13. Chapter 13
Chapter 13
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I murmured. “I want to touch your skin.” Frankly, I needed his cock inside me, but a compromise was necessary.
“Eventually,” he retorted, sucking at my neck and leaving me marked.
I pushed up in his arms and presented my tender breasts in front of his mouth. He took the invitation. The heat and wetness of his mouth covered them and sent wave after wave of desire toward the apex of my thighs, which took me higher and higher. I ground myself against his chest, knowing I was leaving a damp streak on his shirt and not giving a damn.
“Chica, you’ll be the death of me. But I welcome it,” he said as his hand strayed between my butt cheeks and forward to find my center and sweep a finger across it.
“So wet and inviting,” he groaned. “I want to taste you.”
I felt myself falling backward. I hit the bed gently. Before I had time to consider what was happening, my legs were spread wide, and Sweet’s mouth was buried in my core. The depth of emotions I was feeling were impossible to explain. He was the first to care about my needs. I’d had orgasms with Mitch, but they were unexpected and never because it mattered to him.
Sweet licked, nibbled, and sucked on the erect bud he found until I was writhing on the sheets. Sweat popped out on my brow and desire made me raise my knees and open my legs wider. Sweet took advantage of it. His tongue impaled me, sinking deep into the quivering channel, and I lost my control. My fingers dug into the bed, my pelvis lifted toward Sweet’s mouth, and I exploded. Cum ran freely from me as I pulsated around his questing tongue. He drank of my essence as it spilled until I became limp.
“It’s not fair,” I managed to whisper. “You’re still dressed. You did marvelous things to me, but you haven’t let me do anything for you.”
He looked up from between my legs and I saw my juices glistening on his chin. His eyes smoldered as he replied, “We’re not even close to being done, Jemma. I might never get enough of you.”
“Undress for me,” I begged.
“I’m not as pretty as you, chica. I have scars, and some of the hidden tattoos aren’t exactly for virgin eyes.”
“I’m no virgin,” I boldly stated. “I want to drink from your cock the way you drank from me. I need to.”
I saw his staff jerk against the restraint of his pants. It wanted to play and so did I.
Sweet removed his cut, then pulled his shirt over his head. His eyes blazed with desire. I’d never felt so wanted in my entire life.
His steely muscles appeared, taking my breath away with their beauty. His pecs caught my eye, along with the colorful tattoos that surrounded them. I’d seen his arms and even his upper chest when we’d trained at the gym, but never his pecs. The dancing girl on his left side started out fully clothed, but as she danced around his nipple she shed them. By the time she appeared on his right pec she was not only naked but sprawled wide, showing that she was pleasuring herself.
The shock must have shown on my face because Sweet said, “I warned you, didn’t I?”
“So, you get off on this,” I bravely said as I touched between my legs, imitating the tattoo.
The rumble he let out before he fell on me like a rabid wolf made me giggle. Since my hands were already trapped between our bodies I made good use of them. I found his cock through the denim and squeezed.
“Shit!” he cursed. “Not yet. I don’t want to lose it yet.”
Ignoring his protest, I unzipped him and reached inside his pants to touch warm, solid flesh.
Sweet jumped from the bed with a speed I found fascinating. He dropped his pants to the floor and stood naked in all his glory. His long, thick, heavy cock rose from the curls between his thighs. Its size matched the rest of him, overly large and definitely strong, which was a little terrifying. I wasn’t sure my mouth would open wide enough to accommodate the tip much less be able to take all, or at least most of him inside. Yet, my mouth watered as the idea of swallowing the cum from that staff entered my mind.
Breathing hard, Sweet demanded, “Don’t just stare, woman. You said you wanted a taste, so take it!”
I sat up on the edge of the bed, my face level with the throbbing cock. I took it in one hand, sliding the other down to hold his balls and roll them along my fingers. His cock was warm and silky yet solid as a rock. It quivered against my palm. His balls were hot and filled my hand.
I licked across the tip of Sweet’s cock, sending a shudder through the big man in front of me. With that one stroke of my tongue, I knew I held power over him, and it made me smile. He was surrendering to me. He gave me his trust. I opened my lips wide and surrounded his warmth. The salty taste of him pleased me. I suckled and nipped to tease him before taking him deeper.
Sweet clutched my head in a vice grip between his hands. He slowed my frantic movements to meet his needs, then removed the restraint. I glanced at his side and saw that his hand was fisted and the veins in his legs stood out as he fought to keep from erupting. His entire body was so tense it was shaking.
I abruptly pulled back, and he let me go.
“Why won’t you just let it happen?” I asked, truly vexed at his refusal to give me a full taste.
“I need to be inside you, Jemma. I’ve thought of nothing less than that since the day I met you. I want what I’ve dreamed of in the darkest hours of the night. Don’t deny me that,” he reluctantly admitted.
I couldn’t deny him. Such a large, strong man, who could and would kill if necessary was revealing his dreams to me. There was no way I would refuse. I set aside my own needs to offer Sweet the gift he was asking for.
“Do you have protection?” I quietly asked.
“In my pocket.”
I lifted his heavy jeans from the floor and pulled a long strand of condoms from the pocket. I held them up with a question in my eyes.
“I had lots of dreams,” he said with a lecherous grin.
I gave him a naughty grin of my own, and very slowly rolled the condom over his mighty cock while he gritted his teeth. Payback was hell.
Neither of us felt like laughing when his broad shaft fought to enter me. He inched his way deeper until he reached what I was sure was my limit. Then, he shoved in another inch. I was full and tight. It was marvelous. Sweet began to move, kissing me and mimicking his body’s movements with his tongue.
The tension built quickly since he was so large he managed to touch all of my insides. My entire body tightened until it was difficult to breathe. I wrapped my legs around Sweet and lifted my hips to meet his thrusts as they became faster. There was no pain despite the length and width of his cock. My body seemed to be made for him as the muscles squeezed around him. My nails dug into his back, leaving bloody scratches to add to the scars he already owned, yet he didn’t appear to notice.
His touch was gentle as he kneaded my breasts while pounding himself inside me. The friction between us could have started a forest fire. I was definitely melting inside and out.
Sweet tensed, and I knew he was losing his battle for control. His cock pulsated when he came and brought on my orgasm. It went on and on until I thought I’d lose my mind. I understood why they called it the little death. For a second I truly thought I was dying. I felt the heat of his seed through the sheath that covered him. It warmed me through and through and let me know I was alive.
Though his orgasm had ended Sweet kept moving. He whispered in my ear, “Go up with me again.”
I did because it was easy, and I wanted it. This time I hid my face in his chest to keep from crying out his name when I came. I had no intention of waking my son. I had things I still wished to do with Sweet, and I wasn’t going to stop until I got what I wanted.
That was easy, too. Sweet was more than willing to indulge me. His dream had been met so he was willing to give me mine. He finally gave me the chance to fully taste him. I drank his cum without spilling a delicious drop. Sex with him was a fantasy that came to life. It would never be the same with another man. Sweet had ruined that.