to his damn rules.
“Well,” his hooded eyes view down upon my flushing body, “did I meet your expectations, Lurlene?”
“Yes.” I smile and bat my eyes. “But I think I’d rather have been disappointed,” I admit, surprised that I said it aloud.
His hand reaches around my neck. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back. “I can disappoint you,” he lowers his head until our mouths almost touch, “if that’s what you want, sweetheart.”
“That is what I want,” I confess before my sensibility has a chance to catch up with the rest of me.
He pulls on the wad of hair procured in his strong hand, exposing my throat. Hot lips strike my neck. He draws my pliable flesh into his mouth. Sucking me, licking me, biting me, and kissing me, my skin turns to fire and he’s the accelerant. I grip his broad shoulders and pull him closer for more. He yanks my shirt off my shoulder to feast on me there, his tongue soothing the trail of bite marks. My back arches; I need more. He pulls my shirt and bra down, and the air hits my uncovered breast. He takes my erect bead into his warm mouth. Holy shit! I let out a moan. He bites my nipple hard. I’ve had my nipples kissed and licked but never has a man bitten them so ferociously as though they belong solely to him and he’s marking them, making me his. And the harder he bites, the more it hurts, and damn, the more it’s turning me on. My knees weaken, and I fold into him.
He catches my collapsing body and yanks me against him. “Fuck, babe,” he growls and captures my mouth with his. The kiss deep and passionate, our tongues tangle and play, taunt and taste one another. Heat builds. Desire ignites. I grab his shoulder, run my hand up his nape, and clutch his short messy hair, guiding his head as I devour his lips.
“Lurlene,” he breaks from my mouth, “babe.” Breathless, he tries to pull away.
“Don’t stop.” I tighten my grip on his hair and haul him back to my mouth. I want him. I lift my legs and wrap them around his sturdy hips. I need to feel him. I squeeze my thighs and moan against his lips as his impressive hardness imbeds me. “Yes.” I grab his shoulder and grate my pelvic against his. My wetness builds.
His firm, strong hands grip my hips. “Is this what you want,” he says, grinding me harder to him. “Your clit rubbing against my cock?”
“Yes.” I breathe into his neck, clutching his hair and shoulder. This is what I want. I want to have sex with him, but if he keeps this up, I might just explode before that actually happens.
“Oh, yeah.” He kisses my neck, nibbles my lobe, and whispers into my ear, “You want this cock deep inside you?”
“Oh, God.” I toss my head back. Damn, I do! I’m ready. I’m willing to spread my legs for him. Surrender my virtue. Let him take me. This is insane!
“Hold on tight, sweetheart,” he says. Wrapping his arms around me, he carries me out of the kitchen, and within a few foggy seconds, we’re in what I can only imagine is his bedroom. He kicks the door closed and gently lowers me onto the soft flannel sheets covering his bed. “Fuck.” He pulls back, standing. “You’re ready.” His eyes cascade over my heated body, and as always, he touches me without lifting a finger. I feel sexy. I feel wanted. My back arches for that invisible touch. “Yes,” he coaxes with a slight movement of his chin, his jaw clenching. “So ready.” His gold-speckled eyes glow down upon me. “Mmm.” He sits down on the bed. “Lift your shirt. Let me see those perfect tits.”
That need to want to please the man takes over, and I do as he bids. I lift my shirt up. A small smile tugs on his lips. “Your bra too.” He looks directly into my eyes, leaving no chance for escape. I tug on my bra. The material scrapes my raw hard tips, reminding me of what his teeth had inflicted. I gasp and the corner of his mouth twitches as though he knows the torture he’s perpetrating deep inside me.
“Well,” his hooded eyes view down upon my flushing body, “did I meet your expectations, Lurlene?”
“Yes.” I smile and bat my eyes. “But I think I’d rather have been disappointed,” I admit, surprised that I said it aloud.
His hand reaches around my neck. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back. “I can disappoint you,” he lowers his head until our mouths almost touch, “if that’s what you want, sweetheart.”
“That is what I want,” I confess before my sensibility has a chance to catch up with the rest of me.
He pulls on the wad of hair procured in his strong hand, exposing my throat. Hot lips strike my neck. He draws my pliable flesh into his mouth. Sucking me, licking me, biting me, and kissing me, my skin turns to fire and he’s the accelerant. I grip his broad shoulders and pull him closer for more. He yanks my shirt off my shoulder to feast on me there, his tongue soothing the trail of bite marks. My back arches; I need more. He pulls my shirt and bra down, and the air hits my uncovered breast. He takes my erect bead into his warm mouth. Holy shit! I let out a moan. He bites my nipple hard. I’ve had my nipples kissed and licked but never has a man bitten them so ferociously as though they belong solely to him and he’s marking them, making me his. And the harder he bites, the more it hurts, and damn, the more it’s turning me on. My knees weaken, and I fold into him.
He catches my collapsing body and yanks me against him. “Fuck, babe,” he growls and captures my mouth with his. The kiss deep and passionate, our tongues tangle and play, taunt and taste one another. Heat builds. Desire ignites. I grab his shoulder, run my hand up his nape, and clutch his short messy hair, guiding his head as I devour his lips.
“Lurlene,” he breaks from my mouth, “babe.” Breathless, he tries to pull away.
“Don’t stop.” I tighten my grip on his hair and haul him back to my mouth. I want him. I lift my legs and wrap them around his sturdy hips. I need to feel him. I squeeze my thighs and moan against his lips as his impressive hardness imbeds me. “Yes.” I grab his shoulder and grate my pelvic against his. My wetness builds.
His firm, strong hands grip my hips. “Is this what you want,” he says, grinding me harder to him. “Your clit rubbing against my cock?”
“Yes.” I breathe into his neck, clutching his hair and shoulder. This is what I want. I want to have sex with him, but if he keeps this up, I might just explode before that actually happens.
“Oh, yeah.” He kisses my neck, nibbles my lobe, and whispers into my ear, “You want this cock deep inside you?”
“Oh, God.” I toss my head back. Damn, I do! I’m ready. I’m willing to spread my legs for him. Surrender my virtue. Let him take me. This is insane!
“Hold on tight, sweetheart,” he says. Wrapping his arms around me, he carries me out of the kitchen, and within a few foggy seconds, we’re in what I can only imagine is his bedroom. He kicks the door closed and gently lowers me onto the soft flannel sheets covering his bed. “Fuck.” He pulls back, standing. “You’re ready.” His eyes cascade over my heated body, and as always, he touches me without lifting a finger. I feel sexy. I feel wanted. My back arches for that invisible touch. “Yes,” he coaxes with a slight movement of his chin, his jaw clenching. “So ready.” His gold-speckled eyes glow down upon me. “Mmm.” He sits down on the bed. “Lift your shirt. Let me see those perfect tits.”
That need to want to please the man takes over, and I do as he bids. I lift my shirt up. A small smile tugs on his lips. “Your bra too.” He looks directly into my eyes, leaving no chance for escape. I tug on my bra. The material scrapes my raw hard tips, reminding me of what his teeth had inflicted. I gasp and the corner of his mouth twitches as though he knows the torture he’s perpetrating deep inside me.
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