Page 67

“That’s it, pretty girl.” He growls against my pussy and I come in shockwaves around him. His hands pick me up, hugging me close to his hard form as I tremble and shake and come down from my orgasm.

“You make me feel so spoiled,” I confess at his ear.

“Good, baby girl, that’s exactly what I like to hear.” He cups my cheeks, grinding me against his rock hard cock, curved to one side and pulsing against my hip. My mouth waters as I think about tasting him for the first time, feeling him at the back of my throat, hearing him come apart because of my mouth.

Without thinking, I drop to the floor at his feet. “I want to suck you.”

I hold his cock at the root with one hand, and he sucks in a breath, chest heaving like he’s been hit with a bucket of ice-cold water.

“Baby, your hands on me make me crazy. I can’t control what might happen. He’s got a mind of his own when you hold him and look up at me with those big, pretty eyes like that.”

He weaves his fingers in my hair as my lips connect with his thick length. My breath comes out in rough pants as I tease the head at the edges of my mouth. I lick my lips and then take his silky shaft in my hand, trailing my tongue up his length before taking him in my mouth.

His other hand weaves in my hair as I take him to the back of my throat. He growls from above me as his body twitches while I try to swallow him whole. I breathe through my nose, willing myself not to gag as I bob on his length. I peer up at him; his head is thrown back; neck straining; the cut lines of his abs are in high relief as he gasps.

I slide both hands up his thick thighs to land at the sharp angle of his hips. My fingers dust along the cut muscle of his abdomen as I suck and swirl my tongue before taking him to the root again and swallowing; the engorged tip lodges in my throat.

“Sweet girl,” he growls as he rocks his hips slowly; a hard grip in my hair. “You like having my cock in your mouth?”

My pussy drips with arousal at those filthy words.

“Fuck yourself with your fingers as you suck me,” he instructs, and I moan as I pull and massage at my clit. I look up to find his stormy watching me with rapt pleasure, his cock twitching in my mouth as salty drops of cum settle on my tongue.

“Up, before you make me cum before I’m ready.” He stands me, naked in front of him before aiming his dick, long and thick and pointed straight for me, close to my entrance. “You want my cock, baby?” He fists his dick in his hands, pumping long and slow, his grip firm and unrelenting. “Answer me.” He flicks his thumb over the tip and it twitches in his hands.

“Yes, please,” I murmur, unable to look him in the eyes. I am so mesmerized by him touching himself.

He lays me back on the bed and nudges my thighs open, holding them in his firm grip, before he takes one long lick up the length of my body. I groan and thread one hand in my hair as I arch off the mattress. He licks and swirls his tongue, pressing it into my entrance before entering me and flicking and sucking at me. He pulls at my throbbing clit with his teeth until I am completely clean of all the wetness that has been dripping down my thighs. Finally, he thrusts one finger inside and hooks it. “Don’t cum.”

He pulls against my walls as he adds another finger and sucks on the bundle of nerves. I moan and arch, losing control as I knead my breast in one hand. I squirm and beg for him to stop.

“Hold it, baby girl, I want you to cum with my dick thrusting in and out of this sweet pussy.”

“I can’t anymore,” I moan incoherently as I pull at my nipple, and he sucks and thrusts his fingers in and out of me.

“It’ll be more intense. Hold it for me, baby. Wait for me; let me get you there.” He growls and eases up on the pressure. His fingers push and then pull out, swirling around my clit, spreading my arousal around, then trailing it up my body.

“Love watching you playing with your nipples.” He flicks at it, spreading my arousal there.

He thrusts his finger inside me again, delving in and overwhelming every nerve I have. He moves slowly, taking his time at building me up again. His head dips between my legs and his lips attach at my clit as his eyes still watch my own lips around my nipple.

“I can’t anymore, I can’t hold it,” I murmur against my breast as my pussy burns with impending orgasm.

“You ready to cum again, baby?”

“Yes,” I moan.

He sucks harder.

“Yes, oh God, yes, Dane.”

“Not without me.” He pulls away and before I can register that he’s gone he’s thrusting his cock deep inside me. He fills me, width and length. Both his hands grab at my breasts and push at them, flicking his thumbs over my nipples as his dark hair falls over his forehead, eyes closed, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth in pleasure.

“God, Dane,” I moan his name as an orgasm rips through my body, the nerves taking flight and firing off from head to toe. He continues to fuck me, grabbing at my thick thighs and pulling me up on his waist and riding his cock. With my legs wrapped around his hips, he carries me across the room to a small loveseat near the window. He pulls out of me and spins me around over the arm of the sofa. “Ass in the air, beautiful, I’m about to make this soaked pussy purr.”

He smacks at my cheek and I jump in surprise as a fresh wave of arousal pools between my legs. I’ve just had an orgasm, and he’s turning me on even more than he already had the first time. He slides a palm up my spine, feeling every ridge as he goes.

“Mmm, love my pretty pussy.”