A gift for giving head.
I’ve never experienced a high like it—never needed the release of orgasm so hard. He tastes me like I’m something to be savoured, licks me like I’m delicious, spreads me wider like he wants to devour.
I can’t think—can’t focus on anything at all but the white-hot intensity crawling through me, building and gathering under my skin. It’s the best kind of wicked, a torture divine, my insides heating and pulsing as I buck up into him. I’m no longer a woman, but a thing—a thing craving the ecstasy of release.
‘I want to drown in you,’ he growls, pushing his fingers into me unexpectedly.
He said I pay him in screams, and I do, the dual sensations pushing me over the edge, the skin of my back dragging against the floor as a tidal wave of ecstasy threatens to wash me away. I whimper as his kisses travel up my body, every inch of my skin over-sensitive, but as his mouth reaches mine, his tongue steals past my lips, robbing me of my breath.
‘I love how you taste,’ he whispers, ‘my little stinging bee.’
I don’t have an answer or a quip, not as the hairs on his chest tease the hard tips of my nipples, not as I feel the length of him pressed against my belly. I wrap my arms around his neck as we share a hot, wet, and open-mouthed kiss as I rub myself against him like a bitch in heat. He pulls back with a groan, kicking the jeans from his legs, though not before snagging a condom from the pocket and slipping it over the vulgar beauty he holds in his hand.
‘You’re so bloody lovely.’ This man and his compliments strip me bare. As our mouths meet again, I dig my teeth into his bottom lip.‘Ungh.Isobel,you make me so fucking hard.’
‘Good,’ I whisper back, ‘because I want it hard.’
I don’t have to ask twice, not as he hooks his arm under my knee to open me wider, and without another word spoken, he buries himself to the hilt with a harsh grunt. I cry out at the dark stab of pleasure, my body bowing under the pressure and pleasure of his thrust. Before I can process the sensation, he pulls out and thrusts into me again.
Again and again and again.
Sharp gasps.
Skin slapping skin.
The light from the fire highlighting the sheen on his skin.
The focus of my world narrows to the punch of him between my thighs and the feel of my hands in his.
‘Oh, God. Oh, God.’
‘No, not yet,’ he growls, grasping my hips and rolling me onto my front. I suck in a sharp breath of excitement as his body covers mine. ‘You look so pretty on your knees,’ he growls into my ear. ‘I wish you could see what comes next.’
‘I hope it’s me,’ I whisper, turning my head over my shoulder to look at him. His eyes glint wickedly, his hair a fucked-up chestnut mess, but he’s still smiling, his dimple peeking out as he brings his hand down on my bum cheek.Firm and fast.
‘Ow!’
‘You wanted it hard. You just didn’t specifyhow.’
‘I’ll reply when I’ve processed.’ And when my insides have stopped pulsing in time to my stinging backside. Conflicted, I think I like it, at this moment, at least.
Lifting the hair from the nape of my neck, he kisses me. It’s such a tender motion, it almost takes my breath away. His fingers trail down my spine and farther still as I stretch out beneath him like a contented cat. His fingers slide through my wetness, my back arching in response to his teasing touch. But then, as he replaces his playful fingers with the head of his cock, my body becomes rigid.Because I want this.
My pulse hammers in several places at once; in my throat, in my ears, but most of all between my legs. I inhale sharply as he breaches my opening, those initial sparks of pleasure making me bow my head.
‘You take me so beautifully,’ he rasps, his fingers tightening on my hips as he stretches me with his solid girth.
My insides begin to pulse and tighten as though I can draw him into me. I want him—want him bucking into me hard and wild.
‘More,’ I whisper, pushing back against him, his hands tightening on my hips. ‘I want it. Please.’
‘You’re a little cock tease,’ Greg whispers. ‘And you’ll take what I give.’
The more desperate I grow, the more excruciating his movements become. Shallow jabs and slow slides drive me to the edge until I’m flushed and shaking, every fibre of my being screaming for the power of him. He barely moves, though he speaks, whispering words that make no sense. At least, to me. At least right now.
My knees begin to ache. My arms, too. But it all changes when Greg’s hands curl around my shoulders, pinning me in place, and with a quick flex of his hips, he enters me hard and fast.
I cry out in relief as he begins fucking me without restraint, his fingers tight enough on my shoulders to leave a bruise. His hips pump and flex as I spread myself wider, dragging his calloused fingers down my back. It’s a sensation too much and I cry out. Suddenly, he wraps his arm around my waist, jerking me upright like I’m a little ragdoll. He pins my chest to his back while continuing his unyielding pace.
‘I can feel you,’ he rasps. ‘Feel you coming around my cock.’
And I am.
I fall forward, desperate to grind against him, chanting his name again and again as he rocks against me, giving me what I need.
