Greedy: Chapter 9

I try really fucking hard to calm down, not wanting to be dramatic, but I hate his name on her pretty fucking lips, especially after he told me to stay away from her. I hate that he even dated her, that he even got to see her fucking body under him. It’s not that I’m mad that she fucked other people before me, but I hate that she fucked that guy, a guy who treated her like shit, a guy that could never deserve someone like her.

I take the rest of my clothes off before I climb over her body, needing her mouth against mine, needing to feel her again, needing her close so that I don’t actually get pissed, not wanting her to see that side of me. She opens her legs for me, giving me easy access to her.

I want her so fucking badly. I thought when this used to all be a fantasy, that I would enjoy fucking her, but I feel fucking feral. I would have continued to eat her out if I thought she would go for it. We will get there, where she is most comfortable with me between her legs, but right now, I know that isn’t the case. She is nervous about taking too long, about not being able to cum, so I decided not to push my luck after the second orgasm, even though I fully intend to make her cum on my cock at least once before we leave this bed.

She snakes her arm down our bodies, her hand warm against my skin while she grazes over my chest, forcing me to hold back a groan. She teases me, moving too fucking slowly, looking me right in the eyes while she drives me up a fucking wall. Her hand finally connects with my cock, just barely, her palm grazing just the tip, making me close my eyes, the sensation already too much. I don’t know how the fuck I’m going to last when I’m finally inside of her.

“Let me suck your cock,” she whispers, her voice light, breathy, as her hand starts to explore my erection, her fingers finally closing around it. She gives it a single pump, and I see stars in my fucking eyes. I try not to cum, I really do, but then she pumps again, and I can’t fucking do it.

“Fuck,” I mutter, my voice coming out between my clenched teeth as streams of cum leak out of my cock, covering her stomach in the sticky liquid. My eyes close as the euphoria takes over, my entire body ridged, my cock desperate for more already, more for anything she is willing to give me.

My eyes finally open again and I look down at her, my body coming down after the high, trying my best to read her face for a reaction to my spontaneous cum, and her face shocks me. I expected her to be a little uncomfortable, a little shy about the whole thing, wishing I would have been able to last longer before I actually came, but she looks at me with such desire, such hunger, such desperate need that I wasn’t expecting. I raise my eyebrows, my heart rate finally coming back down.

“That was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me,” she says, her voice hoarse, so fucking desperate, so fucking greedy. “You were that turned on just by eating me out?” she asks, her voice sounding as if she doesn’t believe it, as if it doesn’t make sense.

“Olivia, I have been thinking about how to get my head between your legs for months. I almost came when you did the second time. I was hanging on by a fucking thread. I always seem to be hanging on by a fucking thread around you,” I admit, putting all of my cards on the table, not even fucking caring, wanting her to know how badly I have wanted her, how often I have thought about this, about the two of us together, about the two of us in bed, sex soaking the air.

“So then…” she says, hesitating. She bites her lip, looking at me with a mischievous look in her eyes. “You’re the greedy one, huh?” she says with a small smile, proud of her joke, and I laugh, a real laugh, the entire thing breaking the tension.

“With you? I’ll always be fucking greedy,” I murmur my lips connecting with her, desperate for more, desperate to finally be inside of her. My cock is already starting to harden again in between us, still resting in the pool of cum sitting on her stomach. I know she feels it too, the desperation, because she wraps her legs around me, the perfect invitation to fuck her senseless. I take off her panties, not wanting to waste another moment, while she takes off her bra, leaving both of us completely naked and ready for each other.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask, kissing down her neck while I wait for an answer, not wanting a second to go by without my mouth on her skin.

“I’m on birth control,” she says, the meaning of other words hitting me all at once, my balls literally aching to cum inside of her, to watch my cum leak out of her pretty little cunt, the proof of what happened today right there in front of us.

“Jesus Christ, you’re gonna fucking kill me.” I lift off her body a few inches, just enough so that I can line up the tip of my cock with her entrance, not giving her the relief she wants just yet.

I kiss her neck, running the tip of my cock over her clit and then back down to her cunt, teasing her until she is writhing against me, so fucking desperate for me that she is panting beneath me.

“After I fuck you, I’m not going to let you go, greedy girl,” I mutter against her neck, my kisses slowly turning into bites, the urge to mark her becoming stronger and stronger, to see the proof of her pleasure across her body, the proof of my pleasure across her body. I want her to walk around with the proof of what we shared tonight, for the entire world to see, for Greg to see.

“Good,” she whispers, her voice shy and reserved, but it is enough confirmation for me that she wants this, that she feels the same way I do, that she has been waiting for this too, thinking about it when she is alone at night, that she can’t imagine this ending after just one night together.

I stop the teasing, both of us too fucking desperate to push this off any longer, something that has been in the works for so fucking long. I line my cock up to the entrance of her cunt, lifting my body so I am looking at her dead in the eye when I finally fuck her, my cock entering her so fucking slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size, and giving myself time to keep myself from cumming a second time, one after another.

