Denying Heaven (Room 103) by D H Sidebottom Read Free Book Online Page B

to release it from her teeth. She sucked in a huge breath and
closed her eyes as a solitary tear rolled down her cheek.
    “Shush, honey.”
    Her eyes opened widely as a choked strangled sound
vibrated through her. “Hold me” she whispered and I closed my eyes as my heart
stuttered with her heartbroken plea.
    I closed my eyes and inhaled her soothing scent as she
clambered onto my lap, not giving me a chance to deny her request. Her unique fragrance
reminded me of a waterfall, the fresh and natural trace of something floral
behind the crisp and refreshing aroma of her soft skin.
    Her arms wrapped around my body as she curled her tiny
frame into me, her soft curves moulding against my hard ones.
    Oh Jesus Christ, there was no way I was going to survive
this without being able to touch her, kiss her, taste the sweetness of her and
feel the delicate flick of her tongue on mine.
     
    She mumbled something under her breath and I nudged her
head gently with my chin, “What?”
    “You smell like… so good” she breathed as her lips
settled on my neck and the soft wisps of her breath on my stubbled skin caused
my cock to stir in approval.
    Fuck, not now.
     
    “Yeah?” I asked her quietly.
    Her head nodded lightly and her nose buried into the
space under my ear. Christ, my breath stunted and my heartbeat sped up, forcing
my blood more rapidly into my dick and I groaned low as she started rocking in
my lap, her delicious softness sliding almost unbearably against my hard on.
    “Spirit, honey… don’t… shit, carry on…”
    She moaned as her mouth opened and she nipped my earlobe,
“Oh, you feel so good” she murmured as she ground harder on me. “I need you,
Bulk, please…”
    “Fuck… Spirit. You have no idea how much I want this
right now but you… Oh God, baby, right there…”
    Her hand slid between us and her fingers curled along the
contours of my cock, her small hand rubbing with an almost desperation.
    “God, you’re so big.”
    I smiled to myself as she moaned again and her other hand
gripped the material on the back of my shirt as she continued to slide herself
over her own hand and my dick. “Harder Spirit, make yourself come honey, all
over me.”
    “Oh…” she blew out a breath on my neck as she licked a
trail across my jaw and up to my lips, “Kiss me.”
    I tilted my head at her order and lifted a brow as I
clamped hold of her hips to put a halt on her pleasure. “Who’s in charge here,
Spirit?”
    Her eyes flicked over my face, pausing at my mouth before
they rose back up to my eyes. “You are” she conceded as she butted against my
hands, trying to release my hold on her so she could continue her relentless
need to come.
    “Damn right, baby. Now, you kiss me .”
    She groaned as I released her hips and she returned to
driving herself on me. My cock was so hard for her I wouldn’t be surprised if
the big guy opened the zip to my jeans himself and impaled this little sinner
riding him hard.
     
    “Bulk” she breathed with an echo in her chest, her need
and yearning forcing her harder on me as she hovered her lips over mine. Her
pussy was dripping, its moistness soaking my jeans and I growled as she took my
mouth under hers and her fingers slid the zip on my trousers, releasing my
pulsing cock to her disposal.
    Her soft lips moved so exquisitely I couldn’t hold back
the need for more as I drove my hands into her hair and locked her down so I
could power into her beautiful kiss. The soft muscle of her tongue flicked
against mine and drove me wild. She could kiss, both desire and deliverance
raged into me as she worshipped my mouth.
     
    Her warm wet flesh slid over my cock and she manoeuvred
until the crown was sliding over her hard clit. “Fuck, Spirit, come on.”
    “God, Bulk. I need you inside me.”
    Her eyes were on mine, begging, pleading with me. The
yearn and need exposed had my cock demanding more as my gut pulsed with a fire
that I had never felt before… ever.
    What the