Insatiable

Chapter 20

Rhett

Ishould’ve known from the look in her eyes when she was standing on the other side of the fence this had nothing to do with no damn snack. I blame the hot sun. Honestly, I wouldn’t say no to her waiting to greet me in this skimpy t-shirt every single night.

What a way to end the day.

I slide a finger between her pussy lips, scooping up her slickness.

Her breath hitches, and she folds forward, gripping my chest for support.

I bring my hand to my lips, stick my tongue out and lick.

“Wet and ready.” Fuck, I love this woman’s pussy. “I want you to walk your fine ass to your bedroom, strip, get on your bed and wait for me on all fours,” I say, mustering as much self-restraint as I can.

“Okay.”

When she walks away from me, I’m in for another surprise.

Her t-shirt barely covers her luscious ass.

Thank you, God.

Her hips swing from side to side. She even glances over her shoulder with a wink.

Like she’s not teasing me enough.

Hell fuckin’ yeah, I love a woman with some meat on her.

I allow a few minutes to pass. Not because she needs it, because I do.

I’ve been celibate for eight and a half months now.

I never fucked a woman four days before a competition.

Some say it’s superstition. I never cared.

It was a steadfast rule for me. I didn’t want to take a chance.

When I was in the circuit, I played to win.

There isn’t any glory in coming in second place.

After Dawson’s death, the last thing on my mind was pussy.

Carina changed all that.

“You ready?”

“I am.” She sing-songs her response.

I kick off my boots and remove my socks. I pull out my wallet from my Wranglers and fish for a condom.

Good thing I stocked up last night.

Once I find it, I place it between my teeth while I finish stripping out of my clothing. I let everything drop on the floor in a mess behind me as I make my way to her.

“Good girl. You obeyed,” I say when I reach the doorframe.

What a view.

Three long steps and I’m standing right over her. I toss the condom to the floor and sit on the bed next to her.

I’m a lucky bastard.

I can’t resist the urge to reach out and caress her beautiful round ass.

“Hmmm. Do you have any idea how perfect your ass is?”

“No, but I love hearing you say it.”

I lean forward and kiss both cheeks before biting into the soft flesh.

She gasps.

“I need you to move over,” I say.

She does.

I get onto the bed, and she hooks a leg over me as I slide under her body until her hanging tits are pressed to my chest.

“Oh my.” Her cascade of dark long hair tickles my face.

I lock eyes with her. “Comfy?”

“Very.”

“Good. Now, sit on my face.”

Her eyes go wide. “Wh—what?”

“I want your pussy on my face.”

“No way.”

“Why not?”

“I’ll suffocate you.”

“And the problem is?”

“Well…” Her eyes shift from left to right.

“Yes?”

“Well…” More eye shifting.

“Well, what?”

No answer.

“You feed me, and I make you come. It’s a pretty sweet deal.”

She blushes and averts her gaze for a beat before locking eyes with me again. “Well… nothing, I guess.”

“Better.”

She moves up the bed, straddling me, and hovers over my face with her butt stuck up in the air.

“Hands on the headboard.”

She does as she’s told.

“Now, come down.”

She pulls her lower lip between her teeth and looks torn.

“Carina, don’t make me ask again.”

She lowers herself.

Impatience takes over, and I grab her hips and slam her against my tongue.

She grunts.

I hum.

Without any encouragement, she adjusts until her whole pussy is spread open across my face.

Christ almighty.

Two days have passed since I last had my mouth on her pussy, and it feels like an eternity. That’s too damn long without tasting her.

I couldn’t resist eating her out when I dropped her off on Monday afternoon to make up for not being able to indulge while we were on the camping grounds.

Truth be told, I can’t get enough of her.

Her hard clit is throbbing against my lips, engorged and ready.

I flick it with my tongue, lifting my head to bury my face in her sweet pussy.

I devour her like I’m famished, pushing my face into her warmth. I shove my tongue deep into her slick spot, tongue-fucking her hole.

With each thrust, my cock grows thicker.

It doesn’t take long for my balls to tighten.

Conscious I might not make it before she does, I change the tempo.

She hisses and wriggles on my face.

My hands splay across her hips and when my tongue swirls around her pussy, she whimpers with each revolution.

“Yes, that’s so, so good.”

I go for it.

I rotate my tongue in hard circular motions, adding my head to heighten the sensation.

Fuck, her clit against my tongue…

My balls are heavy and full, and that only makes me hornier. I pick up speed and grunt as her juices drip into my mouth.

The sound of my tongue against her slickness adds fuel to the fire.

Her desperate cries are a blessing.

I pull her clit into my mouth and suck it real good before I resume my mission.

Damn.

My tongue is voracious.

I’m unrepentant.

My hunger for her overwhelming.

I groan.

I eat her sweet pussy like it’s my last fucking meal.

“Oh, Rhett… your mouth… your mouth…”

She’s so out of it, she can’t even string a sentence together.

It’s an honor for me to take care of my girl.

I push her off me.

“Why did you stop?”

Her eyes are glazed over, her hair is disheveled, and her skin is flushed pink.

She’s stunning.

“I want you to bounce on my tongue,” I say.

Her mouth drops open.

“You heard me. I’m not going to repeat myself.”

She nods.

I help her into position.

I stick my tongue out and wait.

Nothing.

I slap her fine ass.

That gets her moving.

“Mmm.” She lifts her hips up and down.

That’s it.

