Page 125 of When There Was You
Moaning around his girth, I revel in his rigidity, starkmasculinity, at how he’s using me while revering me. It spurs me on, all my nerve endings tingling.
A quick glance shows his eyes blazing, focused on me inhaling him, pleasuring him. Barely distinguishable words tumble from his lips…“heaven” and “death of me” and “mine.”
My jaw labors at being stretched for so long, but then his strokes come faster, his hand steadfastly keeping me at his mercy as he fucks my mouth with abandon.
“I’m…coming…baby. Swallow every…drop.”
I moan just before his hips thrust and grind, bottoming out in my throat as I breathe quickly through my nose. Warmth spurts with his final thrusts, and his hand nearly rips my hair. Tears from the intensity leak from my eyes as his gaze latches on mine.
He pulls out, still partially hard, and I gulp down the essence pooling in my mouth. Inhaling some deep breaths, I tilt my freed head up at my towering lumberjack. He stares down at me, green eyes blacker and hazy with lust. He lifts me from the floor, kissing me with renewed energy. His tongue sweeps mine, surprising me a little, considering. But he’s resolute, claiming my mouth with intensity.
“I love that fucking mouth,” he says, palming the side of my face.
I smile up at him, gratified at pleasing him…not to mention myself.
“Get on the bed on all fours.” His deep, captivating voice brooks no argument.
I’m feral for dominant Butch, willing to do whatever he demands. I want it, all of it, whateveritis. I crawl onto the ready sheets as instructed, my vulnerable assets on display.
“Stunning,” Butch murmurs, his breath warming my ass before he kisses me there. He unsnaps the teddy and the material springs away from my crotch. His fingers coast along my pussy andslip inside.
I moan, my entire body trembling from his touch, the anticipation, the desire surging unchecked through my veins.
He hums. “Baby, you’re dripping. Did you like sucking my cock? Did it make you want to come?”
“Yessssss.”
“Such a good slutty girl.”
His thick fingers venture in further—god, I love his fingers—two, then three. I’m gasping when he licks up the underside of my ass cheek and lands on my…my…um,otherhole. I’m ripped from my delirium as his wet tongue probes. When I stiffen, he stops.
“Relax, baby. I promise this will feel good if you get out of your head.”
For real?
“I’ve wanted this since the day we met. You have no idea how sexy you are, or what this means…you giving this to me. I want all of you, Sundance.Allof you.”
I whoosh out a breath. “Okay.”
“Trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Mine?”
“Yours,”I breathe.
“Relax. Get ready to come like you never have before.”
That’s one hell of a promise, and I force myself to chill. Butch resumes exploring the playground. His fingers and tongue create a symphony of sensations, pushing through my remaining resistance with surprising ease.
Oh…my. What he’s doing back there, everywhere, it’s an advanced level of dirty sex with a hint of taboo. We’re crossing new barriers tonight.
His tongue seeks, soft but persistent, as he groans against my flesh. Then a finger replaces his mouth, gently swirling and probing. He pushes in the very tip, allowing me time to adjust. My breath comes in pants, my center wiggling and pulsing and then pumping toward him, begging for more.
And he gives me more.
The pressure…fullness…of this foreign pleasure steals the air from my lungs. With his other hand strumming my pussy into a frenzy, I have zero notice before I combust with such force, my eyes squeeze shut and I wail through a powerful, raging orgasm. Tremors wrack my body, my limbs shaking uncontrollably.
