Page 28 of Without a Hitch
I snap. Thinking of my ex and the vendetta against her will not interfere with what’s happening here and now. Not tonight, fuckers.
I roughly rip Pepper’s bra away, and my teeth pluck her left nipple before moving onto her right. I lick and lap and savor every inch of her perfectly swollen breasts.
“You taste even better than you feel,” I groan against her ribcage in my quest to move south.
She lifts her leg the second my knees hit the floor and rests it over my shoulder. She’s completely open to me. My watering mouth is inches from her slick heat, but I make her squirm as I stare and inhale. I want to bottle her spicy scent and mark her with mine. But not yet. First, she needs to beg. I rub my nose up the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of where she wants me.
“Tell me what you want,” I demand, taking back some of the control.
“I want to come.” Her words are direct. Honest. And I fucking love it.
I waste no more time diving in. Opening her slit with my left hand, I run my tongue up and down her slick folds a few times before plunging into her depths. Her taste is unique and addictive. I want to coat my entire body in it.
“Oh, God,” she wails.
She’s loud, but I want her louder. I won’t be satisfied until this entire floor hears her screaming my name.
My tongue circles her clit before I flatten it and flick relentlessly at the tiny bundle of nerves. Her hips move up and down, riding my face, and I put my dick in a choke hold before I pop off prematurely. Her leg slips off my shoulder and she rolls her hips as both feet find purchase on the floor. I tug myself with slow strokes as I take my time learning Pepper’s body. When I insert two fingers into her slippery channel, I release myself so I can use both hands to hold her to me.
I can’t help the groan that escapes when she clamps down on my fingers. She might squeeze the life out of my cock when I finally enter her.Wouldn’t that be the way to go though?
“Lift your hips toward the ceiling,” I whisper against her pussy, and she complies.
Removing my fingers, I use her juices to rub tight circles around her clit as my mouth moves lower.
“Blaine,” she shouts, and I pause. An overwhelming urge for her to know me sits heavy on my chest. The real me. Not the Blaine persona I present to the world, but Lochlan. Then she pushes her hips forward, urging me on, and I forget everything but making her come.
Lifting up on my knees, I grasp her hips and flip her around so her chest and face rest against the wall. She starts to speak, but I press her forward, grip her ass, then dive back in. Licking her from behind, I slip one hand around her hips to attack her clit again.
She writhes beneath my touch, and I can’t ever remember being this turned on. I place both hands on her ass and spread her cheeks as I lick from her clit to her puckered hole and back again. She gasps and shoots forward to the wall, but I pull her back to me.
“Hold still,” I repeat. Then lift my hand and massage her left ass cheek, gratified when her pussy tries to clamp down on my tongue. “You liked that, you naughty girl.”
She howls her consent as my tongue rims her ass again, and somehow I know that no one else has ever touched her here. It makes me that much greedier. My fingers on her clit speed up to keep pace with my pounding heart.
“I. Blaine? I. Holy shit.”
I grin evilly against her ass, then bring my other hand between her legs and enter her pussy without warning. My fingers work on overloading her senses, and it doesn’t take long before her legs quiver and shake.
Precome seeps from my engorged cock. The sounds she’s making alone could cause my release.
Standing quickly, I detach myself just long enough to push her back down a little more, remove my shirt, and grab a condom. Once I’m sheathed, I lift her hips so she’s standing on her tiptoes. She’s completely open to me like this. Her arousal is dripping down her legs, and I can’t wait any longer. I enter her in one forceful thrust.
She cries out. I see stars, and it takes me a minute to get hold of myself. A minute she doesn’t give me as she lifts even higher onto her toes and pushes back against me. I stand completely still as she moves up and down on my shaft. It’s reverse cowgirl standing up, and I fucking love how her tits slap against the wall, but this is my rodeo.
Wrapping one arm around her waist and another around her shoulders, I hold her to my chest, lifting her off the floor, and back us up to the bed in one sweeping motion.
When my knees hit the mattress, I lower us down, never once losing the connection, and when I’m resting comfortably against the headboard, I release her. Pepper drops forward onto her hands and knees, and I’ve never seen a fucking sexier sight.
Scrambling to keep our connection, I nearly cry out when I slip from her pussy. I’ve never been this desperate to get deep inside a girl again, but that’s what I am. A desperate, desperate man, and I can’t take another breath until I slam back into her.
Pepper pants below me, arching her back, begging for me. And bloody hell, do I give it to her. Grasping her hips, I thrust harder and harder until I bottom out. Her walls quiver again, and I know she’s close, but I can’t let this end. I don’t want it to end.I may never want it to end.
“Tell me how you like it, darling. Fast and hard? Slow and sweet? Or maybe you want it a little rough?” I demand as I continue to pound into her.
She’s breathless as she pants her answer in time with the punch of my hips. “Hard. Rough. Dirty,” she gasps.
Christ. She might be the perfect woman. If that’s what I was searching for.
