Denver
Thank God for a lack of locks—the cabin door swings open and we stumble through, attached at the lips. Kissing her with primal need, I kick the door shut and cage her against the grooves of the log wall. Her moans echo through the small space, and my tongue meanders down her neck, across her dainty collarbone, to the freckles speckling her shoulder. Kissing each freckle individually, I slip the dress strap down her arm, doing my best to ignore the way my cock’s already pressed painfully into the zipper of my jeans.
“I thought you promised to rip the dress off me.” She hooks her fingers in my belt loops, forcing the bulge of my erection against her stomach. Grinding into me, her eyes meet mine with a fiery stare.
“Rip the dress, then make you come until you can’t take another second.”
“And then you still won’t stop, right?” The corner of her mouth crooks upward, taunting me.
“That’s right, baby. You’re in for a long night.” Reaching behind her slender body, I grab either side of the zipper and tug. She bites her lip at the metallic sound of zipper teeth tearing apart and nods slowly for me to keep going.
“Rip the fucking dress for me,” she commands, spinning so I get a lovely view of her back and ass.
Without hesitation, I pull on the slippery fabric, letting her enjoy the sound of every thread being ripped to shreds. Goosebumps trail down her spine in the wake of the torn fabric. One more harsh tear exposes her ass, which I grab, digging my fingers into her flesh.
“No underwear,” I observe, exploring the softness of her bare skin.
“I was waiting for you to notice all night.”
Blair’s chest is heaving, and when I let the torn garment fall to the floor, she turns to grab either side of my face, kissing me feverishly.
“Good boy.” Fuck, her praise makes my cock twitch. Her hands slide up my jaw, plunging into my hairline. “Now about the second part of your promise.”
Tightening my grip on her ass, I walk us backward toward the bed. Her pierced nipples are pebbled and needing attention, and I take full advantage of the opportunity to mark her skin. Kissing and sucking her perfect tits, knowing how close she can get to coming from a little nipple play. Her head lolls back, the tips of her long hair tickling my forearms, and I toss her onto the bed.
She innocently pats the blanket, slipping a nipple between her fingers and giving the slightest pinch. I doubt there will be any gentle lovemaking filled with tears tonight. Not with the way she’s looking at me like a predator hungry for a long-overdue meal. “Lose the pants and come here.”
No belt in history has ever been removed so quickly. With a single snap, the belt and buckle fly across the room, landing on the hardwood floor with a twang as my pants fall to pool around my ankles. Blair sits up, grabbing my shirt in both hands, and tears. The row of pearl snaps fly open, and she kisses my stomach, working her lips over me until she’s reached the waistband of my boxer briefs.
My dick’s so fucking hard, it only takes a simple flick of the elastic for it to spring out, bobbing in front of her kiss-swollen lips. Her killer brown eyes look up at me through long lashes, and Blair slowly licks from the crease of my balls to the twitching tip of my hard cock.
I whimper, my hips bucking forward when she laps up the pearl of pre-cum. “Fuuuuck.”
Hands on my hips, she pushes me back from the edge of the bed and drops to her knees on the hardwood.
“Baby, no. Hold on.” I reach over her to grab a pillow for her knees. Then give her a few seconds to get comfortable, shifting side to side on the pillow, before I run the backs of my knuckles across her cheek.
Dainty fingers around my cock, she gives a firm tug to force even more pre-cum, and her thumb spreads it across the head. All the while, her eyes never leave mine. Teasing, with slow licks swirling the crown and dragging down the shaft, and fingers caressing my balls. Until I can’t take another second of the torture.
“Suck my fucking cock, Blair.” I grab hold of the base with one hand, her hair with the other. “I know you’re dying to. Open your pretty mouth for me. It’s been a while…I want to see how well you can take me now.”
She hungrily drops her jaw, eager to let me slide my cock between her pouty lips, tongue instinctively rolling to cradle my shaft the deeper I go. I push forward until she’s forced to breathe through her nose, spit pooling to lubricate my way into her throat. Her lips close around me, and I pull part of the way out before thrusting deeper into her wet mouth.
“That’s it, baby. You’re so fucking good at that. So goddamn greedy for my cock, aren’t you?”
She digs her nails into my ass, forcing me even deeper, until she makes a small, sputtering, choking sound. With watery doe eyes looking up at me, eager for praise, and saliva spilling from the corners of her full mouth, she’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t help the grunting, whimpering mess I’m becoming with every thrust into her beautiful face.
Mouth stuffed with my cock, a drop of spit barely clinging to her lip, she reaches between her legs, and the relieved moan reverberating in her throat encourages me to plunge forward.
I groan. “I can’t wait to feel how wet your perfect cunt is from this.”
She’s fucking intoxicating. Sucking me, wet and sloppy, and with the occasional popping sound when she breaks suction on the tip of my cock. Every greedy sound that buzzes under my skin sends me closer to the edge of oblivion.
“Fuck, you look beautiful with your mouth full of me.” I struggle to remain upright, shoving myself to the back of her throat and practically ripping the hair from her head while I fight to maintain some composure. Moaning her name like a goddamn prayer.
This moment. Blair. It’s everything. My undoing and my saving.
