Prince of Ruin

Chapter Fifteen: Coco

I moved through the bedroom door and before I could get to the bed, Theodore was behind me. He grabbed me and basically carried me to the bed, taking me around to his side of it.

"No more fucking pillow walls." He grunted, dropping me down, my head actually landing perfectly on said pillow wall

"No more pillow walls." I agreed. I was burning up in the sweater, but the worst of the heat was pooled between my legs. I was absolutely soaked. He smirked and slowly pushed the sweater up to my waist.

"Who wears lingerie when they're at home alone?"

"I wore them to work," I answered. He quirked an eyebrow.

"You wear lingerie to work?"

"I'm always wearing lingerie, does it matter?"

"It absolutely matters. It'll take even more control to keep me from bending you over the desk than it did before."

"I won't stop you." I lied.

He grinned and nipped at the soft skin on the inside of my knee and I whimpered at the electric shock it sent rippling through me.

"Theodore," I whined.

"Yes?" He teased.

"I'm going to crush your head like a watermelon between my thighs, stop teasing me." I demanded. He actually laughed.

"I am going to take my sweet time, darling and if it means you crush my head between your thighs- well I can't think of a better death."

"I hate you."

"Good." He kissed his way slowly up the inside of my leg, stopping when he was almost fucking there. I arched up, urging him to give me what I needed. Only one other man had ever done this for me in my life, and while part of me had expected he would be like the guys before Calvin who didn't enjoy burying their faces in a woman's cunt, he proved me wrong by lightly biting my mound over my panties.

"So fucking wet, Cordelia." He drawled, He slipped a finger between the wet silk and my skin. He let his hooked finger run up and down, his knuckle dragging over my clit.

"S-shut up." I rolled my hips and closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to see the smug grin on his face.

"Hey." His hand pulled away from my pussy, reaching up to grip my chin harshly. "Eyes open, Coco. I want you to see who is doing this to you, who is making you feel so good. I want to see your eyes as you scream my name and cum on my tongue." I'm pretty sure my heart stopped and I nodded. "Good girl." He moved back down between my legs, sliding my panties down my legs and discarding them on the floor. I reached down and started to tug the sweater up, but he gripped my wrists, moving so he could pin them over my head.

"I will tie you down, Cordelia. I am going to move at my pace, and my pace will include you cumming hard while wearing your husband's sweater." He kissed me, hard. We'd never shared a soft and loving kiss and in this moment I didn't want to. The passion behind every one of his kisses had knocked me off my feet and this one was no exception. I could feel his cock hard against my leg. Two layers of fabric, that was all that separated me from him.

He slid down between my legs yet again, with another warning to keep my hands out of the way.

His lips once again trailed up towards my pussy, his fingers slowly running up and down my slit, teasing. I gripped the blanket, digging my nails into the dark comforter as I worked to keep myself from actually begging him to just give me what I want. My hips rolled again and he laughed, I could feel the air from his chuckle against my clit and I moaned.