21 || This C*nt is MINE

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As a child, I went to the nearest Catholic church with my Dad. My Dad and I were literally best buddies. At some point, I thought he was close to me because Mom gave all her attention to Rose. But as I grew older, I realized that wasn't the case. My father loved me so damn much. He still does. Dad once told me that there were very few beautiful things in life. One of them was the art on the walls of the enormous Cathedral. There were beautiful pictures of biblical heroes. There was Moses, Abraham, Jacob, Issac. And then there was Jesus. They were all beautiful art. But right now, the sight of Nick Stones stroking his hard cock as he looks at me with an unholy lust dancing in his eyes—— is indeed the most beautiful piece of art I have ever seen.

I'd watched the game at the bar. Our guys lost. I remember yelling at the huge screen when some Toronto guy shoved Nick to the side, brushing his abdomen on purpose. I remember how bad my chest ached as he stumbled in pain. I remember wanting to go to the locker rooms to comfort him, in my own way of course.

I can feel it. The rush of adrenaline in his veined cock, the primal feeling of losing a match they should have won, the agony of his hurting abdomen. He walks towards me, slow and fast all at once, like a new vampire needing to feed to complete the transition. I attempt to take off my heels but he stops me. And then he finally speaks. And oh—fuck—how much I missed that husky voice of his.

"Touch yourself Bri, touch yourself until you come, I want to watch your cunt," He groans. His instructions make my clit throb, it's the first time he's being so commanding and I fucking love it. "And keep the heels on," He commands again. "They're sexy," I blush at his words and that earns me a lazy spank on my pussy, his husky voice urging me to do as he said.

He moves backwards a little, trying to get a perfect view of my throbbing pussy against my red line panties. I guide my point finger into my mouth, and then I suck on it for a few seconds. Nick groans. And that gives me the energy to continue. I use the same finger to free myself off the line panties, and I watch as he sucks in a large breath at the sight of my pussy. Which by the way, is throbbing, wet and almost swollen.

The moment I slip a finger inside of me, he curses. Fuck, I love it when he swears, he should totally swear all the time. He strokes himself as my finger moves in and out of me, muttering more curses, his eyes fixated on my pussy. I work my second finger inside of me, feeling my pussy clench and the pressure in my stomach building up. Nick strokes himself slowly, like he's afraid he's going to blow his load and ruin this for us. Three fingers in and I'm pumping into myself faster and faster, my moans and his small grunts filling the void of the hotel room, our eyes locked on each other, or lips hanging slightly open.

I'm so fucking close to the edge when he strolls towards me, releasing my fingers from my pussy, yanking me to my knees, my his hard as fuck erection slapping my face. "I want to savor this moment," He groans. "Before you disappear on me again." I want to tell him that that's not going to happen, I want to tell him that I'm here so that we can reach an agreement where I won't get too attached to him and have to deal with the inevitable heartbreak if we end, but I don't get to, because he shoves his cock into my slightly parted lips, groaning as my teeth come in contact with his hard shaft, hitting the base of my throat so hard that my eyes begin to water and I fucking love it.

With his hands entangled in my hair, he fucks my mouth with every ounce of his energy. He uses this moment to undress himself to nothing, his cock still slapping my throat so hard that I almost gag. He pulls my hair hard, his thrusts getting faster and faster by the minute, my eyes water and I blink them away, but they drop on my cheeks.

He freezes.

Color drains from his face as he pulls out of my mouth. "Fuck," He curses. "Bri, I'm so fucking sorry I don't know what I was thinking I'm so sorry," his voice comes out husky again, but this time it's laced with pain and a little regret. He attempts to turn away from me but I grab his strong muscular thighs, and he stops, avoiding my eyes. And then it happens.

He crumbles to the floor, his head in his hands, muffled sobs escaping his lips. He's being vulnerable, with a woman that left him and didn't speak to him for three weeks until he reached out. He's being vulnerable with me. I don't deserve him, I fucking don't. But I allow myself to salvage this rare moment with him, because I don't know if I'll ever see him like this again. We're both naked and sweating, hugging each other, drinking each other's sobs. I cry because I don't know what I feel for him, I cry because I can see what he feels for me and I refuse to acknowledge it, I cry because I may never meet this kind of man again, even in another life.

"I'm so sorry," He says again. It's insane how he can transform from dominating me to being a softie in a haze of seconds.

"It's okay, that was okay," I say back but he doesn't hear it.

"That wasn't okay," He pulls away from the hug, using his fingers to wipe the little drops of tears under my eyes. "I hurt you, and you might leave after tonight," He chokes on his own words.

"I'm not leaving," I moan.

"You left before," He sighs bitterly, his agony written on his face. And then I decide to do something else to save tonight.

I reach for his abdomen where he was hit and he winces in pain. "Can I?" I purr at him through my wet lashes. He nods, licking those lips of his. He lays down on the floor, and then I begin kissing the bruised spot. He groans when my lips meet the bruise, and then he hisses as I lick the spot.
"I love that," He sighs, stroking my hair. "Ah, I love that," He hisses.

"Does it still hurt so bad?" I look up at him.

"The team therapist said I'll be fine in a couple of days," He says, licking those lips again.

"Before your next game?" I ask and then he rewards me with a smile.

"Before my next game," He says and I smile back. We stay like that for a moment, and then he sits up.

"Get on the bed and spread those thighs for me," He whispers in my ear. "I want to worship you for a couple of minutes," My body tingles at his words and I obey his instructions.

