When he pulled back he was met with a sudden force. She slapped him for kissing her.
“God damn it Gwen I was trying to say that I wanted you. Fuck.” Darrien’s eyes went to hers and they were glassy, filling with tears.
“And I just lost my lover and my parents I shouldn’t be some whore.” She shot at him
“You know what, I’m done. You flirt with me for weeks, you smile at me, and you treat me like you enjoy having me around. I’m out. You can deal with whatever is going on inside your head, Torrian is dead and mourning him like this and passing up life isn’t the way to honor his memory. He would have wanted you to move on, get over it. Not mourn him forever and let your life be gone along with his” He lobbed factual statements at her.
Darrien turned to leave; he needed air, to clear his head. Anything. He needed to get Gwen out of his head and his thoughts of her possibly being his for real. This was an assignment and he just pulled a rookie mistake. This was a job. He stretched his legs in taking long strides towards the door. That is when he heard her speak.
“Wait.”
He turned at her soft words and almost went on bended knee. All control was lost in that one instant.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Darrien was all male, his scent, his muscles; his green eyes alight with fire, and his glorious mouth. His mouth hard yet still tender and passionate against Gwen's while her hands explored the wide expanse of his chiseled chest. His hand finding its way into her soft curls, the other hand cupping her bottom lifting her against him. Gwen suddenly found her feet were off the ground and her back was against the wall, the cool surface connected with her warm body she arched against Darrien.
Darrien tried to speak his breath was ragged with the desire pulsating from within. "Gwen just tell me when to stop and I will." His lips hard against her, his hips gyrating his intent between his legs clear on what it wanted from her, demanding to be sprung from the jean locker it was being contained in.
"Oh God Darrien I want this," Gwen groaned loudly against his lips; "I need this"
Her moans setting Darrien on fire, he pins her safely against the wall. Darrien's hand slipped under her shirt and swiftly pulled it sending the buttons scattering to the floor, immediately his mouth found her neck kissing her soft flesh. Gwen’s body was charged and ready, aching, screaming for his. Her blood thumped and all she could hear was his and her body. Darrien’s body was already rigid with primal desire his powerful body claimed hers. Her body was responding to every caress from his.
Gwen’s moans bubbled from her throat creating more throbbing for Darrien’s. How many times had he dreamed of this very thing happening? He’d lost track weeks ago he tried to bury the thoughts during the day, but at night the dreams belonged to her. Gwen’s body against his felt so right, his breath was rapid and shallow. He didn’t know where to start. She was a buffet and he was a starving maniac at this point. His arm snaked behind her back, pulling her petite frame against his much larger one, Darrien made sure his arms supported her, his hands still around her tight round ass, she had instinctually already wrapped her legs around him. He felt himself torn at keeping her against the wall and taking her roughly as he needed or doing what he felt was right and owed to her after all the hardships she had faced these last few months, he moved swiftly the delicious friction of their bodies rubbing together as he moved was almost too much.
When he laid her down he drew himself back. Appreciating her soft curves, the ample swell of her breasts, he steadied his breath before speaking, containing the desperation to take her immediately which was threatening to take over with every second that passed between them.
“Gwen, I’m going to make you cry for me tonight.” He spoke.
With those words Darrien’s left hand trapped her wrists above her head, his mouth moved swiftly capturing hers before she could utter a word of dismay about not being able to touch him. He was a true fanatic when it came to her, her sweet taste making his hips pulse against her. His zipper scraping against his sex, his desire wasn’t curbed by the sweet lick of pain he felt, it only charged him. His lips moved from her mouth, when he heard Gwen delicately grunt he laid his free hand against her stomach.
“Don’t worry Gwen, its no where near over.” Again his green eyes lit up with promise.
