“Red.” He moaned and drew her face over to his other nipple.
She bit down hard, pulling the skin between her teeth. She felt his sex growing in her hands underneath his slacks.
He was enjoying it. “Wait ‘til my mouth gets a hold of your tits.” He wet his lips, rolled his shirt into a ball and threw it to the corner of the room. “You have no idea what I have in store for you, but you’ll find out—soon enough.”
“Jacked guns.” Holy moly.
“Wait, Red. Just wait.” He stepped back in a tease as if he was on a stage. With a hip dance and a tug to his fine leather belt, he unfastened his pants, letting them fall to the floor. Warner then slipped off his loafers.
“Thick legs.” Taddy crossed her arms, admiring his tree trunks. Her pussy suddenly became very wet. She clenched her legs tight, keeping her panties on. If Warner wanted her, he’d have to rip ‘em off. Red preferred it rough.
The way his boxers hung told her there was a monster waiting to get loose.
“Ready?” His voice held a confident rasp, which piqued her curiosity.
“Waiting…” She gave him a nod to say “bring it on”.
Big Daddy dropped his drawers.
She dropped her jaw. Shut the front flippin’ door!
“Anaconda” wouldn’t do this super-size of beef justice. A beautiful snake hung between his legs. Honey-brown pubes dusted a halo over his hard-on.
Blinking several times, she bit down on her pointer finger, looking away as if viewing a freak show. Fascinated by all things penis, she quickly found her gaze return to appreciate his magnificence. His dick would be a challenge. One she’d never seen but anticipated mastering.
Warner held his dick in her direction. “Told ya,” he said with a smirk.
She confessed, “I’ve never…” In utter fascination, she dropped to her knees.
He took her jaw into his grip, leaned down and kissed her. “Need instruction?”
Taddy shook her head. “I don’t like to be told what to do.”
Spreading her lips apart with his thumb, he kissed her. Then he stood, backed up and held her head as she slowly—inch by inch—took him into her mouth.
Mmmm. Cheeks full, she sucked once, licked twice, sucked again.
“Tsk, tsk, Red.” Warner pulled his dick out and massaged her breast. “You’re still too tense.”
Opening her mouth, she begged for him.
Big Daddy glided his velvety shaft over her tongue, nearly touching her tonsils. Tears fell down her cheeks as he found his way down her throat.
Crap!
Again, he pulled out and lowered his face to meet hers. “Baby, loosen up your jaw.” He tapped her right cheek with his palm. “Enjoy it.”
Taddy wished he would’ve hit her harder. Holy screw me. High on eagerness, she nodded in agreement. At last, a man who knew what she wanted. “Third time’s the charm.” She remained squatted on the carpet under him.
His masculine energy intoxicated her. He fisted her hair into a ponytail and instructed, “Open, Red. I want the tip of your tongue to touch my balls when you go down on me.”
She nodded.
“Now look up at me while you suck.”
Her head shook as if getting ready to sing at the Metropolitan Opera. She relaxed her mouth.
“That’s it. There you go, baby girl.” Warner rapidly slid about halfway. He pumped back and forth.
Grabbing onto his sac, she tugged down. She owned it. Building rhythm, neck jerking back and forth, she went for it, taking as much of him as she could.
Mine. I have this.
Taddy sat taller, testing her reflexes—and almost gagged.
“You okay?” He looked down at her in concern.
“Yep, I’m good.” She wiped her mouth and went at it again. The taste of his briny pre-cum encouraged her.
Cock loaded, he reached under her arms and picked her up.
Whoa. Wrapping her legs around his midsection, she rested her arms on his shoulders, clinging to what felt like the edge of a rocky cliff.
Warner stared into her eyes and cleaned her face with his hand. He kissed her sweetly and held on to her. “Red, I won’t stop once we get started. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Ready?” He aligned his torso and shaft under her body. His eyes stayed on hers for a second then he pressed his lips tightly with hers, giving her a little tongue. Her alpha ways didn’t seem to scare him. Had she met her match?
Taddy broke the kiss and said, “Slap me.” She grabbed his free hand and held his palm up to her neck. “Choke me,” she said as if pretending she starred in her own Manuel Coq de la Grande video.
“What?”
“I want you to humiliate me while you’re inside me.”
His smile faded. He shook his head. “Never.” Warner grunted as if he was more than eager to do many things to her but abusing her wasn’t one of them. He gripped her body tight and pressed her against the hotel wall.
The paint’s graininess scratched her back.
“You like that, Red?” Warner growled in her ear.
“Yes, God you’re so—strong!” She could barely speak.
He reached down and tore off her lace underwear. The fabric flew across the room in a streak of pink, hitting the opposite corner.
“You owe me some new lingerie,” Taddy laughed.
“Happy to buy you whatever you want.”
Good boy, she thought when he grabbed a condom from the nightstand.
After removing the foil wrapper, she helped roll the latex over his shaft. Did it fit? Not exactly! But it did the trick.
He held on to her back. She leaned into his chest. His huge cock grazed her crease. “Look at me,” he ordered.
She trembled and did as he instructed. Her skin prickled to attention. The guys she’d screwed didn’t care if her eyes remained closed or opened, if she’d looked away or watched TV. However, this dude was different.
“That’s it.” He spoke with authority.
Sweet Jesus on a Saltine cracker, you’re a freaky deaky. She wondered if there was anything he couldn’t do for her.
Intense. Real. Hers.
“Red, you’re fucking wet.” He planted himself farther into her moisture.
Pressing her breasts against his sculpted chest, she sensed his heartbeat against hers. After lowering herself and gliding slowly down over his shaft, she wanted more. “Shit, Truman.” She had to take it all the way. It had been so long since there’d been any chemistry with another man. The joy of skin-to-skin came back to her as her cunt muscles contracted. Taddy felt exhilarated, as if tonight was her first time with a man.