Page 52 of Finding Elodie
He grunted and tried to push her dress over her hips, but it wouldn’t go. She’d always been a little hippy, and the dress was made to slip over the top of her head. Not to mention, he hadn’t bothered to undo the small zipper on the side.
Before she could help him, he’d simply torn the material, the ripping sound loud in the otherwise quiet entranceway.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I’ll get you another.”
Elodie’s stomach clenched at the carnal move. But he wasn’t done.
Without lifting his head, Scott reached for her underwear and pushed them down as well. Elodie was butt-ass naked in his foyer, just as he warned her she might be.
He pulled his mouth off her nipple with a pop and went to his knees in front of her.
He shoved one of her legs out to the side, opening herself up to him. Elodie grabbed ahold of his head and held on as he leaned in. His eyes glanced upward and caught her gaze. She hadn’t ever been this turned on before, and seeing him on his knees in front of her, feeling one hand gripping her hip and the other kneading her ass, made her feel sexy as hell—and powerful.
“Lick me,” she ordered.
She saw him grin before he lowered his head once more. But he didn’t take his eyes from her, and Elodie found she couldn’t look away. She felt his tongue trace the seam of her pussy before he groaned low in his throat. She knew she was wet, she hadn’t lied about that in the truck. She should’ve been embarrassed. This wasn’t like her. Oh, she liked sex, but this was different. More intense. More passionate. Just…more.
Scott shifted and circled her clit with his mouth. She couldn’t see where his beard ended and her pubic hair started. All she could see was his intense brown gaze boring into her own.
His chin moved as he began to suck on her.
“Good Lord!” she exclaimed as she bucked against his face. She’d never gone from zero to one hundred as fast as he was taking her. “Shit, Scott, yeah…just like that.”
She couldn’t help but close her eyes and lean against the wall behind her. She held on to his head for dear life as he ate her out more roughly than anyone ever had before. He wasn’t gentle in the least as he sucked on her clit, pushing her toward a climax.
“Too much,” she complained, even as she tightened her fingers on his head. Scott didn’t listen to her anyway, flicking her clit fast, as if his tongue was a vibrator. She began to shake, and his hands gripped her hips tighter.
Elodie wanted to thrust but didn’t have the leverage. She lifted one of her legs and threw it over his shoulder, and heard and felt him grunt in approval. He palmed her thigh and held on as she now teetered on one leg in front of him.
“I’m gonna come,” she warned Scott, probably unnecessarily. He was most likely very aware that she was on the verge of a monster orgasm. Her belly clenched and her thighs shook. She whimpered as the feeling grew and grew inside her. It was almost scary how out of control she felt, but then she realized that there was no need to be frightened. Scott had her. He’d make sure she didn’t fall.
Elodie held her breath as she went over the edge, overwhelmed by how good Scott was making her feel. Maybe it was the new position—she’d never come while standing up before—or maybe because she was teetering on one leg, but whatever the reason, this orgasm felt as if it was her very first. Overwhelming and all-consuming.
Before she could process what was happening, Scott was moving. He leaned down and picked her up, carrying her into the living room and lying her on her back on the couch. He crouched over her, rolling a condom over his large cock.
Elodie had been with her fair share of men. Small dicks, crooked dicks, fat dicks, thin dicks. But she’d never taken someone as thick as Scott. Excitement welled up within her. She spread her legs as wide as she could on the leather couch and arched her back sensuously.
His eyes took in her every movement, and she saw his cock jump in his hand. She loved knowing she could affect him. She wasn’t afraid to take him inside her body. He’d more than made sure she was ready. She could feel her wetness dripping down her thighs and had the crazy thought that she was glad his couch was leather and would clean easily, before Scott leaned forward and notched the giant mushroom head of his cock between her folds.
They hadn’t said much up till now, and Elodie could see a vein in the side of Scott’s forehead pulsing.
He held himself over her and ever so slowly fed his dick into her welcoming body.
Elodie felt a pinch of pain, and she spread her thighs even wider as she reached down and grabbed hold of his rock-hard ass. Scott was one big muscle. He could easily hurt her, but he was going slow, giving her a chance to adjust to his size.
He groaned as if in agony when he got halfway in.
“More,” she urged.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he got out between clenched teeth.
“Scott, you just made me orgasm harder than I’ve ever come before. I’m so wet, I’m dripping all over your fucking couch. Just take me already!”
“Bossy,” Scott said with a chuckle.
“Less talk, more action,” Elodie complained.
He moved before she was even finished speaking. Slamming the rest of the way inside, making nerves she’d never felt come to life.