I'm on the bed in seconds, my heels still on as he hovers above me. He takes my lips in a slow, soft, gentle kiss. My heart and stomach flutter, the butterflies are back. Nick kisses me with a feeling so good that I can't describe, he works his way from my lips to my neck, and then he marks me right underneath my ear. My long nails scratch at his back, and I'm sure I'm leaving marks too. Liz is going to need a full detail of how I assaulted her bestie. Oh boy.

I love his tattoos. Like fuck. The crescent on his left arm and the broken glasses on his right. The writings I still don't understand. He's a mysterious guy, and I am yet to understand a lot of things about him. His wet tongue meets my nipple, and we share a heated look, one that speaks millions of words in a split second.

He shuts those beautiful eyelids of his, and then he returns to my nipples. Kissing the left and toying with the right. His tongue is so fucking warm that I almost melt into him, that I almost say things I shouldn't say because I want to protect my aching heart. He bites on the nipple for a little bit, and my hips shoot off the bed. He chuckles, the warm breath from his lips sending a sensation into my veins. A very familiar sensation, one that I feel whenever I'm with him.

He studies my body with every lick and bite, he marks the spot underneath my breasts, running his hands on my thighs and lower abdomen. My pussy cries, demanding his attention. I lift my hips to meet his, and he chuckles again. "You want me to eat your filthy little cunt, don't you?" Ah, fuck.....his dirty talk.

"Yes, fuck yes, get on with it," I moan and he lets out a low chuckle.

"Even when I'm on top, you're still in control," He groans. "What are you doing to me?"

"Eat my pussy and I'll tell you," I say breathlessly.

"Yes, your highness," He smirks. And fuck those words get me even more horny and needy as fuck.

He teases my entrance with the tip of his tongue, it's a hot feeling, a feeling of slow and torturous movements. Then his magic tongue dives right there, and I see starts. Ah fuck—— he takes his time licking me slowly, he doesn't want me to come yet and I know that without him saying it. He licks my g-spot and I scream his name, my fingers unconsciously making their way to his deep brown hair, pulling at the ends. I'm grinding my pussy to his face, and the sensation I feel increases. He's taking his precious time, worshipping me, saying every filthy thing I could never think of, biting my inner thighs. His tongue moves towards my back door and I tense for a bit. It feels so fucking good but I'm not ready to try that—— not yet.

"Whose cunt is this?" He groans against my pleading clit when the pleasure begins building up in my lower abdomen.

"Yours—fuck—yours," I cry out.

"I didn't hear you quite well," He groans again, licking my g-spot, throwing me off the edge in a split second.

"Fuckkkkkkkkkk, my cunt is yours!" I scream, my orgasm erupting through my veins, shattering my entire body, mind and soul. Even in my hazy daze, I see him staring at me clit in awe, like it's the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. When I recover, he smiles, standing to his feet, stroking himself.

"Do you want to use a condom?" He asks, his eyes on my hard nipples.

"Do you?" I ask. Of course I don't want to use a condom. I want to feel that huge veined cock of his on every inch of my womb.

"Fuck, Bri, every since that night, I've been thinking about how fucking warm you felt, how you clenched around me, so no, I don't want to use a condom, and I need to know what you want,"

"I want to feel you," I choke out, meeting his eyes.

And that snaps the last thread of his self control.

In one heavy thrust, he's inside of me, giving me a moment to adjust. It's almost like he gets bigger every time we fuck, and that's insane. He brushes my hair off my sweaty face, and then he kisses me, his hands trailing on the tattoo on my thigh.

Slowly, he thrusts in and out of my pussy—— "You feel so fucking good, your highness," He croaks. "I'm going to lose my shit fucking this greedy cunt of yours," He's thrusting harder now. "Look at her, she fucking loves my cock inside of her," He groans.

"Yes she does," I moan.

"Do you think she can come like this?" His thrusts are faster, the bed creaking, our moans and voices coating the walls of the hotel room, the sound of bodies slapping against each other creating an erotic melody.

"Yes fuck, Nick—— ah—— go deeper, go harder," I grab his ass cheeks, bringing him closer to me. He leans closer, planting sloppy wet kisses on my neck and breasts. He's killing me softly, biting my collarbones, kissing my lips, his eyes telling me everything I need to know in this moment. He's not just fucking me and we both know it. He's making love to me, marking me with pleasure.

"This cunt is mine," He says into my ear, chewing softly on my ear lobe.

"Yours," I moan and I feel him tensing, his muscles tightening. I feel my orgasm building up too, and I know he feels it, because he kisses me again, muttering more dirty things.

"Let go," he whispers and my body yields to his command. I let go with a loud scream of his name.

He finishes right after me, emptying himself inside of me, a loud groan of my name leaving his lips. We collapse on each other, recovering from the aftershocks of our intense orgasm.

We cuddle and I don't object. I lean into him, rubbing my fingers on his tattoos.

"I'm sorry I ghosted you," my voice is barely a whisper.

"I'm sorry I made you feel like you had to ghost me," he says. Why is he so sweet? "Whatever this is, whatever we're doing, you call the shots, your highness," He kisses my forehead.

I call the shots.

I call the shots.

"Sleep or bathroom fuck?" He smiles at me. I reach to stroke his cock, and he hardens in a second.

"Bathroom fuck," I smile back and he gets off the bed. I watch his perfect ass—— designed with marks from my long nails as he walks to the bathroom to get the place ready. When he gets back, he scoops me with his arms and heads into the bathroom.

He wraps my legs around him, pinning me against the wall and fucking me until his name is the last thing I remember in my orgasm-induced state of mind. And fuck—— I love it.

Phew!!

One hell of smut.....

I was going to put a "grab your holy water" warning but then I decided against it.

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