She went to her knees, her fingers gripping the smooth, heated flesh as she slid her tongue delicately over the throbbing head. It was the size of a large plum, dark and velvety soft, tempting her as her hunger demanded she consume him.
“Sweet heaven,” he groaned as she slid her lips over the hard flesh. Surprisingly, a soft pulse of precome shot from the tip into her mouth. She hummed her approval of the taste. A mix of salty sweetness that made her long for more but had Dash whispering a heated curse and trying to pull free of her.
“No,” she whispered as his c**k slid free of her mouth. “Not yet.” Her mouth covered him again as a strangled growl echoed around her.
“Wait,” Dash protested, but his c**k slid deeper as his h*ps thrust against her. Her fingers enclosed the length, her mouth taking him as deep as possible. Another hard pulse of fluid shot into her mouth as she tightened on him, hearing his gasping breaths above her, feeling the tense, desperate arousal that tightened his body.
“Elizabeth, we need to talk first.” Another small spurt of pre-come pulsed in her mouth, making her hungrier for more.
She licked the underside of the shaft slowly, suckling at the hard flesh hesitantly as she fought to accustom herself to the thickness. She had rarely gone down on Dane. He hadn’t liked it. Hadn’t wanted her mouth there. Dash hadn’t been far from the truth when he said missionary only and lights out. She wasn’t terribly experienced, but she was greedy now. She wanted to experience every sexual act a man and woman could experience with Dash. She wanted it all.
His fingers threaded through her hair, tightening in the long strands as he pulled at it gently, as though to dislodge her. As though he would pull her from the treat she was giving herself. She rarely allowed herself any type of treats, especially one like this. She hadn’t been touched sexually in more years than she cared to count. Now here she was, on her knees, this powerful c**k filling her mouth, this strong man breathing harshly, desperately, as she suckled at his flesh and decided now was the time to make up for her lack of treats.
“God help me, Elizabeth, please…” Another strong pulse of fluid filled her mouth now. The pre-come was liquid silk and slid easily down her throat as she drew on his c**k slowly, gaining confidence as he fought and failed to pull away from her.
Surely she was doing it right, she thought. Something he enjoyed as much as she enjoyed his touch. He couldn’t stop, even though she knew he seemed unwilling to spill himself into her mouth. Still, he thrust against her, moaning with a pleasure that made her skin prickle with awareness. Her tongue flickered over the pulsing head with greedy licks. Her hands pumped the shaft, slick now with her saliva and the slick essence of his pre-come. His thighs were corded and tight, his hands kneading her hair, sharp growls rumbling from his throat as she pleasured him. Elizabeth felt her own arousal surging at the knowledge that she was pleasing him, that he was unable to pull from her, that the sensations she delivered to his throbbing erection kept him from forcing his will on her. For now. She knew it wouldn’t last long, that each second was a miracle as he allowed her to push him closer to the cl**ax she knew was building in his scrotum. She could feel the tight sac beneath his shaft, drawn close to the base of his cock, flexing periodically as she drew on the pulsing head. She wanted to taste him, wanted him filling her mouth with his come, hearing his cry as he released his se**n, his release shuddering through his body. She wanted it all as she had never wanted anything in her life.
“Damn. Baby.” His voice was guttural now, harsh and exciting as he f**ked against the strong pull of her mouth.
Shallow, strong strokes powered past her lips, sinking the head of his c**k deep in her mouth as she tongued it hungrily. Another pulse, a hard throb of his c**k and then he stilled, his hands tightening in her hair, holding her steady as he pulled slowly from her mouth.
“No. Dash, please.” She tried to follow, to take him again, to force him back. He pried her hands from his c**k then pulled her to her feet, jerking her against his chest as she stared up at him, needing him. Her cunt wept with the need; her body vibrated with it.
“Look at me,” he growled with feral savagery. “We might have a serious problem here, Elizabeth.”
She stilled in his arms. “Is someone else in the house?” She listened closely but could hear nothing above her own heartbeat.
“No.” His hands clenched on her h*ps as she moved against his cock, cushioning it firmly against her belly.
“Then I don’t care.” She shook her head desperately. “I need you, Dash. I don’t care about anything else right now.”
“Wait, Elizabeth,” he groaned as she moved against him, her hand reaching up, threading through his hair and bringing his lips to hers. “I could hurt you.”
Her tongue moved over his lips as she stared up at him, dazed with the arousal pulsing through her body.
“I won’t break,” she whispered against his lips. “But if you don’t f**k me soon, Dash, I just might have to hurt you.”
Her explicit words seemed to tip in her favor. Flames erupted in his eyes, his face flushing with arousal, his c**k jerking against her stomach as she stared up at him. Before she realized his intent he lifted her from the floor and tossed her to the bed. She rolled, coming up on the far side on her hands and knees, staring at him as he moved onto the mattress, his knees sinking into the soft pad.
“That’s the way I want you eventually,” he told her, his voice rough. “On your knees, bent over for me, screaming as I push my way up your tight pu**y. Turn around, baby. Let me show you what I can do.”
She smiled slowly. His voice sent shivers up her spine. It was part threat, part pure seduction as he stared at her, one hand gripping his cock, his fingers stroking over the shaft slowly.
“You think it’s going to be that easy?” she asked him, fighting to breathe now. “You want it, you can take it.”
His smile was intent, confident. “I can do that, Elizabeth,” he whispered. “I really could. But if I start wrestling you down, I’m not going to have the control to take time to eat that sweet cunt. And I really want to taste that hot cream I smell flowing from your body, baby.”
Elizabeth trembled. His voice was so rough, so dark, it was almost a physical caress as it stroked over her senses. Her pu**y clenched at his dark offer, an ache like nothing she had ever known before pulsing in the very depths of it. She wanted him there. Wanted to feel his tongue stroking over the flesh she kept free of hair, waiting, anticipating a time when she could feel his touch against it.