SWNOVELS Dead of Wynter: Chapter 46
Pride blooms in my chest when she stares at the belt in my hand with heat instead of fear is, because if anyone else were holding it, she would be panicking. I know Wynter better than she knows herself, and I would put every dollar I have on that, but for some reason, she trusts me implicitly.
I won’t break that trust, not ever again. She doesn’t realize that yet, but she will. Soon she’ll see there is nowhere on this earth safer for her than kneeling at my feet.
Slowly, I kneel down behind her, taking a moment to breathe her in. The vanilla of her body wash wafts over me and I almost snap, almost put her on her hands and knees and fuck her right here, but I claw onto the last of my own restraint. Not tonight.
Tonight my little dove will give me everything I ask of her and will be left needy and desperate at the end. I bet she’ll beg so prettily for more. The thought makes my cock harden further in my slacks. I’ve been hard since the moment she stepped out of the bathroom, but even more so after she fell to her knees for me, the sight alone made it hard to stop myself from blowing in my pants like a horny teenager.
It’s never been like this before, not with any other woman, and not even with Wynter when we slept together the first time. We were both nervous I guess, and desperate for one another after so many years of forcing our desires down. But this is pure and dirty and unhurried. It’s us.
Carefully, I wrap the belt around her wrists, looping it until it’s secure and I’m sure she can’t break out. She’s putting a lot of trust in me right now, and that isn’t lost on me. She’s giving me not only her submission, but her fears. Not only will she have her mouth full meaning she may not be able to safe word, she has now given up mobility of her arms.
“Are you okay, dove?” I ask quietly, moving around until I’m squatting in front of her.
Wynter’s lip quivers slightly, but she’s not afraid. There isn’t an ounce of fear in her eyes. “Yes, I’m okay.”
“Good girl.” I smile, brushing my fingers down her cheek until my hand wraps around the front of her throat, the slightest amount of pressure there to make sure she’s paying attention to me. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, dove, and you’re going to take everything I give you, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she moans, her legs practically vibrating with the need to close.
“You are not to speak unless spoken to, or unless you need to safe word, do you understand?”
“Yes,” she replies quickly.
I smile down at her before pressing a gentle kiss to her parted lips. She’s so fucking beautiful right now and it takes everything in me to back away from her even for a moment. Slowly, I begin unbuttoning my shirt. Each button that slides through its hole has her undivided attention as she waits patiently for me to undress. I consider just pulling my dick out while fully dressed, the idea has a lot of merit, but I want to be naked for this.
I slip the shirt off my shoulders and Wynter’s hungry eyes rake over the exposed flesh, flitting from one arm to the other and then settling on my wide chest. “Do you like what you see, little dove? You look like you’re ready to eat me for breakfast.”
“I love what I see,” she says reverently and a smile tugs at my lips.
I continue to undress, unbuttoning my slacks and pushing them down my thick thighs, uncovering my very hard cock. I don’t make a habit out of free balling it, but now that Wynter is back in my life I like to have as little barrier between me and her sweet pussy as I can manage.
Wynter draws her bottom lip between her teeth as she stares at my cock hungrily.
“Do you want my cock?”
“Yes.” She nods, her eyes never moving from what she wants.
“Beg.”
She looks up at me, the smallest amount of surprise playing in her gaze before her eyes settle on mine. “Please fuck my mouth. I want to taste you.” Where I expect to hear uncertainty in her voice, all I hear is confidence and it only makes my cock harder.
I squeeze the base, trying to calm the fuck down as I step toward her. I’m so amped up I can barely see through the haze of lust clouding my vision. “Open,” I command and her mouth pops open for me in the most delectable O. She’s so fucking perfect it hurts. “Eyes on me always.”
Wynter nods but doesn’t respond, instead choosing to keep her mouth open for me.
“Good girl,” I praise, closing the distance between us and wiping the precum leaking from my cock along her lips.
Her sinfully pink tongue darts out and wipes the sticky mess away, a satisfied groan filling the room.
