Guilty Pleasures | 18+

Chapter 8 Sauce:

*strongly recommend listening to the song above. I wrote this chapter to it and it's one of my favorites.*
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Cheyenne

Warmth radiated through my body as I writhed with pleasure. Every part of me was alive with sensations that I had never experienced before.  A wildfire of newfound desires spread erratically through every nerve. Consuming all cognitive thought in it's wake. Tingles sparked like electrical impulses across my scalp as I felt a hand pulling on my hair. My eyes remained closed in fear that if I opened them, what I was feeling would stop. I was much too selfish for that now. All I wanted to relish in this delicious feeling.

Wet kisses on my neck made me more disoriented than I already was. I didn't know where I was and I damn sure didn't care. Sharp teeth nipped at the sensitive skin just below my ear. I inhaled sharply thinking, hoping, that perhaps those same teeth would sink in. Never had I thought I'd ever want someone to bite me, but here I was shaking with desire for someone to. My body was begging for it. The wet heat between my thighs only worsened as I felt another hand carefully cup my breast. Teasing my already taut nipple with a calloused thumb. I couldn't help but throw my head back. A soft moan trailing from my lips.

The hand in my hair only tightened, pulling me back toward who they belonged to. I opened my eyes trying to see who's lap I was currently straddling, but the room was far too dark. All I knew is that I felt small in comparison. The way my body fit easily into his hands as they moved let me know whoever this man was, he was larger than any other man I had ever been close to. I rolled my hips toward him, grinding against the hardness that lay hidden just beneath my thighs.

A breathy chuckle against the damp skin on my neck made me shiver with an overwhelming need that I didn't realize was possible. I was intoxicated by this feeling. The undeniable tension was thick in the air, I felt myself nearly choking on it. The haze of lust that surrounded us was as welcomed as the kisses he was now placing across my jaw. Every attempt I made at sneaking a peek at him was thwarted by a rough tug to my hair that kept my head exactly where he wanted it. The delicious roughness of his motions only heightened my want for him.

His lips captured mine without warning, kissing me feverishly. The warmth of his tongue against mine sent shivers down my spine. The way that he tasted was enough to nearly send me over the edge. It felt as though all the air had been knocked from my lungs. I wasn't sure if I remembered how to breathe anymore, but breathing was the last thing on my mind.

I craved more of him, in the worst way possible. The desire was becoming nearly unbearable. I didn't know how much longer I could last without some sort of relief. I was nearly trembling, desperate for the solace that only he could give me. Small whimpers and pleads fell from my lips like a whispered prayer.

He broke our kiss abruptly, struggling to catch his breath just as I was. His hands finding their way to my thighs, gripping them tightly. In one fluid motion, he stood up, lifting me from his lap. Instinctively I wrapped my legs around him. Trying my best to keep myself tightly against him. His hard cock pressing closely against my soaking wet core. With just a few short steps I found myself being laid down flat. The bed dipping down as he crawled on top of me.

My eyes fluttered open. My vision was still blurred and cloudy. The darkness of the room making it even more difficult for me to focus. His lips found my neck again as he caught my hands in his own, pinning them above my head. The scruff of his beard tickled my skin as he continued to ravish me. I was completely at his mercy and there wasn't anywhere I'd rather be. If this is the kind of sweet torture he had to offer then I'd gladly take it.