PART TWO OF THE SERPENT
✥The Rich Girl & Her Bodyguard ✥
She had first told me she loved me at 11:20 as my fingers were busy getting soaked by her. Those pretty coloured eyes begged a man who couldn't love to love her just as hard. Her rosy flushed...
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❦Blaise❦ I think I may have miscalculated everything that Octavio meant when he said that he was going to work towards building back the trust he had broken. And right now as I laid on my bed with him laying right beside me with one of his arms underneath my head and the other wrapped protectively where our baby rests, I internally groan irritated.
He has a timed schedule for everyday in which he made all my meals, cleaned all the dishes, massaged my feet, before ending the day by cuddling with me on the couch as the TV played whatever I choose for the night before I grew tired and he made me go to bed like a grounded child.
It's like this is his master plan or in all honesty a punishment he had meticulously planned for me. It's like he believes depriving me of him will make me want him even more. I can't even lie and say it wasn't working because I swear I was so close to begging him to touch me like he wants nothing more than to fuck me four ways to Sunday.
But right now he laid behind me, with all the tension absent from his body as I laid there not being able to help myself and rub my thighs together to release the tension building up between them. I knew I was wet and I hadn't even touched myself yet.
Quiet whimpers escaped out of my mouth into the dark bedroom as I turned my head towards my pillow to muffle my voice. I wanted to cum, and my neediness dressed my body in the form of cold sweat as I ached for more than mere friction built from rubbing my thighs together. The act of doing nothing but that was proving to be frustrating in itself.
Just as I was about to bring my hand underneath my long tshirt to relieve myself, another much bigger hand engulfed mine whole. I grew still as I pulled my mouth away from the pillow to allow my whimpers to dance into the bedroom.
"Shhhh." He shushed right next to my ear right before he pressed a gentle kiss against my neck.
"Does my baby need help?" He taunted me as he pulled my hand away from where it was pulling the fabric of my tshirt up to expose my wet underwear.
I could do nothing but turn my head back towards the pillow as embaressment coated my cheeks and neck in no doubt but in a shade of pink.
"Uh-uh now, what is my pretty girl getting all shy for?" I couldn't help but moan into the pillow because of his endearment for me.
"If you need something, you need to ask for it Blaise."
His hands caressed the naked skin of my thighs where my shirt had ridden up. His fingertips softly gliding up against the prickling skin just stopping shy of where my underwear sat.
I opened my thighs for him, silently hoping he would drag his fingers through my cunt. Hoping that's all it would take but of course I was wrong.
"Now where are your manners baby?"
"I know you have a pretty mouth on you. Now use it to ask me what you want."
I pushed my head up his arm before I was on his shoulder. I grabbed his hand with mine from behind before pushing my cunt into his hand. He instantly tightened his hold between my legs but waited for me to ask for more nonetheless.
"Cna you please make me cum with your fingers Octavio?" I pleaded as the ache between my legs grew to where it was almost painful to not do anything about it. And just as those words left my mouth he fluttered his thumb across my swollen clit, his other fingers cupping me even harder.
"Of course I can baby." He answered almost sadistaically as I started to grind myself wantonly on his hand.
He pulled his hand away from between my legs just to slide it down the front of my underwear to directly cup me instead. I immediately grabbed onto his forearm tightly just as he easily slid two fingers into my pussy.
"So fucken wet." He cursed as if he was pissed at the fact.
"Leaking all over my fucken hand." He added just as he pulled those two long fingers out of me only to go back in with another one.
My breathing grew rugged as he fucked me on his fingers. The sounds of how wet I was almost obscene and yet I could do nothing but focus on the way he continued to brutally dig his fingers inside of me, caressing my clit with his thumb.
Before I knew it I was helplessly cumming on his hand and my eyes fluttered closed from the relief that came along with that hazy feeling erupting throughout my whole body. And I didn't even realize when he had pulled his fingers out of me as I laid against him catching my breath.
"Open." He ordered just as my scent hit my nose and his wet fingers came up against my mouth.
I gently opened my mouth while keeping my eyes closed. His fingers cleaned themselves on my tongue meticulously as he brought his other hand over my head, calmly stroking the hair off of my forehead.
"Such a pretty mouth." He praised as I closed my mouth around his fingers and licked them clean. My sighs of content vibrating against his hand.
"Now I need you to take your hand and bring your fingers through your cunt."
"Get them nice and wet for me. So, I can have a taste for myself."
"You'll do that for me, won't you?"
If it was possible I grew even more wet than as I was as he whispered that dirty command into my ear. I brought my own hand under my shirt before slipping it into my underwear and ran my fingers through the cum soaking me between my legs.
I carefully brought my wet fingers up to his face before he grabbed onto my wrist and proceeded to bring them into his mouth. And the groans of pleasure that vibrated against my fingers as he licked them made me want to sit my pussy on his mouth instead. The way he savored the taste of my pussy off my fingers was like he had nothing he would rather be doing. Like he had all the time in the world.
As he pulled my fingers out of my mouth, I turned my face towards him before pressing my lips against his. My tongue licking at the seams of his mouth, moaning off the fact he tasted like me. He dug the fingers of the same hand that were pushing my hair back to tug on it instead.
My moans spilled into his mouth as he groaned before he kissed me even harder. His teeth bit my bottom lip hard before soothing it with the gentle glide of his tongue. And when I was panting out of breathe, he finally pulled away.
"You're going to keep your messy underwear on as a reminder of what a needy cunt you have."
"And everytime you rub your thighs together, you'll know...you'll know you're wet from your cum that I didn't clean with my mouth because you didn't want to ask my help to begin with."
I whimpered against his mouth, in hopes he would show some grace and bring his mouth in between my legs. But he tightened his hold on my hair instead before saying uncaringly, "I'm not kissing your pussy goodnight today Blaise. It doesn't deserve it."
And just like that he let go of the hair he was holding onto so roughly and after pecking my lips gently, he closed his eyes as if he wasn't hard as rock and I wasn't wet as hell.
