Page 53 of Tristian (The Doherty Mafia)
I ripped her pants down because I wanted to taste everything.
Elsie thrust her hips up towards me, inviting me in. I pressed my mouth to her clit, licking and tasting her while she wrapped her legs around my neck. She wanted to keep me there and I wanted to make her feel good. I wanted to take every pain away from the world for her.
I gripped her by her waist, my arms outstretched over my head while I slipped my tongue in her pussy and stroked her clit. She sighed and moaned, matching the rolling of her hips in rhythm to the way I tasted her. I sucked up her juices, licking her dry.
When she finally came, the whole bed shook and she murmured my name repeatedly. I kept her pinned down to the bed while my mouth was on her. Her toes curled and she arched her body over me, stroking my back with her long nails.
Once I was sure she was done coming, I pulled my head up to look at her. She was panting, staring at me with her big brown eyes. I wanted to tell her I loved her. That I wanted to wake up every morning and make her feel good like this.
But there were tears in Elsie’s eyes again. I knew what she was thinking. That this was going to be our last time together like this.
That was the reality.
I had to stick to my decision.
I let her go and straightened up. But Elsie remained on the bed with her legs wide open.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she demanded. I looked down at her with my narrowed eyes. My cock was rock hard and erect for her. She looked amazing lying on the bed, her top was pushed up, revealing her perfect breasts. Her stiff brown nipples.
“This is fucked up,” I growled, raking a hand through my hair. I didn’t know what I’d meant by that. I was fucked up. I didn’t want to lose her. I was so close to changing my mind and keeping her here with me.
Elsie rolled over and arched her ass up towards me. Presenting herself to me.
“Fuck me. Like this. Do it now,” she moaned, touching her wet pussy.
I had to do what she commanded.
Twenty-Nine
Elsie
Tristian entered me from behind.
He was about to leave but I was glad I was able to make him stay. He grabbed me by my hips and pulled me down to the edge of the bed before he thrust his cock deep into me.
I cried out with pleasure when he filled me.
A tall mirror sat in front of us on the other side of the bed and I saw us in it. He was big and strong behind me, ploughing his cock into me repeatedly. Our bodies thudded together as he brought me closer and closer to the edge.
I was on my hands and knees on the bed, my ass pushed up against his washboard abs while he sank into me. My breasts shuddered and bounced with every thrust.
When he wrapped my hair around his fist and arched me back, it was the last straw. I knew I’d explode any moment.
With every stroke his cock, he went deeper inside me and I moaned. He fucked me hard, like a machine and I moaned with every thrust. I came while he fucked me like that. Second time in a row. I had lost all control.
As I came he reached around to stroke my swollen clit. He stroked me at the right spot, making my orgasm last even longer. My eyes rolled in my head, my mouth hung open. I had no control over my mind or the way my body responded to him. He was my master.
When I was done, I pushed up deeper against him, jiggling my ass to match his strokes. He gripped me by my hips and moved faster until he exploded inside me too.
He groaned and growled, falling over me. We both crashed down on the bed together while he remained inside me, fucking me deeper and harder. I hung off the edge of the bed while he thrusted his cock in me.
Then he was done. We were both out of breath. He covered me with his body, straightening my arms and legs out underneath him. I was pinned to the bed, I felt his whole weight crushing me. I loved being this way. I’d never felt more safe before…and then I remembered.
It’d be over soon.
This was our final goodbye before we went our separate ways.
For several years, if Tristian got his way.
How would I last that long? How would I survive the separation?
And he’d move on. From what? What did we have in the first place?
I wriggled and crawled out from underneath him. I couldn’t bear it. I didn’t want to feel like this anymore. Like I was living on borrowed time around him.
