Insatiable

Chapter 11

Rhett

With my fingers laced with hers, Carina leads me down the pathway to her place. We walk in silence. From time to time we look at each other and exchange goofy smiles. She’s so easygoing.

When we get to her house, she leans against the doorframe as I step in closer.

“This is me,” she says, pointing her thumb over her head.

“Yeah, this is you… and me.” I grin. “I think we’re going to make some nice music together.”

“Do you mean a jingle or a symphony?”

“I love your sense of humor, darlin’. Do you have any neighbors?”

“No, not yet. The ranch hands live on the other side. Riley wanted me to stay on this part because I’d have my privacy. Why?”

I crowd into her space. “I want to know if anyone will hear you scream out my name when I make you come hard.”

“Oh, God, Rhett.” She closes her eyes.

I’ve never wanted a woman this much in my life.

“Can I get your key?” I extend a hand. “Time to make true on my promise.”

Without breaking our gaze, she fumbles through a small gold clutch with a tortoiseshell handle that circles her wrist. She pulls out her key and drops it in the palm of my hand. Our eyes travel down at the same time, heightening the moment.

“Fair warning. I might be more of a wrangler and less of a gentleman when we walk through those doors because going slow is more than I can offer you tonight.”

Worry flashes across her eyes. “I don’t know if I can keep up.”

“Follow my lead, and you’ll do just fine.”

“Okay.” She offers a small nod before stepping to the side.

I open the door, grab her by the waist and when we burst through the door, I kick it shut behind me with my foot and lock it. I turn around to face her, a wolfish grin stretching my lips.

“I have you all to myself.”

She steps away from me. The fact she’s doing it backward is amusing in itself.

“Where are you going?”

She doesn’t answer. Like a whirlwind, she turns on a few lights and comes to stand in front of me.

The lust I read in her eyes is intoxicating.

She wants me the same way I want her.

After a long stretch of celibacy, I end up with the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. My arousal is strong, it’s like I have this barbarian living inside of me. “How do you like your ride?”

She looks at me confused. “I don’t understand.”

“You, throwin’ a saddle on me and ridin’ on top like a dirty cowgirl?

Me, on top, dominating you with my big cock?

Us, doing a sixty-nine, so we can both drink up each other’s release at the same time?

Doggy style, so I can ride you and fill my hands with your fine ass? Or up against a wall… just because?”

She blinks. “I only know you on top… not sure about the dominating… or big cock parts, though.”

That’s a crime right there.

“And I think I’m a bit too curvy for the wall thing… that’s what my ex used to say.”

“You’re too curvy? Or he was a weakling?”

She burst out laughing.

“Honey, you got the right amount of curves, and taking you up against a wall ain’t no big deal for me, if that’s what you want.”

She goes quiet.

I scour her small house and meet her gaze again. “Let’s have a little dirty fun.”

“Does this have to do with you wrangling me?”

Seems like she’s had a predictable sex life. “It has everything to do with it.”

Time to turn up the volume.

“Take your dress off—nice and slow—and kick off those sandals. Then, I want you to strip out of whatever you’re wearing underneath your dress, walk to the couch and get on all fours.” I leave no room for arguments.

“Wh—what?”

“Which part didn’t you get?”

Big blue eyes stare at me.

I cock an eyebrow and cross my arms across my chest.

She gives me what I want.

I lower my gaze and watch as she bends down to unbuckle her gold sandals. Once she has them kicked to the side, she unties her belt, grabs hold of the hem of her dress, pulls it over her head, and lets it drop to the floor.

I cast my eyes on her sexy as hell underwear. Her huge tits are saluting me.

I take a few steps back. “Jesus Christ. What the hell are you wearing, woman?”

She giggles. “It’s a stretch lace chemise.”

“I don’t speak a word of French.”

“With the slinky fabric of the dress, I needed underwear that didn’t show. The chemise is like a super short mesh lace dress. It’s the best option.”

Carina’s heavenly body is adorned in a black lace top with a plunging neckline that hits her mid-thigh. The top part is satin, but the lower part is completely see-through— Wait a minute.

I blink twice.

“You aren’t wearing a bra or panties?”

She shakes her head. “The top supports the girls.”

Not really, but I’m not complaining. Huge, hanging tits are a beautiful thing.

“They’re heavy—courtesy of both nonnas—so I still need the coverage… even if I don’t need it below.”

Fuck me.

As I drink up her tempting body, my heart thunders, and my cock jerks. I’ve been hard since I saw her in the garden, but now, my cock is demanding freedom.

All in good time.

Without being coaxed, she pulls the chemise over her head and lets it drop to the floor.

