I lift the flap of her bath robe and tease the top of her mound. What exactly does shenotwant me to do? Taking her would be so easy now that I have her here. And it would expose Aricia to the truth about her desires.
“I think you want me to break you, Aricia,” I whisper. “Or you wouldn’t have come back into bed and slipped your hand over my cock.”
Her breathing is so hot and bothered now that surely Aricia must know that she hides absolutely nothing from me. I kiss her again with a softer, slower kiss, teasing out her desire for me and forcing her to expose her emotional hand when she clearly doesn’t want to. Aricia shudders and pulls away from me with more futile resistance.
“I know your type, smart girl. You think you’re better than a mafia thug who needs to hire a criminal defense attorney. But did that lawyer ex-husband of yours really get you wet?”
She doesn’t want to hear this and I can tell, but I can’t hold back my seething anger at her resistance, and the need to prove myself to her.
“Peter…”
I chuckle. “I’m sure he tried. But he didn’t know what you needed to feel. I won’t let you be numb, Aricia…”
My physical control over Aricia gives me the upper hand, but I know if I spread her legs and touch or taste her, I’ll get confirmation of what I can already sense. I kiss Aricia’s back and then ease kisses down the length of her spine. She whimpers with the last ounce of fight she has left in her as I unfasten that robe and peel it away from Aricia’s body.
I can smell the products from the shower she took and my cock throbs with eagerness yet again. I crave splitting her lower lips open with my tongue more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I kiss Aricia’s thighs and then my fingers find her bare pussy lips. She wouldn’t have a change of underwear here, which makes it easy for me to touch the soft puffy flesh that folds over her sticky entrance.
I want her so fucking bad…
My body produces an involuntary growl, which provokes Aricia to make another futile effort to get away from me. I can only think of one way to stop her escape attempt. My tongue juts out between her lower lips and I lick the entire length of her bare pussy with a flattened tongue until she lets out a mewling noise of pleasure.
The tangy, salty flavor of her flesh only makes me crave her more. I spread her lips apart with mine and then drive my tongue deeper, forcing another moan out of Aricia as I taste even more of her. My tongue plunges into her flesh depths, where Aricia’s warm cream builds from her arousal.
Clutching her thighs, I suck harder on her lower lips, drawing the creamy juices from her arousal to spill out of her sopping pink lips and dribble all over her thighs. Aricia makes a soft, whimpering moan that borders on shock when my tongue returns to her thighs and I mop up some of her juices before attacking her pussy with my tongue again.
This is worth living for. Her wetness, the warmth projecting from her thighs and the continued moaning as my tongue only egg’s her on further. My nose presses deeper into the softness. I can’t breathe as my tongue plunges to new depths. Aricia’s hips buckle from the tension and she explodes as my tongue sinks into her as deep as I can press it before I slowly ease out of her and tease her outer lips with pleasure as Aricia simmers down from an orgasm.
“How did you do that?”
I chuckle and kiss her ass cheeks before diving back in and lapping at her slit. My tongue edges dangerously close to her asshole and I force another moan out of the slightly-more-compliant woman before I bother answering her question.
“Desire.”
“I didn’t think a man’s tongue could feel like that.”
“What? Your husband never did that?”
“Not like that,” she says, and my chest swells with the pride every man wants to feel. Knowing I can do something for her that no other man could fills me with a strange sense of pride, as if I’m claiming an intimate part of her that no other man could ever touch.
I can eat her pussy the way she likes. No other man can make this woman feel the way I can. It’s intoxicating. Especially if you love and crave control.
I indulge my control further by spreading Aricia’s soft, round buttcheeks apart. Staring at her puffy, dripping center, I use my tongue to spread her open and lick the juices off her all the way to her back door. When I get there, my tongue circles her asshole and Aricia moans before clenching those asscheeks.
Her body jerks away from me with anxious terror, like I put my tongue somewhere dark and forbidden. I’m too desperate to get my dick inside Aricia’s pussy to fight for my tongue in her ass.
But in the future… once I claim this woman and I’m sure that I’ve impregnated her with my seed, I will do everything in my power to eat those juicy, chocolate buttcheeks. She looks as brown and smooth as a dark chocolate flavored Hershey’s Kiss, except the prize between Aricia’s legs has an even more intoxicating effect than sugary chocolate.
I know my next move will push Aricia to fight me again. She’s a dominant, alpha woman in the courtroom and very much used to fighting everyone and everything. She gives me incredible pleasure to tame but… she does require taming. My palm finds her lower back again as I position myself to ensure she can’t escape.
“Are you finally ready to admit you want me?” I whisper, sliding my body alongside hers so the tip of my cock lines up perfectly with Aricia’s entrance. Her body heaves as our bodies move against each other and I can feel her heat beckoning to me, practically pleading with me to succumb to my dark urges and plunge my bare white cock into Aricia’s folds.
Chapter Thirteen
Aricia
My traitorous pussy drips like a faucet as I feel the wide head of Peter’s cock pressing against my entrance. My lower lips are both wet and swollen with desire as my nipples graze the rough terrycloth texture of the bathrobe, adding to my sensitivity and arousal. Peter’s full masculine weight on me as he whispers in my ear with my musky scent on his breath and his cock about to impale me against my expressed desires just activates a part of my lizard brain that is so excited that it must have been suppressed for years.
Did I ever enjoy sex before this moment? I’m too hot with anticipation to feel shame that I had to wait until my forties to feel this good with a man. The embarrassment fades as Peter fastens his lips to the most sensitive spot on my neck. How can this man who barely knows me understand my body better than my late husband?
