Their tongues slid over each other, their moans echoing. His hard arms brought her flush against his chest as he deepened the kiss. Between their bodies, his cock grew thicker, harder. Her lashes fluttered closed on a sigh as her damp pussy purred its approval. One taste and she was hooked. His breath hitched and his body drew taut as his blunt fingers dug into her scalp.
Feathering kisses over his chest, she ran her hands across the wide expanse of smooth, delicious flesh. His heart beat furiously under her palm and she smiled at the way he reacted to her touch.
She moved to drop to her knees, so she could get up-close and personal with his cock, but he caught her arm. Eyebrow raised, she looked up at him.
Sharp lines stood out on his angular face. ―My turn.‖ His voice sounded deeper, his accent more pronounced.
Myka straightened
"Turnabout is fair play," he growled.
Her eyes flew open. He suckled her nipple through the material of her top. Heat speared her pulsing core, then spiraled through her body.
"Ah, God." She reached up, untied her halter, then pulled out the pins holding her heavy hair in place.
Mr. Dark dropped to his knees. Her breath stuttered, the "Slippery when wet," he read the words out loud, then looked up at her. "Let‘s test that theory." His finger made its way between her legs.
hairpins fell unheeded to the floor as he went to work on unfastening her jeans.
His tongue slid into her navel and flicked over the diamond hidden there. Her stomach muscles contracted and her wet core pulsed. He pushed the jeans and underwear off her hips and down her legs. Licking his lips, he leaned in, peering at the tattoo above her pubic area—her twenty-fifth birthday present to herself.
She tensed, then widened her stance. The hand on her waist tightened as his lips and teeth nipped at the soft skin of her belly. A thick finger slid into her. She gasped, inner muscles tightening around him.
"Fuck!" he hissed, the fingers at her hips digging into her flesh.
She rolled her hips, letting her head fall back. Her hands clutched his head as a wave of fire washed over her. He withdrew his finger and they locked eyes. He licked his finger clean, groaning at the taste.
Pulling away, he lifted her off her feet and walked a couple steps to tumble her onto the bed. He pounced before she stopped bouncing on the mattress, his mouth closing over a nipple, a finger plunging into her aching pussy.
Strangled sounds came from her throat, but she was deaf to them. She bucked and writhed. Blood pounded in her ears. This stranger made her feel things she‘d never felt. Took her places she‘d never been.
He added two fingers down below while his tongue glided over her nipple. Wet, erotic noises blended with her groans as he sucked. He bit down on her as his fingers scraped her walls, beckoning her to come.
The orgasm started at her toes, curled them and raced
upward, bowing her body under the force. Stiff fingers gripped the sheets as she arched off the bed. Her cries echoed through the room.
She fell back onto the bed, breath ragged, chest heaving, and sweat dripping down her face. He kissed her eyes, her lips.
"Condoms?" she asked.
Nodding, he got up to retrieve them, tugging off his jeans as he went. Lines in a foreign language were tattooed on his right shoulder. She watched him put the rubber on and swallowed. Her throat felt raw, overused. He crawled back up her body, his fingers once again dipping between her legs. She spread them wide, a fresh rush of heat pouring from her.
He positioned himself between her thighs and she reached between them to glide a finger down his length. He stiffened and groaned, then thrust himself into her palm. She caressed him through the condom, savoring his heat and hardness. One last squeeze, then she laid back and guided him to her entrance.
In a sharp thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. She cried out even as her legs rose to wrap around his waist and pull him closer. Lowering himself on his elbows, his hungry mouth found hers. Joined, they began to move. She swallowed his groans as he pounded into her, filled her.
Myka broke the kiss and panted. "God, yes…fuck me!" She dragged her nails down his back.
He froze and lifted his head to stare at her.
She sank her teeth into her lower lip and met his eyes. "Whats wrong?"
His nostrils flared. "Do that again." The three snarled words made her body clench.
"Do-do what?"
"Your nails on my back. Again."
No comments:
Post a Comment