Beneath His Touch

Chapter four

JAVAN

Her lips were soft and damn near drenched. I should've pulled away—I knew this was wrong. She's drunk, likely has no idea what she's doing, but... her moans, her voice. It's overwhelming, pulling me in like some kind of trap I can't escape. Her arms are locked tight around my neck as she kisses me like she's starving. It's more than just a kiss—it's like she's devouring me.

Her tongue curls around mine, warm, tasting of liquor. My arms wrap around her small frame, lifting her onto her toes. Hell, the whole of her is practically pressed against my chest. She's tiny, no doubt about that, but trust me, she's got those killer curves. Her breasts are soft, firm against my chest, and the thought of her wearing no bra is driving me out of my mind. Those nipples will be in my mouth any second now, but her lips, they refuse to let go of mine.

Her ass is just the right size—perfect for grabbing. And when she finally pulls back for air, I get a good look at her. Gorgeous, no question. There's an innocence in her features, curves that don't just belong to her body but her face as well. And damn, at this point, I know I'm giving her exactly what she wants.

"Are you sure?" My voice barely escapes as I sit on the cold leather bench, fingers tracing the lace at her neck. She doesn't meet my gaze, her eyes fixed downward, lips slightly parted as if she's already lost in her own decisions.

"I'm drunk and not in the best state," she mutters, her words slurred yet sharp, "but I'm getting laid tonight." It's not what I expected from her innocent face, but the conviction is undeniable, etched deep into her expression. Maybe it's the alcohol—or something more.

With a single tug, the dress falls from her shoulders, exposing a sight that ignites something primal in me. Her breasts—full, perfect—dark nipples already hardened. I hesitate, one last moment of clarity slipping through me, but then it's gone. The need takes over. I devour her, mouth on her skin like a starving beast, unrelenting.

Her hand flies to her mouth, stifling her moans, but when my teeth sink into the delicate flesh of her nipple, she can't suppress the cry that bursts free. It's raw, and unfiltered, and it drives me deeper into the abyss.

With no warning, I yank the flimsy black underwear aside, fingers sliding between her legs. She's wet, scorching. My finger presses inside her tight, impossibly tight. I pull out only to thrust back in, over and over, her body clenching harder with each movement. Her eyes begin to glisten with unshed tears, her breath catching in jagged gasps.

"You want this, don't you?" I growl, forcing her thighs apart with a vicious slap. She trembles, but her eyes never leave mine, wide and dark, desperate. I release the string on my track pants, letting them fall as my cock springs free, fully erect, throbbing with a hunger that matches her gaze.

"Oh!!!" she cries, trying to pull up but I pin her flat on the bench.

"You wanted this, there is no way out," I spit on my hand as I rub it on my cock. Spit on my thumb before rubbing her clint. I slap the cock on her cheeks as I gaze down at her. She has her eyes pooped out, holding her breath, "here I go,"

She breaths heavily as her teeth knock onto each other producing a knocking sound.

"Oh my God!" she mumbles as I pull her closer with my left hand, my right guiding my cock in her.

"It's just the tip," I growl slowly, "It's just tip wildcat," I look at her, wide eyes as I drive it another inch inside and get her dancing, she looks up at me as I smirk, then, I push it all in, letting her drop as she cries painfully but I slam it in again. Her pussy clenches down on me.

Fuck, she was so tight. Fucking tighter as I grab her hands behind her head and I slam down on her harder. Tears are all over her eyes, I wipe using my right hand as I cup her face, watching her eyes, roll backward. Her teeth nibble as her lips dance on each other producing a hizzing sound.