Finding Faith by Ysabel Wilde Page B

panties feeling the wetness he’d help create.
    For the first time since he told me not to cry, he pulled away from our impassioned kiss and spoke into my ear with a sex riddled rasp, “I need to feel your soaked pussy. I won’t be satisfied feeling you through these panties and you won’t either. I want to lick your juices off my fingers.”
    I convulsed at his words. My forehead fell onto his shoulder and I let the extreme feelings take over. If it wasn’t already dark in the room I would have been in the dark anyway. I was on the verge of blacking out from euphoria and he’d hardly done anything to me. The only reasoning I could surmise behind the extreme sensations was because I had denied them the first time in my condo. Why did I do that again? Oh,right, he needs someone better.
    “I let you get away once, Faith, I won’t let it happen again.”
    His hand trailed through my slit and two of his fingers found me. He pumped them in and out, making me wetter than I already was, finger fucking any coherent thought I could have right out of my head. I couldn’t even remember where we were I was so captured in him.
    The next thing I was aware of my pants were pulled down and I was on the edge of the counter. In one swift motion he removed my shoes and pants the rest of the way, parting my legs farther so he could gain better access.
    He started on the inside of my thigh licking and biting his way up to his final goal. Once he was where he wanted to be, he kissed my pussy like he kissed my mouth. His tongue slipped up and down my slit, stopping at my clit, sucking me into his mouth and applying steady pressure until I was thrashing. That magic tongue of his circled it, making it throb for more than what he was giving me, dipping into my cunt to tease me some more.
    “Shit, John. Why did you do this to me?” I said between sharp breaths, gripping a handful of his sandy brown hair as his head kept moving between my legs. “We shouldn’t be..”
    He dipped into my soaked pussy again, making me lose my train of thought.
    “I have to taste you. I can’t get enough. All I’ve wanted since the other night is you,” he said as he kept up his torturous motions, making me grind into him.
    His hot breath caused the sensitive nerves on my clit to tingle more. I was on the brink. If he kept this up I would scream bloody murder and security was sure to show up. How would I explain that?
    When I thought I couldn’t take anymore he stopped. I took some slow, deep breaths. The only noise that could be heard was the processor.
    My head started to come back down to this atmosphere until I heard his zipper. “Oh fuck, John. Are you trying to kill me?” I smoothed down the hair that had come out of the pony, not really sure how else to react. Surely he wasn’t going to fuck me here. I already came.
    The head of his cock rubbed my clit. I was ready to come from that soft movement. Still running his thick head against me, he spread my cum to make sure I was ready.
    Giving me a hard kiss again I could taste myself on his tongue.
    He sunk his thick cock into my slick opening slowly. First he put the head in and stood there not moving. A grunt passed from his mouth to mine. When I let out a moan he gave one fast thrust and was grinding up to me. He felt too good.
    Through gritted teeth he said, “This time it’s going to be fast, Faith, because I need it, I need you. I won’t leave here satisfied if I don’t.”
    I didn’t want to refuse him. Even though I knew we shouldn’t do it, I wanted him to be happy.
    He was thick and warm, filling the void I didn’t think could be filled. I couldn’t keep the connection of our mouths. Pulling away I leaned back, resting my head and shoulders on the wall as I watched him through heavy lids. His jaw was tense, his neck straining causing the vein to make an appearance, tempting me to rub my tongue along it. Trying to hold back my screams, I bit the corner of my bottom lip, still focusing