Filed to story: Brace Face Betty Drama Story
I know he’ll stop, too. I trust him. This is nothing like before. I loosen my limbs, consciously taking a beat to relax, and he growls at the back of his throat when my legs part. “Fuck, Betty. Your pussy looks so fucking good. Do you know how wet you are? I can fucking see how turned on you are.”
It’s a little embarrassing to think that it’s that obvious, but I shy away from that feeling. I want him to know, after all. I want him to know what he’s doing to me. I don’t want him to doubt. He drops down onto his elbows, his chest resting against my leg, and a dizzying wave of pleasure soars through me as he uses his tongue…
“Shit! Oh my god!” I rest my hands on his head, not sure what to do with myself as he laves against me, his tongue finding my clit and flicking against me. It feels… I have nothing to compare this to. I’ve seen guys go down on women before. I’ve been curious. I’ve looked up all kinds of things on the internet, but nothing has prepared me for how good this feels.
Marcus hums against me, and the vibrations travel through my body. “So damn sweet,” he pants. “My
Dolcezza. I’ve kept myself up at night, imagining what you taste like, Betty Branson. You’re fucking delicious. I’m gonna want to eat your cunt for the rest of time.”
That word-cunt-sends all kinds of thoughts skittering around in my head. It’s such a harsh word. So derogatory. But when Marcus says it, using it like this, with his face buried between my legs, it turns me on so much I can hardly stand it. I angle my hips, opening myself to him, and he snarls fiercely against the inside of my thigh. “That’s right. Good girl. Let me have you. Let me make you come. Flood my mouth,
Dolcezza.”
Oh…my…
god.
He licks and sucks, using the flat of his tongue to sweep up and over my clit, and before too long I’m shaking underneath him. When he carefully uses his fingers to rub against the opening of my pussy, I can do nothing but hold my breath and wait.
Slowly, so gently, he pushes his fingers inside me, and my spine arches away from the floor. “Ahh! Damn it, Marcus!” This isn’t frightening. Far from it. It’s the most intense, pleasurable thing I’ve ever experienced.
He moves very deliberately, the muscles in his shoulders tight, as he waits to see how I’ll react. I want…shit, I want more. I rock my hips, grinding them upward, and it’s all the cue Marcus needs. He teases me with his tongue faster, more insistently, using his fingers inside me to beckon and coax, pumping them rhythmically, and my eyes roll back into my head as a shockwave so overwhelming crashes into my body.
“Marcus… Marcus…” I pant his name. It’s a mantra on my tongue. A prayer. A curse. Before I know it, a bewildering, chaotic energy is building between my legs, inside me, reaching up into my stomach and my torso, spreading along my arms…
The feeling swells, so powerful and formidable, and just when I think it can’t swell any further, it slams into me, rocking me to my core, white, blindingly light flaring behind my eyes. I claw at his back, trying to gasp out his name and failing.
“Ah-oh fu-shit, Mar-Oh my god! Oh, shit, shit, shit!”
The orgasm leaves me ruined, lifeless and limp. I’m still fluttering my eyes, trying to remember how to see straight when Marcus climbs up my body and kisses me deeply. A little mortified, I realize that I can taste myself on his lips. Marcus grins like a fiend when he pulls back. His grin turns into a frown, though, when I brush my fingers over his mouth, trying to clean myself from him.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Branson,” he growls. “I plan on savoring every last bit of you.” I try to hide my face in his chest, smiling awkwardly, but he doesn’t let me. “Don’t you have any idea how much that turns me on?” He takes my hand and slides it in between our bodies. My palm is closed around his hard-on a second later, and he’s squeezing. I gasp at the feel of him-the firm yet silken, smooth texture of his skin as he guides my hand slowly up and down his shaft. His eyes are burning, filled with his desire as he repeats the action one last time, then tries to take my hand away.
This time I won’t let him, though. I tighten my grip around him, free of his guidance, mimicking the up and down motion. His cock pulses, hardening even further in my hand, and his body locks up, going stiff. “You don’t need to do that,” he whispers. “This should be about you.”
“It is about me,” I whisper back. “The way you’re looking at me right now…god, I want to feel you like this inside me, Marcus. Please. I’m ready.”
Doubt flits across his face. The vines barbed with thorns around the base of his throat shift as he swallows. “You’re sure?” His lips form the words, but I barely hear him say them.
I make sure he can hear me perfectly, though. “Yes. I am one hundred percent sure. I want you. I want all of you. Now.”
It’s like watching a tide break against a shore. His indecision and uncertainty vanish, and a deep, hungry need takes its place in an instant. Shifting between my legs, he positions himself, leaning over me on his elbows, keeping his weight from my chest. His hands are sure as he cradles my face between his palms…and he pushes himself slowly inside me.
I freeze, going absolutely still.
Marcus’s eyes search my face frantically, looking for some sign that I’m not okay. It doesn’t hurt, though. I just feel full, in a strange way-a pressure inside me that takes a moment to adjust to.
‘
Betty
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I wind my arms around him, forcing him down onto me. Deeper inside me. I was serious just now. I want all of him. I want his weight on me. I want his arms around me. I want to be swallowed up by him, into his strength, because right now I feel so fucking safe.
He sighs, the sound rough and uncontrolled, and I can’t take it anymore. I roll my hips against him, angling myself upward, and Marcus bares his teeth, gritting them together.
“Fuck, Betty. That’s…” His eyes are unfocused. “You feel so fucking good,” he grinds out.