“Do you like to swallow, baby?” His rough, textured voice magnified her need to alarming levels, and she wondered if she was in danger of climaxing just by feeling him spurt his semen inside her mouth.
“I never have before, but I really want to.” She sucked up another drop of pre-come and shuddered, drunk by his taste. Intoxicated by him. Her eyes drifted shut and suddenly she couldn’t not taste him, couldn’t hold back from bringing him to orgasm with her mouth.
As her head bobbed and her mouth moved frantically sucking his cock, he began plunging upward. “Oh baby,” he moaned, his body vibrating with tension. “Oh, God, yeah.”
She caught the lustful look on his face and her sex throbbed in response. He watched, his pupils engulfing the silver of his irises, as he slid his body in and out of her mouth, his long, thick cock wet and rigid and marked with veins.
Ivy felt her own orgasm tease through her when he stiffened for a moment, then began spurting inside of her. She shuddered at her first taste of him, swallowing him up while trying to keep the pace she had set, her fingers joining her mouth to cover the lower part of him and caress his testicles.
His dark head thrashed to the side, cords straining in his neck as he continued coming, feeding her body, her soul, with his semen, his essence, letting her taste what one day could join with her body to create life. The thought of one day having a child with this man undid her.
When he suddenly recovered and sat up, staring at her with nearly black eyes and a predatory, panther’s gaze that promised her untold ecstasy, Ivy trembled in readiness.
With one powerful move, he seized her by the waist and rolled her over, splaying her wide open on the bed. He was her every fantasy come to life, her every desire, her every longing and yearning, he had become it. And her pussy gripped with need, jealous that her mouth had had the pleasure of being filled by his cock. Her vagina walls quivered as he surveyed her, the tight ripples in her tissue producing more heated moisture at the prospect of being fucked.
His chest gleamed with sweat, his nakedness arousing her beyond comprehension.
He reached both hands between her parted thighs and opened them wider, thighs that felt liquid and weak, and then he slid both hands up the inside of her flesh, where he inserted the index finger of each of his hands into her vagina.
The simultaneous penetration of each finger, at the same time, curling inside her sheath to stroke his fingertips in a sinuous scrape down her vagina walls, made her scream out. Pleasure collided with pain and gripped her in a whirlwind of unbearable sensations.
“Cade!” His name was a breathless plea, and it made his face tighten as he watched her writhe. He repeated the double penetration of his index fingers.
“Show me how much you like this, baby. I can tell you do. Your pussy walls won’t let go of me.”
Her throat clamped down on any words, for what he was giving her was past pleasure, past bliss, past ecstasy. There wasn’t a name for it. No name for the way the flames consumed her. Took her. Shook her.
Her head thrashed behind her and her spine arched helplessly, his fingers scraping her insides in a preamble to his possession.
Her breasts jiggled in her bra, and then he slid his hands up her abdomen, his eyes drawn to them. She wanted to tear her bra off and beg him to kiss her there. To love her boobs, because she did not.
Tiny spasms seized her, zinged in her pussy. Her straining nipples hurt against her bra.
“Pinch your nipples for me,” he commanded.
As she pinched them hard enough to shoot pleasure down to her toes, he pressed the head of his cock to the ultrasensitive slit of her pussy. Pleasure ripped through her as he entered her, inch by inch, with tormenting slowness, so that every cell in her body was aware of every inch of his cock, advancing inside her.
He reached around her and rubbed her ass between his hands, molding the flesh like clay, all while he scraped his cock against her moistened slit. She could feel the need in him like something palpable, in the ragged sound of his breath, the roughness in his voice.
She trembled when he teased the tip of his cock out of her, then nudged her clit with it. Then, he thrust it back in.
His thrusts turned rough, impressed by coarse, short grunts and lengthy guttural groans. A red-hot animal need had overpowered him, and her, and they were fucking like it.
Like animals.
“Argh! You feel so. Incredibly. Good.” His guttural voice on her ear drove her within reach of her orgasm. Her every muscle contracted as she squeezed her cunt around his strokes.
Her lips parted on a quiet gasp and her eyes rolled back as her climax crashed over her, taking her with it, drowning her with wave after wave of white-hot pleasure. Cade gorged his thick shaft inside her and let out a carnal, inarticulate sound as his large frame bucked, and then he rocked in spasm after spasm, pumping her all the time he came inside her.
She was still gasping when he fell on top of her, quickly propping himself up on his elbows to ease some of his weight off her and stroke one hand across her forehead.
She hummed appreciatively, her eyes drifting shut as she fought to come back to earth.
He brought his mouth to her ear and grazed her skin as he whispered, “You look like a woman well tended to.”
She opened her eyes to find him gazing down at her with a cocky smile. She was sure, without having to say it, he could see her feelings in her eyes like in a magic scry. “And you look very pleased about it,” she teased, but she suddenly wished she didn’t want to cry.
Tomorrow, this was all over.
She bit her lip and turned around, giving him her back so he didn’t notice her chin started to tremble. Thank God he missed it.
The mattress shifted when he eased himself off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom to get cleaned, and she took the time to compose herself.
Watching him return to the room naked, Ivy drew in a breath and moved to recline on the headboard, adjusting her panties and bra.
Seeing his cock in its new unhardened state felt slightly like spying, taking a glimpse of a still very threatening but far more vulnerable side of him.
He still looked formidable. His cock so thick and long it dangled heavily between his powerful thighs.
His abdomen was deliciously ridged by six hard, muscled squares. His chest, arms, and legs were lean and hard and corded, and those endless yards of luscious bronzed skin currently gleamed with sweat.
She had never seen something so beautiful.
He dropped down beside her. He kissed her on the lips and stroked his hand along her hair. “I like playing with you, Ivy.”