“You’ll always be mine.” Leaning over, I spread her lips apart so I can see her clit, tugging just enough to pull back her hood. Her pink pearl is raw and glistening before my eyes. “Who makes me cum like you do, Alena?”
“No one,” she moans. “Oh, please god, Loch, say no one.”
“That’s right. This is the only pussy I crave.”
Leaning down, I slowly lave my tongue over her exposed clit. Alena cries out as I drive two fingers inside her slick walls, finding that spongy, heavenly spot. “Tell me whose cunt this is.” I coax it from her, rubbing it, pressing it.
She writhes, screaming. “Yours! Oh god, it’s yours, Loch!”
“Tell me who’s going to be a dirty fucking girl for me.” I curl my fingers, hard, sucking her clit, blowing over it, “Who’s always going to let me please her pretty pussy for anyone to watch?”
“Me. Oh fuck, me.” Her thighs shake. Her walls swelling, her legs clenching. “Oh god, I’m gonna pee.”
“You’re not going to pee.” I grin, my lips glistening over her juicy pussy.Fuck, she tastes so sweet.“I’m going to makeyou squirt on my face, Babygirl. Come on. Do it. Let go for me.”
I shake my hand, curling my fingers inside her swollen walls, right over the spot that’s fucking mine, and she screams, bursting over my hand. With an animal groan, her pussy clamps down, squirting over my mattress as I pull my fingers out and lower my thirsty mouth, needing her to pour into it.
Loudly, I slurp. Proudly, I swallow. Desperately, I drink every drop of Alena.
You know your woman when you taste her.
It has Alena shaking, and my dick soaring so fucking hard again when I rise. My lips dripping with her tangy lust, warning her, “I need to fuck younow, Babygirl.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
ALENA
I blink,opening my sated eyelids to see Loch. To see everything I need.
“Please tell me you’re ready.” He stands over me, his dick raging hard again. His chest heaving like he’s in pain. “Please tell me I can finally fuck you, Alena.”
Finally?
I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that Loch is @LuvPounder, and I don’t need to. Not when the ache between my soaked thighs matches the need in his swollen dick, hungry for me again.
“I’m on the pill,” I blurt, smooth as sandpaper.
And he grins. “Is that a yes?”
I nod should he have any doubt.
“I’m clear,” he says. “I’ve been celibate for a?—”
“Forever,” I rush out. “It’s been forever for me too.”
I’m bumbling. Nervous. New at this. Wanting him but not knowing what to do next.
Should I suck his cock again? Play with my nipples? Or just lie here and?—
“Come here.” He reads my shyness, gentlypulling my tank top off before wiping my breasts and face clean with it. It’s tender and tawdry, and I lie passive, loving it.
Quickly, he tugs off the remnants of my pajama shorts, leaving me naked. I watch him watch me as he tosses his shirt across the cabin before peeling his leather pants off.
Oh, my god.
Can my eyes get any bigger? Can my hammering heart take all that? Ink over muscle, muscle over ink. A soaring, mountain range of man.
I stare, counting seven prowling black lions tattooed in a line down his chiseled obliques, leading straight to the trimmed dark hair framing his mouthwatering, terrifying penis.
