now, get up. Let's go before I have you for dinner. And I'm saving you for dessert." He winked.

I stood and Wayne fixed my clothes. He kissed my nose and I flushed, and I could still feel my wet hole throbbing.

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It's been really hard to avoid my homework lately.

Until I write again,

~B