She is so fucking tight, so fucking warm, that it is fucking hard not to cum right away, my cock pulsing inside of her. I pull out again, looking down at my cock as it comes out wet, before sliding back into her, not giving either of us any more time to waste this, to go slow, not anymore. I can’t handle another minute without fucking her the way I have imagined for the past few months.

I fuck her, with my cum still on her stomach, the sticky mess making it harder and harder to keep my next orgasm away, the fact that I have already marked her, already claimed her, pushing me toward the edge. I fuck her with everything I have, going from zero to a hundred, needing us to be closer, to be able to feel every fucking piece of her, to let myself just fall into her, her body consuming mine and vis versa.

I bend down to kiss her, my lips crashing down on hers, our tongues colliding, my mouth catching all of her moans, saving them for just my ears only.

“Jesus fuck,” she mutters into my mouth, my pace fucking relentless. My hips thrust fast, my cock fucking her quickly and hard, only giving her a second in between each thrust before I’m slamming back inside again. I want to cherish her, but that will have to happen another time because right now, we are both too fucking greedy to wait any longer, too desperate to give each other another inch. We waited too long for any more teasing.

I finally lift from our kiss, needing to see her face, needing to see her bliss while I fuck her with everything I have. She holds her legs up, allowing my cock deeper, the feeling of her all around me making my fucking eyes roll to the back of my head, pleasure running up my spine, my entire body consumed by her.

I rest all of my weight on one of my arms, needing her to cum because I know I’m not going to be able to hang on much longer. I slide my hand between our bodies, staring at her the entire time, not letting our eyes break apart for a second, neither of us wanting to miss a moment with each other.

I rub her clit with my fingers while fucking her, the sound of our bodies smacking together filling the room. I feel completely consumed by her. She is the only thing I can pay attention to, the only thing taking up any space in my mind right now.

“Oh my god, you’re going to make me fucking cum,” she says, her bliss obvious on her face, her eyebrows scrunched together in focus, the shock on her face that she would be able to cum another time evident, but I don’t stop, not caring if she thinks she can there or not, because I know I want another orgasm out of her, and honestly if I want it, I’m going to fucking get it.

I’m so close to losing it, close enough that I start to doubt if she is actually going to cum on my cock before I cum inside of her, but I keep my pace, desperate to give it my all before my body just fucking gives out on me, and at the last second I feel her tighten around my cock, her body convulsing around me.

“Yes, yes, cum on my cock, greedy fucking girl,” my voice challenging and encouraging her in equal measure. I stare at her, not wanting to miss a fucking moment while she lets me have complete control over her body, letting me demand pleasure from her, letting me coax orgasms from her body as I please.

“I’m cumming,” she says, her moans filling the room, and I fall right with her, unable to hang on any longer. Pleasure wraps its way around my spine as my balls drain into her cunt, while she arches her back off the bed, her orgasm taking her over too. We are both lost in the pleasure, wanting to witness each other’s orgasms but too wrapped up in our own to pay attention to anything other than the burning white pleasure running through us.

We come down slowly, the entire night feeling like a fucking wet dream. I’m sweaty and sticky and utterly exhausted. I slump next to her, taking her in my arms instantly, needing to be close to her. Her head rests against my chest, and we just breathe together for a second, both trying to catch our breath, both seemingly needing a second to just exist in the moment.

“Well, that was better than I thought it was going to be,” she says on an exhale, still panting, my cum probably dripping out of her cunt, the thought making my cock grow hard again. I push the thought away, wanting to clean Olivia up more than I want another round.

“Yeah, I’d say so,” I reply with a laugh, looking down at her, a small smile taking over both of our faces. It feels like we don’t even need to talk, that we both already know where this is going, that this isn’t going to end tonight, but I still want to hear the words, still want the reassurance that this wasn’t a one-night thing because I’m starting to realize it was never a one-night thing for me.

“I meant what I said, though. I’m not walking away from this, not when I thought about it for so fucking long,” I say, my voice low, a little unsure. My heart beats in my chest, still fast from exertion, and I focus on that while I wait for her to reply, not wanting to face the nerves stirring inside of me at the thought that she doesn’t feel the same way I do. Maybe I should have been smarter and waited to let myself fall for her until I knew she felt the same way, but I didn’t care. I wanted her for so fucking long, that I dove head first, too desperate to appreciate the time we had together to worry about holding myself back.

“Okay,” she says, her voice quiet, but I can still hear the smile in it, the confirmation that she does feel the same, that I’m not losing my mind. I pull her closer to me, knowing we are both going to need some sleep if we want to get to the rest of the things I had planned for us tonight. “We need to finish fucking our way through the apartment anyway,” she jokes, looking up at me with a smile and a little bit of promise.

“I’m gonna fuck you on every inch of this world, greedy girl,” I mutter, feeling her head connect with my chest again, the comfort of having her near just enough to make my eyes start to feel drowsy, sleep tugging at me, but instead of falling asleep thinking about a woman I can’t have, I fall asleep with her in my arms, finally fucking content.