I move one hand to the top of her head to keep her steady while the other one stays wrapped around the base of my cock to help guide myself into her hot mouth. The moment her lips wrap around me, I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven. Her sweet tongue draws circles around the head the moment it slips into her mouth.
“Fuck, Wynter,” I moan.
I’ve had a lot of blow jobs over the years, but nothing compares to the feeling of her mouth sliding down my length in slow, measured strokes while she looks up at me with all the trust in the world.
“You look so beautiful with a mouthful of my cock.” I gently run my fingers through her hair, guiding her back and forth as her rhythm starts to pick up. God, if she keeps this up, I’m going to be blowing down her throat any second now.
Wynter moans around me sending vibrations through my oversensitive cock and dragging another groan from my throat. I’m trying to allow her to have a little bit of control, but the urge to take over and fuck her throat is almost too much for me to tamp down. But not yet. She wanted to taste me and I’m going to let her do just that.
She sucks like a woman possessed, her legs spread below her but her hips still rocking as if there’s relief to be had. But we both know there isn’t, not unless I allow it, and that’s not going to happen. I’ve threatened withholding her orgasms over and over again, and the only way she’s going to learn is by me following through. Plus, I get a sick kind of satisfaction by having her wet and needy for me.
I pull my cock from her mouth and run the tip along her lips, dragging the combination of precum and saliva along the pouty pillow.
“This fucking mouth,” I murmur. “Trust me?”
“Yes,” Wynter answers immediately.
I smile down at her, taking in the sight of her on her knees for me, her legs spread, eyes gazing up, her full lips parted. She’s a goddess. “I’ll never give you more than you can handle,” I remind her right before I shove my cock back into her warm mouth and don’t stop until I’ve surged forward and my cock nudges the back of her throat. I pull back slightly, enough for her to drag in a breath and then I’m thrusting my hips forward again. My grip on her hair tightens as I push my hips back and forth, each time feeding her more of my cock.
Wynter gags around me as I try to push past the reflex and into her throat. “Let me in, dove,” I whisper as my fingers brush through her hair comfortingly. “Breathe through your nose, and let me in.”
Her body relaxes under my touch and I wait a few seconds before trying again. She gags again, but this time I slip right past and into her tight throat.
“Fuck.” My head drops back as I start thrusting at a steady pace, making sure she has enough time to pull in a breath before surging back in.
It’s not long before the tingling in my lower back and balls is overwhelming and I know I’ll have no other option but to come down her throat.
“Are you going to take my cum like a good girl, dove?” I grind out, barely able to put words together to form a sentence past the blinding pleasure my girl is giving me.
She nods as best she can with her mouth full of my cock and I lose all rhythm, pumping in and out of her with wild abandon. Wynter’s eyes are on me, full of tears and love. It’s a weird combination to be obsessed with, but it’s what pulls me over into an orgasm so powerful I don’t know how I remain standing. My fingers tighten in her hair as if it can keep me on my feet as my release takes hold and thick ropes of cum coat her mouth.
Wynter sucks hungrily, taking every drop I give her and it only drags the feeling on and on until we’re both panting from exhaustion. When I slip my cock from between her lips, they’re the most delectable shade of red and somehow my dick responds to the sight. She’s irresistible, a siren calling me from the deep.
Without a word, I bend over and scoop her into my arms before crossing the room, tugging back the comforter and slipping her between the sheets. Her eyes track me as I move around the other side of the bed and climb in beside her, immediately pulling her back into my arms.
“You were such a good girl for me, little dove,” I whisper into her neck, pressing gentle kisses into the soft flesh.
“Good enough for an orgasm?” she asks.
I chuckle and pull her in closer. “Not tonight.”
She huffs out a sigh and I don’t miss the way she rubs her thighs together. I don’t need to touch her to know her desperate pussy is wet, but she won’t be getting any relief tonight.
“Should have thought twice about talking back.” I shrug into the pillows. “Now stop pouting and go to sleep, or I’ll extend your orgasm ban.”
“Good night,” Wynter chimes and I can’t help but laugh. We’re finally where we were meant to be, even if it is in the midst of chaos.