With his final words uttered for the time being, he nuzzled her neck, she willingly obliged him and moved her neck, giving her free reign to her neck and shoulders. He continued to kiss every sensitive spot on her body. Darrien was praising the Gods that this woman beneath him was letting him take her, he was able to touch and give her what they both needed. Without another second passing his mouth sealed around her nipple, her body bucked against his, he chuckled darkly knowing she was enjoying herself made him move that much closer to his own release. His skilled tongue swirled around the tight bud that was her erect, reddened nipple. Her whimpers intensified, he peeked up at her face, it was sublime and her hands were in her hair pulling it herself, he almost lost it. She was seeking just what he was and she was magnificent in her pursuit. His teeth gently applied pressure while his mouth started to suckle at her tender flesh.
“Oh Darrien! Don’t you dare stop this” Gwen’s moans grew louder. She was writhing in her desire for more of him.
Anticipation made everything more intense. Darrien watched her buck wildly against him with each draw at her nipple. When he released her nipple and moved to show her other some attention, his free hand quickly moved to massage the freed breast, his movements slow and deliberate, his mouth was hot and hard. Darrien tested and teased the second breast, while his hand started with the other using pinches, strokes, and multitudes of passionate grabs. When he heard Gwen simply call his name, and her eyes rolled back in her head he knew she was coming closer to her climax, he backed off, slowing his hand and taking his mouth off of her breast.
He simply mused at her, “Not so fast, you’re not coming for me now”
He knew she was truly in control she could have said now and he would have done anything to pleasure her. He was enthralled beyond any measure he knew. Darrien lapped his tongue down her body, his lips kissing right above and below her belly button, he noted she had a tiny scar, she had her belly button pierced at one point, he liked that, but still he concentrated on what he needed to do for her now.
Darrien’s body shifted and lowered onto the bed. He spread Gwen’s legs, feeling attuned to her, he looked for any sign of resistance or unsure. If he wasn’t on the bed he would have fallen off of the bed, her eyes were positively glowing, full of emotion and it was for him. He didn’t know how to handle it, but he never wanted that fire to disappear from her eyes. His lips traced circles on her thighs, his tongue making slight appearances as he came closer to her burning core. The heat rolled off of Gwen in waves, hitting against Darrien’s chest making him feel weak against her feminine powers.
Gwen’s legs began to scissor against the sheets, she was about to implode from the attention Darrien was showing her body. Her back was arching and spasms were hitting faster than she could moan for more. Her mind was lost in the thralls of the passion. She yearned to touch Darrien’s rippled body. Every time her hands moved he would move them back above her head, she settled that in the craze of passion she would tug at her own hair the pressure of pleasure and pain corrupting her body, never again would she feel this much, this strongly, or this amazingly good in the presence of another human that wasn’t Darrien. Darrien’s tongue was rough, yet gentle against her soft flesh, his tongue asking the question and his mouth answering instinctively. She was going wild and there was no way to stop now. This was the point of no return and if he went farther she would be ruined to everyone else.
Darrien’s tongue finally got to the heated center between Gwen’s legs, he glanced up again, still Gwen was in a perfect state of bliss, his erection throbbed it ached to be where his mouth was going. Gently his tongue parted his lips and licked at her female flesh, a growl almost came from
within, the taste of her electrified his body; every hair was at attention as was his sex. She bucked against him and her juices tasted sweet almost like the sweetest honey known to man, but not as thick. He instantly dove deeper, his tongue started to swirl against her throbbing clitoris. Darrien felt Gwen’s hands in his hair immediately. The moans ripped from her throat told him not to stop, there was no hesitation, and he sucked the pink nub into his mouth, his lips on fire. Gently he pulled and licked at it, Gwen started to scream for more. He moved his hands to her thighs, massaging between her hips and thighs, he held her still so his mouth could work on her.
Tension coiled in his muscles he ached to take her five ways from Sunday but he held his composure and kept his erotic tease up at this point he didn’t know who was more enthralled. she pulled his head harder. Darrien’s response to her tugging was to lap lower, his tongue slipped inside her slick core. Her sharp inhale was followed by her moans restarting, her arched back raised to a new level and his arm slipped under her, the angle allowed his tongue to reach deeper inside of her. Her nails scraped his scalp; he rolled his tongue inside of her before withdrawing it and returning to the instant gratification of her swollen clit. It was on fire when he returned, her body trembled as his tongue went to work trilling, rolling, sucking, nibbling, licking. Darrien was a madman seeking her release.