I can’t help but grunt at the sight of the perfect dark triangle covering her pussy. The contrast against her pale skin is hedonistic.

“Christ, Carina, you’re so fucking beautiful.” The words fall out of my mouth.

“You make me feel beautiful, Rhett.”

We stare at each other for a few short seconds until my desperate cock twitches again.

I wave an impatient finger to the couch.

The faster she assumes the position, the faster I can devour her trimmed bush.

She turns around and flashes me her plump ass as she strides away from me.

Thank you, God.

She climbs on the couch and gets on all fours. From where I’m standing, I can only admire her sideways.

I need a better view.

Like a hungry predator, I eat up the floor underneath me until I’m standing behind her. “Scoot up. I need a little more room.”

She does.

I pull out my phone and wallet from my back pockets and drop them on the coffee table before kneeling against the large ottoman that forms an L shape.

With her ass in the air like this, it takes all my will not to unzip my jeans and push my eager cock inside her until I’m balls deep, surrounded by her warmth.

Goddammit.

I reach down and palm my cock through my jeans. I groan as pleasure shoots up my spine. With my free hand, I don’t stop myself from reaching out for a handful of her ass. Her skin is so smooth. Without thinking twice, I slap her big ass, leaving my handprint against her pale skin.

She groans.

“Darlin’, your ass is amazing. Feeling your cheeks slap against me when I take you doggy style will be so darn hot. You might need to call the paramedics for me.”

She glances over her shoulder, her eyes wide, her mouth parted.

“Yes, we’ll be trying all those positions. If not tonight, soon.”

“I might be the one who needs the paramedics,” she says with a worried look.

If I wasn’t so fucking hard, I might grant her a smile.

“Head up front.”

I reward her obedience by slapping her perfect ass again, and again, and again. I’m careful not to allow my hand to land on the same spot twice. I don’t want to hurt her. I want her to know there’s pleasure in the pain… and I’m about delivering both.

I paint her whole ass red with the palm of my hand.

She grunts at first, but soon, she’s purring like a fucking kitten.

She’ll be wearing my mark on her body for a while.

“Oh, Rhett.” She wiggles her ass.

“You fucking love it, don’t you?” My voice is harsh, rough, unrecognizable.

Her gaze meets mine, her blue eyes as wide as saucers. “God, yes.” Her hands are stretched out in front of her, her fingers curled into the fabric of the navy-blue velvet couch.

Damn. She’s into this.

“Part your legs further for me.”

She does as she’s told.

Her legs are spread wide enough for me to see her pussy lips.

What a lovely sight.

I plunge a finger between her lips, teasing her from clit to hole and she moans for me.

“You’re so soft, Carina.”

“Oh, oh, oh.”

Her juices are already dripping down my hand.

“It makes me horny to know your clit is desperate for my touch.”

She hums.

I skate my finger over her hard clit. “Tell me you like it when I do that.”

“A—ah, Rhett.”

“Not the answer I’m looking for. Yes or no?”

“God, please touch me there.”

“Where?”

No answer.

“Say it. I want to hear it.”

Still nothing.

“You want me to stop, Carina?”

“My clit.”

“Now ask like a good girl.”

“Please, touch my clit, Rhett.”

And if her answer doesn’t shoot straight to my cock.

I’m a breath away from having a case of blue balls.

“You want my mouth on your clit?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

I was eager before, but now I’m dying to pull my cock out, align it right at the entrance of her pussy, and shove it deep inside of her.

Not until she gets her pleasure.

I pull my fingers from her pussy and bring my palm down on the fleshy globe of her other cheek.

I slap her.

Her ass jiggles beautifully. It’s only fair I give both cheeks some attention. I’m breathing hard as I admire my handy work.

Even with the A/C, sweat dots my brow. I’m turned on like a light switch.

I stand up, kick the ottoman aside and I drop to my knees behind her. I grab her ass cheeks, spreading them wide, taking in her pretty glistening pink pussy.

Satisfaction coursing through my body. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

“Rhett, I’m going to combust if you keep talking like that.”

“Don’t expect it to stop anytime soon,” I say. “I’m just getting warmed up.”

She lets out a low grunt.

Her juices cover her pale inner thighs and her clit is engorged, peeking out for my mouth.

She’s ready for me.

I lean in and run my tongue from her clit to her pussy hole like I did earlier with my finger.

“Mother of God.” She’s loud.

Thank God there are no neighbors around.

I lap up her slickness, swallowing her dripping musky sweetness, relishing every drop. With each lick, I ravish her pussy with more fervor.

