Marrying my high school bully

Melissa

His lips were warm and soft, locked against mine. After two years, I finally had him all to myself and it felt just perfect.

He kissed me back desperately, his tongue sliding into my mouth as we both fought for control. I knew that I’d soon relinquish my control because that was the only way to get the pleasure I desired, but it didn’t hurt to have a little fun, right?

His fingers trailed to my ass cheek, then he squeezed it hard like he had been waiting to do that all day. I wanted to torture him as well so I reached for his shaft which felt like a rock in my hands, and teased the tip from his pants.

He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with pure lust as he panted heavily and secretly, I was glad that I wasn’t the only one affected. “Do you want this?” His deep growl sent sparks down to my walls which were soaked with my proof of my need for him.

“Touch this,” I ordered softly, guiding his

hand to my drenched panties.

He groaned when his hand found my slick nub, but my moan overshadowed his groans when he began to tease me through my underwear.

“You’re wet for me, Mamacita.” He stated, his thumb making little circles around my little lips.

I nodded, my eyes shut tightly as my fingers dug into his shirt.

“Do you want to know what will happen tonight?” He breathed against my ear.

I shook my head and my eyes fluttered open. “Yes… I do.” I whispered.

His fingers slithered towards my wet hole, then his middle finger tapped it slowly while his other hand cupped my breast through the fabric of my dress.

“I’m going to give you countless orgasms with my fingers, my tongue, and my dick until you forget your name. You will writhe under me in pleasure while screaming my name because you can’t get enough of me. Do you want that?” He bit my ear and I rewarded him with a moan. “That wasn’t clear.”

“Yes…” I slurred and then he plunged his finger into me, thrusting in slowly while he took off my dress.

“Good. And I’m going to do this too.” His lips closed around my sensitive areola which he gave a painless bite.

My body vibrated as I dug into my hair, writhing just as he wanted. I missed Dexter, but I’d underestimated how much I wanted him. Being with him and having him pleasure me in my living room was divine.

The only thing that mattered.

The intense stare he fixed on me was mesmerizing and it heightened the sensations that surged through me. I was on a different kind of high and after two years, I realized that I was still addicted.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“Dexter… Can… You…” The words remained stuck in my throat as he added another finger, filling me up while his thumb stroke my overly aroused clit.

With his lips doing wonders on my breast, and his ministrations on my pussy, I knew that I wasn’t far from giving off an exhilarating release.

I arched my waist closer, hoping that he got the memo and stopped teasing me, and fortunately, he pitied me as his strokes became faster and harder. I couldn’t get enough so I kept rotating my hips until we got to the crescendo and then my body erupted like a volcano.

He continued to draw out my release, pinching my swollen clit which vibrated as he caressed it until my body became lax again.

“Dexter,” I called without any reason while he smirked in satisfaction.

“That’s the first one and I’m not done yet.”

I shivered in anticipation as he spread my thighs, propping both of them against the floor while he knelt in front of me. I wondered if he would recognize my body by merely looking at it.

After all, I only changed my face without tampering with the remaining parts of my body, and if he suspected that my body looked like that of Lorraine’s, I’d be done for.

“Wait!” I jerked away from him immediately and clamped my thighs together.

He remained on his knees, his smirk growing wider than before. “Are you scared of what my tongue is going to do to you?”

That wasn’t my reason but what excuse could I give, because as much as I wanted to be careful, the urge to have him eat me was too good to pass up on.

“I don’t know…”

He sat beside me and leaned so close that I wouldn’t be able to run away. “We are both adults, Melissa, and I know you’re scared of commitment, but I’m not going to talk you into being my girlfriend because I don’t think I want that myself.”

My heart split into two at his words, but I shouldn’t expect more, right? He was still mad at me(Lorraine) because of what Emilia did and he had a child to think of.

Maybe I should focus on my revenge and stop expecting too much from him. We were both having fun and if I couldn’t have the whole of him to myself, I could at least permit myself some pleasure.

“I understand.”

He sighed and held my hands. “Tonight is going fine already and I’m so happy to be here even without the sex. If you don’t want us to go further, I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

I shook my head vehemently, surprising myself. “I don’t want you to keep your hands to yourself. I want you, do you want me back?” I searched his eyes for rejection but I found none.

He chuckled and led my hands to his length just like I did before. It was still as hard, if not harder than when I first touched it. “Is this enough answer?”

I smiled, biting my lower lips. “Then do what you want.” I spurred him on.

He didn’t need to be told twice as he returned to his previous kneeling position, and then he spread my legs gently. My insides clenched with need as his lips drew closer to my pussy and when he finally touched it, I realized that it was all I needed.

He sucked me desperately, his tongue lapping off the wet juices I eagerly produced. He groaned while at it, his teeth grazing my nub.

I pulled his hair, needing something to keep me on the edge. His fingers held my ass cheeks to ransome and the combination of his rough squeeze and his intense suck brought me to another orgasm.

The second is greater and longer than the first. My breath became uneven as my body shuddered to the remnants of my release.

“I think I should pay you back,” I suggested when he began to take off his pants.

Amidst my daze, I still helped to unbutton his shirt and when it came off, my eyes locked with the bracelet I gave him. The fact that he still had it gave me hope, and it strengthened my resolve to bring those criminals that separated him from me to book.

A few seconds later, his clothes were tossed aside to different parts of the room.

He lowered his body to mine, planting kisses all over my tense body and gradually, I relaxed. His fingers found my pussy which he caressed until I was overcome with undiluted desire again.

I wrapped my thighs around him, encouraging him to dive in. He guided his huge length to my entrance and slid in till my walls were filled with nothing but his huge shaft.

“Ahhhh!” I screamed when he made his first thrust.

He pulled out till he was out, then plunged in again. His thrusts came in hard and rough like he was trying to make a claim.

I enjoyed it as I rocked my hips against his waist. His thrust went deeper, hitting a sweet spot that made my body hum with pleasure.

His balls slapped hard on the crook of my ass as he fucked me hard and rough. Dirty words flew out of my lips while he steadied my shaky body with his firm hands on my thighs.

“Dexter, please, don’t stop fucking me!” I cried in desperation.

He chuckled, biting my earlobe and whispering sweet words into my ear. “I love how hot and slick your pussy is for me, and your scent is refreshing and addictive. I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.” He rumbled with a dirty tone and I nodded to everything he said.

I was close to my release as he drove further inside of me, his tip furiously grazing my sweet spot. His groans became uneven, the same as his thrusts.

“I’m almost-” My words stopped halfway as a ball of pleasure pushed through my walls.

With a guttural groan, he sputtered his hot semen inside of me with his body jerking uncontrollably. I thought my craving would be satisfied after this, but it had only increased and knowing what it meant, I’d have to stay away from him.

He kissed me briefly, his expression filled with satisfaction as his fingers raked through my disheveled hair.

“We didn’t use a condom,” I informed him after a brief silence.

He shrugged like it was nothing. “Well, I’m clean if that’s what you’re scared of.” Then he faced me with his eyes lit up in realization. “You could be-”

“Don’t worry about that. I can’t get pregnant if that’s what you’re scared of.”

I got up, my limbs shaking due to the aftermath of our passionate lovemaking. The thrills of pleasure had faded off and my ugly reality set in, filling me with disappointment.