She whimpers.

It doesn’t take long for her to settle into a rhythm. A few seconds into it, Carina is bouncing up and down like a dirty cowgirl, gripping the headboard for dear life. Every single time she lands on my tongue, I plunge deeper inside her pussy.

This is so fucking hot.

“Mother… of… God.” She cries in sync with each bounce.

She’s so loud.

Unrestrained.

Unashamed.

Depraved.

I’d like to think I’ve corrupted her.

For the next few minutes, nothing else matters other than my tongue and her hole. My face is covered with her sweetness, and yet, I don’t feel it’s enough. I want to push her further.

I clamp my hands against her hips and force her body back and forth.

The sensation is mind-blowing.

Pre-cum is running down my cock.

“Dear God. Dear God. Dear God.”

She’s praying to a higher power who won’t be able to save her from her fate. She’s so close to getting off, she tries to squeeze against my face, riding the ridge of my nose, bathing me in more of her juices, and I lap it up.

A few more of those thrusts, and there won’t be any way out for me.

I tighten my grip, preventing her from moving. Without warning, I lift her up and turn my face to the side.

She lets out a rumbling groan.

“I’m not done yet.” I slide from underneath her and sit at the edge of the bed. “On all fours.”

“Oh, okay.”

As she scrambles, I reach down and grab the condom. I get up on my knees and sheath my hungry cock in a rush. “You’re going to feel this.”

“I’m okay with that,” she says, her breath ragged.

I place my right foot flat against the mattress.

This way, I can go as deep as I want. I bring one hand to her waist and the other clamps at the base of her neck.

I inch the head of my cock into her entrance.

I thrust back and in one swift move I’m buried balls deep and she lets out an incredible whimper.

She’s stuffed with my hungry cock. I get such a rush from seeing her swallow all of me.

“Oh my God, Rhett.”

I don’t take any pity on her.

The sensation of her warmth clenching my cock after so many months of abstinence is overpowering.

She tilts her head back, sending her long hair flying all over the place.

Her breath hitches so good.

I swing my hips in and out, slamming hard, relishing the slap of her round ass. “Damn, Carina.”

She grunts.

I doubt she’s capable of speaking.

My hands tighten on her waist.

She’s so slippery.

“Is this what you wanted, darlin’?”

She chants an incomprehensible prayer.

“Answer me.”

More chanting.

I drive into her with more resolve. “You like my cock inside your pussy?”

“I do.”

“You like the way I’m fucking you hard?”

“Oh God, yes.”

“You’re such a dirty girl, Carina. My dirty girl.”

“I like being your dirty girl.”

I like it, too. “You’re mine?”

“I am.”

“This pussy belongs to me?” I pump so deep into her, you’d think I never wanted to get out. Why would I?

“Every part of me belongs to you, Rhett.”

Her answer detonates something inside me.

I change my stance and place both feet against the mattress, squatting behind her. I place my hands on top of hers on the headboard.

There’s no warm-up.

No pussyfooting.

No time.

I’m about to explode.

It’s straight up horny and raw.

I fuck her fast and furious. “You okay?”

“Don’t stop, Rhett.”

And I don’t.

I pump into her like a piston, driving deeper and deeper.

I fucking ride her like a bronco.

The sound of my cock moving in and out of her pussy is loud, dirty, filthy.

This is what I call a feral fuck.

I can’t help it.

Her pussy destroys my control.

“Oh, babe, you’re so damn wet.”

“So good. So, so good.”

I thrust into her like a man possessed.

I’m unleashed.

The slapping of her ass against my stomach.

The way it jiggles under my punishing thrusts.

Her huge heavy tits swinging in a circular motion.

Her juices running down my balls.

Her desperate cries.

It all fuels me to fuck her harder.

When my balls draw in, I know I don’t have much left.

I struggle back to my knees with my cock still lodged into her.

“Are you going to come for me?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” She responds with a string of curses.

I slap her ass. “Are you going to come for me?”

She hisses.

I pinch her nipple.

Her head jerks back and our eyes meet. “Yes.”

“Good girl. Come for me, Carina.” I pinch her nipple harder and give it a good twist.

She clenches her pussy around my cock.

“Oh, Rhett. Oh, yes, yes, yes.” She chants those words over and over as her body convulses and her juices flow hot.

I pump once, twice, three times, flesh slapping against flesh, grunting with the sweet release.

And I’m done.

“Jesus. Oh, Carina. Babe.”

I drop my palms against the bed to avoid collapsing against her.

Our heavy breathing takes over the room.

I struggle to regulate my heartbeat, but I can’t. I suspect it’s the same for her.

I don’t know how long we stay like this, but neither of us are in a rush to move.

I drop a few strings of soft kisses against her sweaty back.

I circle an arm around her waist and flip us over so I land on my back with her against my chest.

“That was amazing,” I say, breaking the silence.

“It—it was.”

I brush a few damp strands of hair from her face.

“I’ve never climaxed so hard in my entire life. You... your mouth... your cock... wow... just wow,” she says between heavy breaths. “I didn’t think it was possible to feel that way.”

Damn right I’m proud like a peacock.

“I took good care of you?”

“I’m still floating on a cloud of bliss.” She smiles up at me. “I’m sure I’ll feel the post-orgasmic ripples traveling through my body for a day—”

“I fucked you pretty hard. Don’t be surprised if you walk funny for a week.”

“Oh, boy.”