She shook her head and sucked harder, and he smirked. “Good girl.” He ran his hand down her hair, fisting it once more he eased a little more of his cock into her mouth before pulling back out until just the tip rested on her lips. She panted, but leaned forward to take him again. He held her back with his hand in her hair. “Don’t be greedy now.” She scowled up at him and he chuckled. “This time, try to open a little more for me. Can you do that?” She nodded. “Good girl,” he said again, and she opened her mouth for him and looked up expectantly.
“Please. I want you.”
He paused, holding the tip of his dick on her lips, his other hand on the back of her head. “Use your words, Krys.”
“I want your cock. I want to suck it all down. I want you in me, filling me up.” She paused; eyes wide as she stared up at him. “I need you.”
He groaned and slid his thick length past her lips. She opened wide for him, taking him deeper than she had before. She wouldn’t be able to take him all—he knew that—but watching her try? It was beyond hot. It was scorching.
She swallowed around him and he felt himself slip a little deeper in her throat, tears leaking from her eyes.
He brushed hair back that had fallen over her face. “You’re doing so well. That’s it, a little more.” She swallowed again, her hands dropping from hips to circle around to pull his ass closer to her. T’arq held himself still, careful to not move lest he hurt her, but the need to pump his hips was getting too great. He pulled her head back, and she gasped, pulling needy breaths into her lungs.
Dropping to the mattress next to her, he gathered her in his arms and pressed a kiss to her temple.
“You’re a fast learner.”
“What can I say? I have a brilliant teacher.” She smirked at him, and he dropped his mouth to hers, tasting himself on her. He drew her bottom lip between his teeth and nipped gently, eliciting a gasp from her.
He rolled over, pulling her on top of him, her legs spread on either side of his thighs, and held himself still, eyes roaming over her flushed skin.
“What’s wrong?” Her brows drew together.
“Nothing. Just thinking about how perfect you are,” he said, sliding a hand around her neck to pull her down for a kiss.
He drowned in her.
Minutes or hours later—who could tell—she lifted her head from his to drop a light kiss on his nose. Something about the movement made his stomach clench.
Her hands roamed over his chest, tracing paths in his skin and following them with her lips before sliding down his sweat-slicked body until she was seated over his hips. She brushed her wet core over his aching cock, holding herself upright with a hand braced against his chest.
His hands circled her waist and lifted her so she was poised over him, her own hands reaching for his cock and lining him up with her entry.
Their eyes met. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop right now,” he said, though inside he was screaming to thrust up into her hot little body.
“I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this.” Her words were the biggest aphrodisiac. Hands shaking, he eased her down onto his thick length and then stopped.
She made a frustrated mewl and wriggled to pull him deeper.
“Be patient, little mouse.” He smirked, though he was barely holding onto his control.
Steadily he slid her down his rigid cock, both of them groaning at the sensation that flooded through them. She was so hot and how she gripped him!
She raised herself and lowered, sinuous movements of her hips, creating a dance that he hoped would be burned into his memories. He never wanted to forget how she braced her hands on her thighs, her back arched and her hair tumbling like water over her shoulders to kiss her bountiful breasts. With each up and down, her curves jiggled enticingly.
Her eyes flew open, and she bit her bottom lip. “Am I a good girl?”
Fuck.
He slid a hand up her back, flattening her to his chest, and rolled her under him, one hand gripping her thigh to keep her impaled on his cock. She was so much shorter than him that her head barely reached his shoulder in this position.
“So fucking good,” he groaned as his control snapped and he began pounding into her.
He slid a hand between them to find the tight little bundle of nerves and circled it with fingers slicked with her arousal. She arched her back and cried out, her pussy walls gripping him as she flew apart.
She cried out words he struggled to understand, but her hands gripping his ass and pulling him closer told him everything he needed to know.
Her orgasm triggered his own, his heavy balls drawing up as he came with a loud growl that sounded more animal than man.
