My pussy clenches again.
Yeah,noneof the men I’ve dated or even considered dating would have done or said any of that to me.
I take a deep, satisfied breath and blow it out. “More.”
He gives me a wicked grin. “You have no idea.”
His hot gaze tracks over my entire naked body. Then he climbs up beside me. I roll toward him.
“Do you?—”
But he grabs me by the waist and hauls me over his body. “Put that messy pussy on my mouth.”
I squeak. That’s all I can do as he easily drags me up his body as if I weigh nothing.
“I’m too sensitive,” I try to protest. I do want to do this, but my clit is still tingling from the orgasm, and I’m still breathing too fast.
His hand gives my ass a quick slap. “I told you, I own you tonight. This pussy is mine right now. Give it to me.”
Oh, fuck. Why is that hot? That isnothot. The ass slap, the ‘own you’ thing, all of it.
But a second later, I’m settling myself over his mouth and grabbing the headboard for support. And thirty seconds later, I’m moaning his name and grinding onto that mouth. And three minutes later, I’m convinced there should be an entire religion built around this man’s mouth.
“Alex! Oh, my God! I’m coming!”
He squeezes my ass and won’t let me move a centimeter away from the lips, tongue, and teeth that push me over the cliff again.
Now hehas togive me a break.
He pulls me down his body until our mouths are even, and he kisses me. He smells like me, tastes like me, and when he holds the back of my head and plunders my mouth with his tongue, it’s clear that he intends for me to realize that.
He grasps my waist and shifts me further down his body.
“Ride my cock, Wildflower,” he says, his voice is low and rough. “Need to feel this perfect pussy around me now.”
What am I supposed to say to that? “Yes.” I push myself up to straddle his thighs. “This position first?”
“I want to see you take me deep. I want to see your pretty tits bouncing. And this way, you control the pace. In any other position, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for a month.”
I want that.
It’s probably not the right reaction towantto be sore. But I can’t deny my body’s reaction to his words.
“Okay.”
He lifts his hips, lifting me too. He undoes his button and zipper, then reaches into his jeans pocket and withdraws his wallet. He digs out a condom before tossing the wallet onto the bedside table. He lifts again, pushing his jeans and boxers down. I shift, helping pull them down his legs. He toes off his shoes, and I hear them hit the floor, but I’m suddenly focused on the fact that he’s now naked.
Gloriously naked.
He’s seriously spectacular.
And huge. He’s very huge. So huge that the feeling him for a month seems very realistic.
And this will be the best time I’ve ever had.
We haven’t even done it yet, and I know this is going to be the best time.
That is possibly cause for concern. It will never get better than right now with this man. I already know that.