Gwen was in a state of shock, the release is so close, and the orgasm was throbbing in her head. Darrien’s orders had her clamping down on it, preventing it. The roars of desire and pleasure the only thing that was made sense to her in that moment; Darrien’s body between her legs their hearts beat as one. Her body pulsated up to be closer to his, his scent intoxicating her to the point of near delirium. Gwen didn’t know how much longer she could hold on, his control over her adding to the erotic rush she feels between her legs.
Darrien watched Gwen’s movements start to become more erratic and her heart beat harder in her chest. The faces of sublime pleasure she made were enough to make his resolve crumble, he fought the desire to spring his erection free and dove harder between her legs. His mouth did not let up, and her hands tightened in his hair. Slowly Darrien raised his hand, drawing circles on her thigh, moving closer to her core; gently he used one finger to push past Gwen’s soft, soaking folds. His finger went around the outside of her opening; his attempt to keep his breathing level was a true labor. Darrien’s finger slipped past her opening, and probed into her deepest zones. When Gwen gasped and started begging for more, he teased her by sucking onto her clit harder and his finger stills inside of her. Her whimpers of protest were ignored and his mouth slowed down, just to show his control.
“No!” Gwen sounded alarmed at the thought of Darrien stopping.
“I’m not stopping baby.” He dove back down assaulting her tongue with rough strokes and sucks, he slid a second finger into Gwen and starts to thrust, using his shoulder for extra leverage to ensure he’s deep and pleasuring her. He twists his hand around finding her sweet spot, he knew he found it when her entire body jerked off of the bed and her hips bucked against his hand.
“That’s it baby” he said feeling cocky.
“Darrien! Oh God don’t stop…” Gwen’s voice failed her as Darrien started to thrust harder into her. Gwen’s body went rigid and she held onto him like he was a life preserver in the middle of the sea. Her voice came back as her orgasm crashed down on her, the first one in so long it felt like her first. Her entire body quivered around his talented fingers, but he didn’t stop, he fed off of her orgasm. Darrien’s fingers and tongue worked in unison, she was unable to stop her release, and her core coated him with her warmest juices.
While he was watching Gwen’s face during her orgasm Darrien almost exploded himself. She was pure beauty, reigning down upon him. Her will was his command. He wanted to make sure she was fully pleasured so he continued to pump into her, relentless. His fingers rubbed and tapped the spot while his hips pressed against the mattress simulating his thrusts into her. He was completely cranked. Her splendid nude figure was wrapped around him, every inch of her covered in sweat and he caused it. Finally he dipped his tongue inside her again tasting all of her juices. He made a small grumbling sound of approval. He was nowhere near done, he still wanted to pleasure her a thousand more times before he would seek his own release because otherwise he felt he was being selfish to her.
Gwen trembled from the collision with her orgasm, she was riding Darrien’s hand as he forced her to work through the orgasm, and her mind was solely on him. God what she wanted to do to him, for him and with him. When her body stopped jerking from the pleasure she experienced her lips crushed to his, tasting herself on his lips plump deep pink lips. She instantly craved more again. Their bodies melded together so tight that there was no space between them. Gwen pulled him down with her against the bed, her hips cradled against his, she could feel his hot erection against her abdomen, a little scared she inhaled deeply, all she could smell was him. Again, she wanted every inch of him, their lips synchronizing and their hands explore each other, her hands greedily take in his strong arms, every muscle taught from holding himself above her.
“Darrien I need you.” She kissed his chest with each word. Her desire grew with each second he was above her, she had a knot in her stomach, she wasn’t used to it but she never wanted the feeling to end.
