She tore at the metal closures, releasing the band quickly, before sliding her hands inside to test the muscular contours of his sexy male ass.
"You taste good," she moaned, as his lips lifted from hers to lower her to the bed. "I need more."
"More is what you'll get."
He sat on the bed, jerked his boots off, then straightened and removed his leather pants. Of course, he went commando. No underwear. She wished he had worn underwear, she might have been better prepared for exactly how well endowed he was.
It wasn't so much the length, which was impressive, but he was thick, thicker than she had expected. Thicker than any other man she had ever taken.
Fascinated, she sat up on the bed, reaching out with a single fingertip to touch the throbbing head of his cock. Of course, it was pierced. A silver bar pierced the ridge of its head, the locking balls at each end glittering in the sunlight that slanted through the window. It matched the piercings in his left nipple and ear.
"Any reason for this?" she touched the curved silver lightly. Then her gaze was caught by the two rune tattoos inside his thighs. She knew those. Strength and wisdom. He was both.
"Later," he growled. "I'll explain it later."
Shadows flashed in his eyes, and she didn't want them there. She wanted the flaming arousal back in full force. She wanted all his attention on her.
Grace lowered her head, parted her lips, and let her tongue swipe over the damp crest, pausing to pay particular attention to the silver piercing. She rolled her tongue over it, gripped the small locking ball with her teeth, and tugged at it gently.
Matthias froze. But the shadows were gone. His expression was watchful now, dark with sensuality. Grace parted her lips further and slowly lowered her mouth onto the straining, engorged crest of his cock.
"Ah, f**k!" His groan was followed by a hard, powerful clench of his abdomen. A second later, it was Grace's turn to freeze.
That wasn't just pr**cum that spurted into her mouth, and it wasn't the consistency of se**n. The taste
was like that of his kiss, honey and spice, pure lust.
She stared up at him, her tongue licking over the thick head and the piercing, as she tried to analyze it. Tabloid rumors, fanatical accusations of perversions and animalistic characteristics flitted through her mind.
Maybe they weren't all lies. Maybe the past ten years of accusations against the Breeds' sexuality was more than just supposition. If it were, it gave a whole new meaning to the idea of wild sex acts. She eased back, her lashes drooping over her eyes, as he watched her carefully.
"What's next?" She breathed over the head of his cock, watching his cheekbones flush from arousal, as carnal knowledge lit his gaze.
"It's a surprise," he growled, the fingers of one hand curling around his thick shaft. "If I tell you, it would spoil it."
Oh, he was bad.
"Could I convince you to tell me?" She lowered her mouth over the straining crest again and sucked it deep. She watched his face, as she worked his flesh with her tongue, with the suckling heat surrounding him. She gripped the silver that pierced his flesh with her lips, tongued it, then sank her mouth over his c**k head once again.
His lashes drifted closed, as his body tightened further. A ragged growl rumbled in his chest. She loved that sound. The hotter he became, the more aroused, the deeper it became. She knew what was coming, she could sense it. She could feel it. Her hand brushed his away, stroking the thick flesh slowly. She could feel the tension in the middle of the heavy length, a harder pulse of blood, the flesh more heated.
Another spurt of the pr**cum filled her mouth, as a groan ripped from his throat. His c**k throbbed, the blood beating furiously through the heavy veins.
"Enough." He drew back, ignoring her frantic attempt to hold him in her mouth. She could feel the back of her throat tingling, a deeper hunger rushing through her.
"You'll wait," he snarled, pushing her back. "You'll not destroy my control this time."
"You have control left?" Her arms curled around his shoulders, as his lips moved down her neck. "I don't think that's fair. Mine's gone."
She could feel the burn now. It was racing through her, licking over her ni**les, her clit. She arched to Matthias, rubbing the hot tips of her br**sts against his chest, feeling the fine, silken body hair that was almost invisible to the naked eye. Damn, it felt good, though. Like rough silk rasping over her ni**les.
"Do you feel it, Grace?" He whispered as his lips moved lower, his canines rasping over her collarbone.
"Do you feel the need building? Burning inside you like its been burning inside me?" She felt it. Her eyes closed in delirious pleasure with it. The sensations were nearly painful, the arousal
building inside her until her womb was rippling with it.
"I'm going to make it burn hotter." His voice was guttural now, hoarse with his own arousal just before his tongue licked over a nipple.
"Oh, God, yes. Suck it." She arched, driving the tight peak against his lips. "Suck my ni**les, Matthias." Another growl. But his lips parted, and he sucked the tender tip inside. Wet liquid fire wrapped around her nipple. He sucked her deep, his mouth hungry, his tongue stroking and licking, as her nails bit into his shoulders.
"Oh, that's so good," she moaned, her hips arching to grind her pu**y against one hard, lean thigh, as he held himself above her. "It's so good, Matthias. I love your mouth. I love your tongue." He caught the peak between his teeth, his tongue lashing it as she writhed beneath him. Tingles of electric sensation tore from the tip to her womb then struck with brilliant heat to the heart of her pu**y. She jerked in his arms, arched, cried his name.
"Sweet, Grace," he whispered, kissing the swollen slope of her breast reverently, before pressing more kisses between the two mounds and easing slowly down her body. "I can smell your pu**y. Sunlight and syrup and sweet cream. I'm going to eat my fill now. I'm going to lick that pretty pu**y so slow and easy."
"Oh yes," she moaned, writhing beneath him, her legs falling farther apart as he neared the agonized flesh there.
Her hips lifted, as his lips grazed her hipbone. Her hand tangled into his hair, holding him to her as he whispered over the curls at the top of her pu**y.
"Matthias, please." Her heels dug into the bed as she lifted to him. "Now. Touch me now." His hands slid beneath the cheeks of her rear to hold her in place. Locking his gaze with hers, his tongue distended, sliding through the saturated slit with a long, slow lick. Spikes of sensation shot through her. Tingles and flares and fingers of electricity arcing from nerve ending to nerve ending as the breath caught in Grace's throat.