Rejected: A love story-Chapter 111: Fuck me

"Why not? If I’m not attractive enough..." She trailed off, her fingers fumbling with the hem of her top. Before I could stop her, she yanked it over her head, tossing it aside.

"What? Not man enough?"

Her bra came next, unclasped with her clumsy hands, revealing her full breasts spilling free— Soft and....fuck!

She shimmied out of her skirt too, kicking it to the floor, leaving her in just a thin pair of panties that clung to her hips.

’See?’ she challenged, standing there exposed, her nipples hardening in the cool motel air.

"I’m horny. I need you. Fuck me. Please."

I didn’t answer. My throat tightened as my gaze locked on her body—the curve of her waist, the way her breasts rose and fell with each quick breath. She was a vision, every inch of her screaming temptation, but I forced myself to turn away. I paced the room a bit before letting myset sit in a rickety chair by the window, I gripped the arms to keep my hands from reaching for her. The mask stayed on, hiding the war raging in my expression.

Fiona’s eyes narrowed, a mix of hurt and defiance flashing across her face.

"Fine. If you won’t touch me, I’ll do it myself."

She moved deliberately, positioning herself right in front of me on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs just enough to draw my attention downward. Her hands cupped her breasts first, squeezing them roughly, her thumbs circling her stiff nipples until she let out a soft moan. She pinched harder, twisting them, her head tilting back as her breaths came faster.

I watched, transfixed, beneath my d*** throbbed painfully against my pants. She was putting on a show, but it felt raw, desperate—like she needed this release as much as she needed me. One hand stayed on her breast, kneading the flesh, while the other trailed down her stomach, dipping under the waistband of her panties. Her fingers slid inside, and I could see the fabric shifting as she touched her pussy, rubbing slow circles over her clit.

"Fuck," she whispered, her voice husky and broken.

"It feels so good... but it would be better with you."

Her hips bucked slightly, pushing against her own hand, and a wet sound escaped as she delved deeper, fingering herself right there under my gaze.

The air was filled with her scent—My resolve cracked, my pulse pounding in my ears. She was mine, always had been, and seeing her like this, so vulnerable and wanton, ignited that dark possessiveness I’d buried deep. I couldn’t take it anymore. Rising from the chair, I closed the distance in two strides, my hands finally claiming what I’d denied myself.

My hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider as I knelt between her legs. She looked at me with those eyes and It was enough. The sight of her fingers still buried in her soaked panties made my mouth water—her pussy lips swollen and glistening through the thin fabric. I yanked the panties down her legs in one swift motion, tossing them aside, exposing her completely. Her folds were slick with arousal, her clit peeking out, begging for attention.

Fiona gasped, her hand falling away as I took over.

"Good boy..."she teased with a smirk, her voice a mix of surprise and need, still slurring from the booze but laced with raw hunger.

I didn’t waste time. Leaning in, I pressed my mouth to her inner thigh first nipping the soft skin before trailing kisses upward.

"Nathan...." she moaned.

I looked at her, literally dancing with happiness. She really moaned my name.

My tongue flicked out, tasting the salt of her sweat mixed with her juices. When I reached her core, I dove in—my lips sealing around her clit, sucking hard. She bucked against my face, a sharp cry escaping her lips as I lapped at her, I made sure my tongue was circling the sensitive nub with firm, deliberate strokes.

"Oh god, yes,"

she whimpered, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.

I groaned into her pussy, the vibration making her shudder. My hands dug into her ass, lifting her hips to give me better access. I sucked deeper, making my tongue plung into her entrance, fucking her with it as I savored her tangy wetness coating my chin.

She writhed under me, her breaths coming in ragged pants, her body was literally arching off the bed. I could feel her walls clenching around my tongue, so close already from her earlier teasing. But I wasn’t done. I alternated—sucking her clit until it throbbed, then sliding my tongue lower to trace her slit, dipping inside to curl against her most sensitive spots. Her thighs trembled around my head, squeezing as she ground against my mouth. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"Please... don’t stop,"she begged, her voice breaking. The possessiveness surged through me—this was mine to claim, to make her fall apart. I increased the pressure, sucking harder, one hand sliding up to pinch her nipple while the other held her open for my assault.

Her orgasm hit fast, her pussy pulsing against my lips as she cried out, flooding my mouth with her release. I drank her down, not letting up until she was shaking, oversensitive and gasping.

Only then did I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My di** strained against my pants, aching to bury inside her. I stood, shedding my clothes quickly—shirt, pants, boxers hitting the floor at once. My erection sprang free, thick and hard, pre-cum already beading at the tip.

Fiona’s eyes locked on it, hazy but filled with want. "Fuck me,"she whispered, spreading her legs wider in invitation.

I positioned myself between her thighs, the head of my d*** nudging her entrance. She was dripping, ready, and I thrust in with one deep stroke, filling her completely. She gasped, her raking my back as I bottomed out, her tight heat gripping me like a vice.

I started slow, pulling back and slamming in again, building a rhythm that had the bed creaking. Her moans filled the room, mixing with my grunts as I pounded into her, reclaiming what I’d lost.