Chapter 17
“Take me out,” I tell her, words gruff, as I grip her hair.
“Yes, sir.”
Oh fuck.
Those feminine hands with the pale pink nail polish reach inside my briefs and settle against my aching flesh.
A groan rolls out of me. “God, Vera, your hands are so soft.”
Her smile deepens as she frees me from my clothing. The heavy weight of my oversized dick is jutting from the opening in my jeans.
“You are a big boy.”
A rumble builds in my chest and I reply, “In every way.”
Testing her grip, she fists my shaft with both hands. The only way I can stop myself from erupting all over those big tits is to hold every goddamned muscle in my body tight.
“Enough,” I growl.
She freezes. “But… don’t you want me to?—”
Clearing her throat, she blinks at my cock. “Don’t you want me to finish this.”
“No fucking way. Not yet.”
Slowly she raises her eyes to me. “You said a lot of words, Ace. No one word answers for the last ten minutes. It seems being really turned on loosens up your vocal cords.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, it does. Now here are some more words for you. The only place that load is going is in your pussy.”
Her lips turn into a wicked grin. “Sir, you are dirty.”
“You fucking love it. Now my turn. Don’t worry, my hard-on isn’t going anywhere.”
I rest my knee on the bed and tilt her back, so I can get my mouth on her. The first target in this planned assault is her throat. Right under the jaw, where the pulse is going a thousand miles per hour.
Vera lifts up off the bed, her body reaching for mine.
“This thing vintage?” I ask, sliding my fingers inside the silky skirt-thing.
“Not at all.”
“Good. I’ll buy you another.” The fabric rips, the sound louder than her gasp.
Below, I find a pair of delicate green panties made of see-through lace.
“Good god,” I groan as my Adam’s apple shoots up and back down. “These are hot as fuck.”
She blinks at me, mouth parted and I can’t stop myself from kissing her again as I clutch the entire valley of her pussy in my hand.
I fucking love having big hands. Mine are so big the heel of my palm covers her clit and my fingers reach all the way back to the secret, tempting crease of her ass.
“Yes, please,” she breathes against my lips. “I don’t know what I’m asking for but, please. You know what to do.”
“Yeah, I do.”
I push her back onto the bed, my vision hazing as I look up and down the length of her. There’s a mile of creamy pale skin with a green satin bra and green lace panties.
“Next time I’ll go slow,” I promise.
Vera grips the bedding, her body trembling as she looks up at me. “Thank god, I don’t think I could take it slow right now. Not after that motorcycle ride.”
“Spread your legs.”
She instantly obeys. The pink seam of her sex teases me through the soaked lace.
My dick turns into a flag pole. It was already hard. Now it’s defying gravity.
With color on her cheeks, Vera says, “You can tear these too and my bra if you want.”
My lust sharpens to a razor’s edge. I’m gonna be buying this woman a lot of lingerie.
Crawling onto the bed over top of her, I look down into her pretty, lust-hazed eyes as I hook two of my thick fingers into the side of her panties. “You’re unleashing a dangerous thing.”
“Who knew I liked danger so much?”
The fabric gives way with a sharp sound, coming off into my hand. I grind them against my nose, getting my first smell of heaven.
I do the same with her bra. Snapping the front in two pieces as she stares in shock. Before the sound has stopped echoing through the room, I’ve got my mouth on her rock-hard nipple and my fingers between her legs.
She whimpers hotly, her hands flying up to grip my hair. But those whimpers turn to shouting through her gritted teeth when I bite down on her tit.
Goddamn this woman was made for me.
“Ready?” I rasp as I drag my mouth across to the other nipple.
Shaky voice, she asks, “For what?”
“This.” I sink my finger into the tightest, hottest heat I’ve felt in my life.
Vera’s head jerks back, her legs shooting wider. That’s what I thought. She was so fucking ready.
When I slide down her body, her hands stay locked in my hair, her muscles quivering everywhere my mouth lands.
And when I reach her pussy, I don’t give her a second to think. I crush my mouth against her opening, fucking her with my finger as I eat her recklessly.
She’s loud.
Let ’em hear. Let the whole goddamn compound hear it.
I hold her open, alternating between spearing my tongue into her slit and using it to circle her clit.
“Ace!” she shrieks, nearly tearing my hair out. “There! I like that.”
I go hard at her and Vera crashes into her first orgasm, her legs going limp, falling to the side, her hands twitch against my scalp. She comes and comes. Throaty sounds filling my room.
I don’t stop when she’s done. I give her two fingers, finding the spot I know will send her off again.
Shaking from her hips to her toes, she laughs and laughs, half-yelling, “Oh god!”
It’s the same laugh she shared with me on the back of the bike. A free, wild sound, I’ll be chasing to the end of my days.
“Good girl,” I tell her, and to my surprise the woman detonates.
No holding back, she shouts, she flails her arms wide, whimpering my name.
Satisfaction hums through me. I file the good girl response away. That’s going to be very useful to me for the rest of my life.