My right hand that’s stroking my cock freezes at the pained look on Teagan’s face after she whimpered while getting back in bed.
“Your ass sore?” I ask, even though the answer is obvious based on all of those marks on it.
She nods and whispers softly, “So sore.”
Fuck.
I knew I went too far, hit her too many times. Her ass cheeks look sunburnt – if the sun actually burned flesh in long, angry red lines.
The last thing I need is her going and telling or showing some nosy friend who encourages her to go to the police and report me for beating her. The fact that she fingered herself the whole time probably would never be mentioned.
Cursing again, this time out loud, I tell her, “Lie on your stomach. I’ll go get some ice and aloe.” Reluctantly, I roll out of bed and pull on my boxer briefs to tuck my aching cock away. I’ve waited ten years to fuck a woman again, I can be patient.
“Really? Thank you so much,” she says sweetly as I stomp out to the kitchen.
I fill up a Ziplock bag with big cubes of ice from the refrigerator’s dispenser, then head back to the bedroom to get the lotion from the bathroom cabinet.
By the time I get back to my room, Teagan has taken off her leather jacket and is lying completely naked on her stomach, her arms tucked under her head facing the bathroom, showing off the tattoos on her ribs, the sleeve of roses and…clock faces down her arm. Her body is lean and sexy, skin ivory other than her red ass cheeks and dark tattoos. There’s a hint of side boob peeking out above the light, mostly just outlined flower vine tattoo along her ribs and I…
“Fuck!” I exclaim, reaching up to rub where my forehead rammed into the bathroom doorframe because I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.
“Are you okay?” Teagan asks, going up on her hands and knees, her heavy tits swaying underneath her. God, I want to mount her from behind, just like that, and fuck her so goddamn hard.
That was my whole plan last night too, and it somehow went all to hell.
“I’m fine! Lay back down!” I tell her before I duck into the bathroom to grab the lotion, pushing those thoughts away because her ass is too sore to be pounding against it until it heals up some more.
A knot on my head is the least I deserve for hurting her so badly.
I find the lotion, and then I’m back up on the bed, straddling the lower half of Teagan’s closed, outstretched legs. It’s odd how small she looks in this position, with one of my thighs nearly as thick as her waist on either side of her. She’s small and dainty, fragile, and I injured her without a thought other than my own selfish whims.
Pulling one ice cube out of the bag, I rub it over the top welt on her right cheek first, planning to work my way down.
“Mmm, that feels better already,” she says from below me.
“Yeah?” I ask.
“Uh-huh. Can you go a little lower?”
“I was getting there,” I snap, knowing she means the purplish area.
One after another, I ice the welts, unable to believe I hit her so many times.
I consider apologizing to her, but my pride swallows it down. Besides, I did warn her.
“I should’ve done this last night…” I finally say.
“I fell asleep,” Teagan replies. “And it wasn’t so bad last night. At least not after how good you licked me.”
My cock twitches in my boxer briefs at the reminder of tasting her.
The ice cube in my hand starts to melt a little, causing tiny rivers of water to run right down the crease of her ass.
“Sorry if I leave a wet spot on your sheets,” she says, making me groan because I want to make wet spots with her all over this goddamn bed.
Before I even know what I’m doing, I’m sliding my knees further down her legs so I can lean down and lap up one line of moisture between her ass cheeks followed by another.
“God, that feels so good,” Teagan moans.
I want to spread her cheeks wide for better access, but don’t dare touch them with my hands. No, I just work my tongue down in between her ass crack.
“Mmm, lower. Please,” she begs at the same time she spreads her legs wider for me.
I know exactly where she wants my mouth, but first, I pop the ice into it and make her wait.
“Marcus?” she asks.
“Give me a few more seconds,” I tell her as I run a fingertip over her pussy lips, making her squirm.
When the ice has my tongue good and cold, I get into the commando crawl position and attack her pussy with it.
“OH GOD!” Teagan exclaims as she tries to move away.
“Bring that pussy back here,” I growl, making her laugh.
I clamp both of my palms forcefully around her slender upper thighs to hold her in place so I can keep working my tongue through her slit, thrusting up into her cunt, and then working her clit with just the tip. She seems to love that trick the most.
Her hips bounce even in my grip, and then she’s up on her hands and knees again, making it impossible for me to get a good angle.
“Please, I need…”
“I know exactly what you need,” I assure her as I resolve the problem by rolling to my back.
“God, yes, Marcus!” she cries out as she begins to ride my face, bucking and screaming as I chase her clit above me. When I find it, I flick my tongue over it hard and fast. Her screams turn into sobs, then her thighs are trembling in my hands on either side of my head as her body bears all the way down on my tongue. Her fingers tangle and pull on the top of my hair. Hell, she nearly suffocates me as she humps my face, and I love every second of it.
It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done with a woman. Just eating her out is almost enough to make me bust my load.
Reaching down, I slip my hand down into the elastic waistband of my boxer briefs to fist my cock. I only give it one tight stroke before cum erupts from me, spilling hot and thick over my knuckles. My entire spine feels like it’s seizing up. The relief is nearly agonizing after waiting all night without getting any. Fuck it feels good, better than any orgasm ever, even if I did use my own hand for it like so many times before.
I know being in Teagan’s pussy would have felt a million times better, though, but there wasn’t any time.
Not to mention it sounds like she’s started sniffling again.
I may be an asshole, but fucking a crying woman is too messed up, even for me.
Finally, I slip out from underneath Teagan to go clean up my mess and toss my underwear in the bathroom hamper.
I turn on the water in the shower to let it warm up while I go round up some clothes from the bedroom.
When I walk out, Teagan is lying flat on her stomach again, head propped up on her arms, cheeks glistening from the tears.
“Why the fuck are you crying again?” I ask as I go to the dresser to grab a clean pair of boxer briefs.
“It just happens sometimes when it’s really good,” she answers. There’s a grin on her face when I turn toward her again. “Take it as a compliment.”
“I don’t know about that,” I respond. Then, “You want a shower before you leave?”
“I’m not sure if I can move yet.” With an exaggerated pout, she adds, “How can I be expected to put on any clothes when it hurts for the softest sheets in the world to touch my backside?”
Having her stretched out naked on my bed isn’t the worst thing ever I guess, which is why I tell her, “Fine, stay there. I’ll go get us some food after my shower.”
Her violet eyes brighten. “Really? You’re too sweet. I could really go for some waffles with strawberries and whipped cream on them.”
Hold on a fucking second.
She thinks I’m too sweet? She obviously doesn’t know me. How can she possibly think that when she can’t get dressed thanks to the damage I did to her ass?
Those oddly colored eyes never leave me. Nope, she’s drinking me in as I stand before her naked with the bundle of clothes in my arm.
“Don’t you need to take those contacts out?”
“I don’t wear contacts,” she replies.
“I find that hard to believe.”
“Well, believe it, buddy.”
Arching an eyebrow, I tell her, “I prefer Marcus or sir over buddy.”
“Yes, sir, King Marcus.” she says with a grin, knowing the exact thing to say to me after less than a day.