All this just for me.

I pull away from her. “I want you to spread open for me.”

“More?”

“More.”

Her body shifts.

I look up and meet her gaze.

“How much more?”

“I want to scoop up all your sweet juices, so as much as needed so I can get my tongue nice and deep.” Her jaw drops. “Come on. Wider.”

Carina’s legs shake as she spreads them further apart.

I can’t help the grin lifting the corner of my mouth.

Back to the program.

I devour her, licking, and sucking her pussy lips for a few long minutes, taking her higher and higher.

“Ahhh—this—this feels…” She moves her hips back and forth as she grinds against my face.

Fuck yeah.

I reward her by taking her clit into my mouth and drawing circles around it with my tongue.

She lets out a loud moan.

I could keep swirling my tongue like this until I explode in my jeans, but that would be a waste of a good load.

And I’ve never been one to do things halfway.

I dig my fingers into the flesh of her ass cheeks, holding her in place, and I go crazy.

I feast on her like a starved man. One who hasn’t had his mouth on a pussy for far too long.

“Ah, Rhett…” She pushes against my face and rubs herself against me like she’s in heat.

Fuck.

The room is filled with her little curses and my own feral grunts.

Goddammit.

I halt all movement.

She turns her head and looks up at me with a dazed, almost frenzied expression, “What happened?”

I pull away, stand up, and extend my hand in response.

“You stopped?”

“You want more?”

“Is that a trick question?”

“Yes or no, Carina?”

“Yes, I want more.” She’s almost shy about it.

“For the record, I’m not nearly done with you.”

She smiles wide.

“Are you going to take my hand?”

She does, and I help her up off the couch.

I walk us over to the corner of the room. I wrap my hands around her waist, lift her up and drop her on the wooden desk so she’s sitting in front of me. I pull the chair out and take a seat. “You’re good?”

“I am.”

She’s staring at me with hungry blue eyes, an eager mouth, and enormous tits so tempting and soft.

“Place your hands behind your back to brace yourself and put your feet on the arms of the chair.”

She frowns.

“You want my mouth on your pussy again or not?”

I don’t have to ask twice.

She’s in position.

“Open up for me.”

She does.

Fuck.

The sight.

The smell.

The dark curls.

The juices dripping from her pussy.

I take it all in.

“I feel so exposed.” Her half-lidded eyes are more intoxicating than any fine whiskey.

“Is that a complaint?”

“I guess not.”

I drop my eyes to the sensual gift she offers.

“Your pussy is primed for my cock. I may lose myself in there and never come out.”

And if she doesn’t bite her lower lip.

I reach around and grab her ass.

“I want you right here.” I pull her forward until her sweet ass is right on the edge of the desk.

Her breath hitches.

I lean forward, inhale her headiness before I devour her again.

“Jesus.” She allows her head to loll back.

I flick, lick and suck, worshiping every part of her pussy.

“Your mouth…” Her stomach is heaving up and down.

Her plea fuels me.

I’m on a mission.

I show her no mercy.

I’m ravenous.

Carina rocks her hips back and forth, seeking her pleasure.

Good girl.

The motion of her gyrating hips and the lewd sound of her slickness against my tongue nearly drive me out of my fucking mind.

I grunt against her pussy as I eat her out like a glutton.

I don’t slow down until she’s begging.

“Rhett, yes. More. Yes.”

She grinds her pussy on my mouth and all over my chin, closing her thighs around my head.

Choke the hell out of me, darlin’.

“I need this. I need your mouth, Rhett.”

I don’t rush her. I let her do her thing, let her smother my face with her dripping pussy, smear her juices all over, filling my nostrils with her scent.

There you go. Grind, baby. Grind.

She gives to her heart’s content.

She’s at it for a while, riding my face like a dirty girl.

I use my thumbs to pull her pussy lips apart and lick at every inch of her. I could be at it all night, but my impatient cock forces me to push her over the edge. I close my mouth around her clit, trapping all the blood there.

“I’m coming— I’m—”

And she does… all over my mouth.

That’s it. Feed me, little momma.

I lap at her abundant juices gushing, twirling my tongue around her clit until she can’t take it anymore.

“No more.” She’s breathing hard. “I can’t… I’m too sensitive.”

I pull away, her sweet release coating my mouth.

Her chest is rising and falling. Her nipples are rock hard. Her cheeks are rosy. Her hair disheveled in the best possible way.

She’s a vision.

Without thinking, I reach out and twist her nipples with both hands.

“Oh-fuck-Rhett-yes.” That comes out in one shot.

“You have a horny pussy, Carina. I like it.”