Darrien held himself over Gwen; her words made him swell with the desire he felt before he even touched her. He gripped himself rubbing the blunt head of his shaft over her entire dripping core. She was hot and ready for him. He drew in a sharp breath and started to push himself forward, making his circles with his shaft he felt exactly where his mouth had just been. He took another breath and slowly started to push forward sheathing himself slowly within her core.
“Fuck” He had to stay still; her soft center feels so amazing his groan continued, “goddamn you feel amazing baby girl.”
Gwen’s moaned reply was enough for him to push the rest of the way in; Darrien was connected to her to the hilt. He began to rotate; he made deep circles with his hips, he kept them deep because of the response he got from her body, then withdrew partially just to tease her. Darrien listened to Gwen’s breathing as it picked backed up and her eyes dilated. He filled her every inch, he could feel her walls stretch around him, just as she could feel his length move inside of her, his blunt head began to hit her most sensitive spot, her walls quivered around him with promise of more passion and another release.
Darrien kept going he was relentless against her body. His angles changed again, hips pulsing forward and the muscles in his ass were tight, his toes clenched. Every time Gwen opened her mouth to moan or to direct him he became even more aroused. She was quickly becoming his reason to exist. He pushed deep and slow into her every ridge driving him closer to going over the edge. He slowed again dangerously close to orgasm, his forehead rested against hers, both of them covered in sweat.
“I thought I said don’t stop” Gwen’s words were raspy, ragged with desire and passion single tears were forming at the corner of her eyes, passionate tears were leaking and he was causing them, his heart was singing in satisfaction.
“Gwen … this,” he circled his hips inside of her, “has me so close I am about to burst and I want to make sure you’re going to cum with me.”
“You have had me on the edge since you started, I want you to cum with me, I’m so close too.” She was on the verge of whining for him.
Gwen’s words lit him up like a firecracker. He was soon pounding into her as hard as he could, deep, fast, possessing, and every movement even more deliberate than the last. He grunted loudly as he thrust, his balls tightened.
“Gwen…” Darrien says in warning of how close he is to his eruption.
“Just let go Darrien.”
His name on her lips made him growl and thrust again, he was seeking his release, his hand reached down to massage her clitoris again, her gasp was music to his ears, and he kept going. Gwen’s walls ti
ghtened around his shaft, his explosion was imminent. Gwen screamed out his name and her nails raked down his back. He thrust one more time before he started to spill into her his mouth began to pepper kisses along her neck and chest claiming more of her body, his thrusts became deep and slow, just like the groan of pure pleasure he bellows out.
Gwen’s release was just as potent as her first. She was unable to make a sound that she could discern so her nails scored his back and her whole body locked around Darrien’s, her walls quivered around his large sex that invaded the softest part of hers. She was utterly lost in the magnificence of his muscles that twitched while in the throes of orgasm, and the face he made when he let himself go, the strain of pleasure taking him. Her release hit her hard, they came together and she held onto him keeping him inside of her. She could not believe she had experienced two orgasms, she had had orgasms before but there was a big difference.
The sex was potent the scent lingered in the room. Darrien collapsed next to Gwen on the bed still breathing hard from the sex. He still felt he could run a marathon and still be able to give her more. They laid in silence; the only sound was their labored breathing slowly returning to normal. Gwen fell asleep, her legs felt like gelatin and every hunger had been sated. Darrien stayed awake and watched her sleep for a while before he too drifted off keeping one arm protectively around her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Kody knew a well place source was a good investment and this one actually paid off. He was in New Orleans, the drive was long and boring the only thought that got him through was the fact he would soon have his woman again. The car he boosted was an older Lincoln, it was a box but inconspicuous in this area of New Orleans. He debated about checking into a motel before going to find his woman at her hotel, his cock demanded that he find her first, that bitch Rina had barely taken the edge off of him fuck he had to think of Gwen doing it just to get off. She deserved to swallow his entire being. He turned the lights off in the Lincoln and let it roll to a stop. He was in the alley behind the hotel, casually he got out of the car and tested the nearby service entrance and some fool had left it open and wasn’t that perfect for him.
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