24. Deal
Deal
Elena
He still has the lingering flavor of rootbeer on his breath when he finally kisses me.
Tender and slow, he holds me so tightly I don’t know where I end and he begins.
His gentle caresses urge me to open to the exploration of his tongue.
A moan grows between us as our fingers roam, pressing and pulling until he’s consuming me, owning my mouth with his.
It’s everything I wanted and more. For weeks I’ve been hoping, longing that he’d give in. And now, it’s better than I could have ever hoped.
His touch lands on parts of my body that build a fire deep within my belly.
When he grips my thighs, he lifts me easily, wedging his thick cock between us as he lowers me to his lush mattress.
I’ve been dreaming of what he’d look like naked. I should have known reality would be even better.
“Please, daddy.” I reach down, finally getting to touch his veiny length.
With a hiss, he pulls his hips away. “Impatient girl. If I’m going to break all the rules for you, I’m making it worth it.
” His mustache tickles along my throat before I feel the nip of his teeth on the lobe of my sensitive ear.
“You’re going to scream until you’re hoarse, and I’m going to spank that pretty ass so that every time you sit you’ll think of me.
” His dark eyes glint with a grin, then he lowers his lips to the tender skin below my jaw.
When his mouth reaches the hem of my tank top he pauses. “Are you taking it off, or am I ripping it off?”
I raise my head to meet his mischievous gaze. “You’d have to buy me another.” My nails arc up his shoulder to run through the coppery length of his hair.
“Deal,” he murmurs, gripping the stretchy fabric in his broad hands, he tears it down the middle, exposing my bare breasts with a savage grunt.
He’s so primal, it makes me squirm my waist in a desperate reach towards him.
I shriek playfully when he bites onto the hard bud of my nipple, rolling it between his teeth.
Wrapping my leg over his, I try to pull him against me, but he shifts lower to tickle my belly button with his mustache.
“Wade,” I pant as his chin draws over the tip of my pelvis.
I’ve only had sex with one other person, years ago. And he never went down on me.
“You don’t have to—” I know there’s a lot of guys who don’t like to.
That’s okay with me. I just want him.
But Wade’s growl stops my protest.
“Let daddy have his dessert.” He meets my gaze as he lowers his mouth.
Tasting me for the first time.
“Oh shit.” I lose any sense of ownership of myself. Raw electricity races a burning current through every nerve ending.
I’m on fire from the center, out.
Waves of heat radiate through my limbs as his tongue circles my clit, stroking and licking me higher and higher on a pillar of flames.
My hips buck against his face, but his firm palm holds my waist.
“Sweeter than any ice cream.” He nips the inside of my thigh, then burrows into my pussy with renewed appetite.
A tremor starts in the depths of my belly, coiling tighter with every jolting suction of his mouth. It’s so much more intense than anything I could ever hope to achieve alone.
Stars pop behind my eyes as my fists cling first to his hair, his hand, the blanket. Anything I can grab to try and keep myself from crawling to the ceiling.
When he pushes one of his thick fingers into me and curls, hitting that spot so deep inside, the riptide catapults me into the shivering depths of an orgasm that consumes every muscle.
Seizing my lungs into an uncontrollable moan, my back arches like a bridge to the skies before I collapse to the mattress.
My god.
When his tongue flattens against me again, it almost hurts.
“Please,” I pant. “Let me catch my breath.” A smile is plastered to my face as I throw my elbow over my eyes.
But he doesn’t stop. Instead he pushes a second digit deep inside, making me gasp with the fullness.
“No rest for the wicked,” he grunts, churning his hand. “You deserve this.” His dark eyes sparkle as his nose buries against my pussy.
He’s torturing me with his masterful tongue.
And I’m relishing every second of it.
He spreads me wider and raises his head, a russet curl falling over his forehead. “Look at you, so fucking wet for me. It should be a crime what you do to me.”
My heels dig into his shoulders. “Then lock me down. Throw away the key.” Gyrating my hips, I rub my slick seam against his glistening chin.
With a growl, he raises onto his knees, his jutting cock pointing towards the sky. Roughly grabbing my thigh, he flips me onto my belly and lifts my pelvis.
Another stinging bite of his palm hits my leg, but it doesn’t hurt. Instead it makes my inner muscles quiver.
Reaching around, he finds my engorged clit, driving me backwards against his stiff length.
Then another smack propels me onto his hand, making me cry out as he drives me closer to another peak.
“That’s it. You’re going to get this begging pussy punished.” The heat of his fingers balms in between the burn of each strike.
It should be wrong how much I like this, but I can feel myself dripping down my thighs.
“More,” I beg, clenching the comforter in my teeth. “Harder, daddy,” I whimper.
His fingers knot into my hair, raising me onto my knees to press my back against his broad chest.
The scorching sweep of his touch works down my breasts as his hot mouth lands on my exposed throat.
“Every time you call me that—” His whiskers move over my sweaty skin, then he nuzzles the tender skin below my ear. “—it makes me want you more. Like the spoiled little tease needing to be bent over and fucked.”
My body writhes against his, and I’m finally able to grasp the hard base of his thick shaft.
His rapid inhale raises goosebumps along the tiny hairs on my nape.
“Then do it,” I whisper, running my thumb over his slick ridge.
When I squeeze, he jerks his hips, then grabs my waist in a bruising grip.
“Hands on the headboard and I’ll grant your wish.” Pushing my legs wider, he lines up his granite cock, and thrusts inside of me.