Chapter 5 Six Inches Deep...Pt.2

His mouth crashed against mine again, harder this time, like now that I'd said yes, he didn't have to pretend to hold back. His tongue swept into my mouth, deep and demanding, stealing the last trace of air in my lungs, and I moaned into him, the sound muffled by the taste of him, a mix of whiskey, grief, and want.

My legs spread on instinct, hips rising to meet the thick pressure of him through his slacks, and he growled low in his throat when he felt how wet I was already through the thin lace of my panties.

"You're soaked," he muttered darkly, dragging his mouth down my neck and sucking just below my ear until I whimpered, thighs trembling. "Little slut, you were thinking about this at the damn funeral, weren't you?"

I should've said no, I should've denied it.

But I arched into his mouth instead, shameless.

His hand slid down, fingers curling into the waistband of my panties, and in one swift motion, he ripped them clean off, the sound of tearing fabric sending a fresh wave of heat between my legs. He tossed the ruined lace aside like trash, and then his fingers were between my thighs, parting me, stroking through my slick folds like he owned me, like he'd always owned me.

"You're fucking drenched," he growled, dragging his middle finger through my clit before slipping it inside me, slow and deep, curling it just right until my back arched off the bed, "And tight, too, this pussy's been untouched, hasn't it?"

"Yes," I gasped, clinging to his biceps as he added another finger, stretching me open, his thumb finding my clit and circling it with maddening precision, "Only for you."

And that statement did something to him.

His eyes darkened with primal gaze, and before I could even brace myself, he shoved my thighs apart again and dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, dragging me closer with both hands gripping under my thighs.

"So needy for daddy," he growled, his voice thick with hunger, and then his mouth was on me.....hot, wet, and ravenous.

His tongue flicked over my clit with maddening skill, slow at first, then faster, circling it and sucking just right, sending bolts of heat straight up my spine.

I gasped, my hips jerking, but he held me down, spreading me wider, his mouth sealed over my clit as he slipped two fingers back inside me, curling them perfectly as his tongue danced around that bundle of nerves like he'd mapped every inch of my body in his dreams.

I was moaning without shame now, legs trembling, toes folding as I writhed against his face. He groaned into my pussy, the vibration pushing me closer to the edge of my orgasm.

"Richard....fuck....please.....don't stop," I whimpered, and that only made him suck harder, flattening his tongue and licking me from base to clit in long, wet strokes that left me gasping.

But he wasn't done.

He pulled back only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses up my stomach, licking the sensitive skin just under my breasts, making me shiver. He didn't rush, he took his time, worshipping my body like it was sacred, like it was his possession.

When he reached my chest, he cupped my breasts in both hands, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples before his mouth closed around one. He sucked deep and slow, teeth grazing gently, while his other hand pinched and teased the other nipple until I was jerking off the bed, moaning his name like a prayer.

"You like that?" he murmured against my skin, dragging his tongue in lazy circles over the swollen peak.

"Yes.....god, yes...."

He sucked harder, switching to the other breast, his fingers sliding back down to rub my clit again, bringing me right to the edge with just his mouth and hands, I could barely breathe, or think, lost in the feel of him owning me piece by piece.

And then....

He pulled back just enough to look down at me, his lips wet, and eyes dark.

"You're ready now."

He let out a deep guttural groan, and yanked his belt open, the clink of the buckle sending a thrill down my spine. His pants hit the floor, followed by his boxers, and then he was over me again, bare and thick, his cock resting against my inner thigh, hot and hard and heavy.

My eyes widened when I looked down, he was big, thick enough to split me open. I swallowed hard, heart racing with both need and fear.

"You want it?" he asked, voice rough, his tip rubbing against my entrance.

I nodded, desperate. "Yes, yes, Richard."

"Then take it, you little whore."

He thrust in, slow but unrelenting, stretching me around every thick inch until I cried out, one hand digging into the sheets, the other clinging to his forearm. Pain flared first, he was too much, too thick, but it melted fast into a burning fullness that made my toes curl.

He didn't stop until he was buried to the hilt, balls pressed against my ass, chest heaving as he looked down at where we were joined.

"Look at you," he murmured, voice thick with awe and filth. "Taking my cock like a good little girl, this is mine now, you know that, right? It belongs to me."

"Yes," I whispered, dizzy with pleasure, "It's yours."

He began to move, slow at first, dragging almost all the way out before slamming back in, the force of his hips rocking the bed. Every thrust knocked the air from my lungs, each stroke harder, deeper, and filthier, until the room filled with the sound of skin slapping, gasps, moans, and the obscene wet sound of him sliding in and out of my soaking pussy.

My nails clawed down his back, leaving red marks he didn't even flinch at.

His hand slid under my knee, lifting my leg higher so he could angle even deeper, and when he hit that perfect spot, my vision blurred.

"Fuck....right there....don't stop...."

"Oh I'm not fucking stopping baby," he grunted, sweat dripping from his temple as he fucked into me like he had something to prove, "Not until you cum all over this cock, not until I ruin you."

And he did.

He slammed into that spot over and over until my moans turned into cries, until my legs shook and my core clenched so tight I couldn't breathe.

My orgasm slammed into me like a tidal wave, stealing everything, air, thought, and shame. I screamed his name as I shattered beneath him, nails digging into his skin, my walls fluttering around his thick cock.

"Fuck....that's it," he groaned, hips stuttering as he lost control. "I'm gonna cum inside you, fill you with my cum ."

"Yes," I gasped, too far gone to care. "Yes please....do it."

With a final deep thrust, he groaned my name and emptied himself inside me, his cock twitching with every pulse as he painted my walls with thick, hot cum. The warmth of it sent another shiver down my spine, my legs still trembling as I lay beneath him, wrecked and breathless, sweat-slicked and utterly ruined.

He collapsed beside me, his chest rising and falling like he'd run a mile, one arm slung across his eyes as we lay there in the silence that followed, bodies still tangled, his cum dripping slowly out of me onto the sheets.

It should've felt wrong, but it didn't.

It felt inevitable, like this was always going to happen.