And holy shit, she’s working me over like it’s her fucking job. The perfect combination of tongue, suction, firm hands, and a way of looking up at me that has me wanting to see her from this angle every day for the rest of my life.
“I’m going to come, baby,” I say between groans of pure bliss. “Where do you want it?”
She pops off my cock and smirks. Blair’s cutesy, mischievous smile turns into her eagerly waiting for me to come, with glimmering eyes and a wide-open mouth. Her fingers wrapped around me, jerking until it feels like a heavy weight is pressing on my lower spine. An electrifying jolt of pleasure forces its way out in a staggering moan, and hot spurts of cum shower Blair’s face and tongue—the last few pumps falling short and trickling down her bare chest.
With most of the white substance collected on her tongue, my girl takes my pulsing cock back into her mouth and swallows around me. Muscles working to draw out every last drop as my knees threaten to buckle and my body convulses. She pulls away with a devastating pop sound, then rocks back on her heels, licking her lips and wiping a hand across the mess on her cheek. It takes more than a few seconds, and multiple deep breaths, before I can think or see straight.
“That was a big mistake, Blair.” I pant.
Her face quivers, running through a gamut of emotions in half a second.
“Now that you made me come, I’m going to take all the time in the world with you. Pick your safe word, because that’s the only way to stop me from forcing you to come over and over, until I decide you’re done. And, I fucking promise, you’ll be wanting to use the word long before I’ve had my fill of you.”
She gulps. “Neapolitan.”
I snort. That’s my fucking girl.
“Spread your legs, baby. I have some promises I need to keep.”
“Get over here then.” She scoots up onto the bed, propping herself up with a plethora of pillows against the headboard, letting her knees fall apart. Gorgeous cunt on full display. After the way she just sucked me dry, she deserves to be a pillow princess while I worship her pussy for the rest of the night.
I start toward her, and her thighs slam shut. “Not like that. Show me you deserve a taste. Crawl. ”
Fuck. She wasn’t kidding when she said I don’t know everything about her. But I’m the luckiest goddamn man alive to be here getting firsthand knowledge.
I drop to my hands and knees at the foot of the king-sized bed, and I fucking crawl. Because I’d do anything this girl asked me to do. Because I’m a fucking goner for Blair Hart. Because crawling across the bed to lick her sweet pussy is the absolute bare minimum when it comes to the things I would do for her. This comforter could be covered in broken glass, and I wouldn’t hesitate for a single second.
When I finally reach her, my palms press to her open thighs, steadying my orgasm-drunk body. And she inhales sharply with the smoothing of my fingers over her entrance. I can barely catch my breath, smelling her arousal, seeing it glisten on her pussy. It’s too much.
“So pretty when you’re soaking wet like this. I can’t wait to see how perfect you look around my bare cock.”
“First I need you to be a good boy and make me come.” She wiggles her hips so my finger moves closer to her clit.
“Oh, baby. Pretty soon you’ll be begging me to let you stop coming.” I trace the delicate skin at the apex of her thighs, loving the way her chest rises and falls in rapid commotion, until I get close to her clit. Then she quits moving altogether, waiting with bated breath for pleasure.
I slip a finger halfway inside her. “Sucking my cock turned you on, didn’t it?”
She nods, then shuts her eyes for a second to quietly say, “But…not as much as you coming on me did.”
My heart stutters, and I think my brain’s malfunctioning. Goddamn , that’s a kink I will enthusiastically participate in. “You like that? What do you like about it, baby?”
“Being yours,” she whispers.
I kiss her, tasting traces of my salty cum on her tongue. “You’re mine, Hart. This sweet cunt of yours has always belonged to me. I was the first one to make you wet”—my middle finger sinks into her—“the first fingers and tongue across your clit, the first cock deep inside you. You’ve always been mine, but I’m happy to mark you as a reminder.”
“ Yes, please. ” She whimpers as my finger swipes through a drop of misplaced cum on her chest, and I rub it over a nipple. My touch rolling over the hardened bud has her instantly writhing, frantically trying to slip a hand between us to flick a finger over her clit. And I fully seat a second finger deep inside her.
“More,” she moans loudly. So I slip a third finger into her, and her eyes shut tight. “ Oh God. ”
“You need something more?”
She moans, thrusting against my hand, and a frail yes escapes her lips.
Her legs are already shaking when I bend down to taste her. Nudging her hand out of the way, I drag my tongue up her pussy and devour her.
She’s sweet and all mine.
I circle her clit—smiling inwardly as she begins to fall apart—then suck it into my mouth. And she flings an arm down onto the mattress, grasping at the bedding. Her pussy walls clench around my fingers, holding on to me as she shatters. In a drawn-out, raspy moan, Blair comes undone with a final flick of my tongue across her swollen clit.
“You taste so fucking good.” I lap up her wetness, feeling aftershocks vibrate through her thighs. “So goddamn beautiful when you come, too. Do it again. ”
I dive back in, reveling in the way she squirms with the slightest touch. Working her with my fingers and tongue, it’s not long before she’s back to the brink of ecstasy again. Digging her nails into my shoulders, dragging her heels across the bedding underneath us.
And by the fourth time, she’s begging me to stop, but she’s not mentioning ice cream. So I don’t.