Chapter 7 #2
With another growl, he shoved me down on the bed, immediately dropping to his knees.
I pushed up on the bed, peering down at him while gasping for air. He offered another heated look before planting kisses on either thigh. As if I wasn’t already ticklish enough, or embarrassed enough, he slipped his fingers under the lace of my thong, tugging one side down then the other.
When he’d exposed my bare pussy, I threw myself on the bed, covering my face with my hands.
Every action was deliberate, tugging the panties down my legs and trailing behind with wet kisses. When the thin lace was finally yanked off and tossed aside, he rolled his hands along the insides of my legs to my knees, finally bending both and pushing them back against the comforter.
As if I wasn’t exposed enough, he yanked my butt to the edge of the bed, taking a deep breath as he did. Now was the point where I held my breath, also pointing my toes and thanking God I’d taken the time to give myself a pedicure that morning. Bright red nail polish to boot.
Somehow, I doubted he was thinking about my selection of colors because of the way his hot breath shimmied against my wet pussy.
My inner core was already throbbing, not expecting his tongue so quickly. Or for it to so expertly push me to some crazy, beautiful edge where sanity was no longer a choice. He darted his tongue around my clit while tormenting my pussy lips with his fingers.
Oh, my God. I was already on fire, my entire body shaking from the sheer internal pressure, but the moment he pressed his fingers into my tight channel, I was lost. Completely. Unabashedly. One hundred ten percent lost.
Jerking up, my cry wasn’t one of pain but sheer bliss. Blinking furiously, I tried to focus. I wanted to pay attention to everything he was doing, but being lost in bliss negated the ability to see.
So I thumped back onto the bed, grabbing two handfuls of the thick comforter, twisting and tugging. Holy shit. The moment he pulled my clit into his mouth, using extreme pressure when sucking, I tossed my head back and forth, almost humping the bed.
He wasn’t finished there, driving two then three fingers deep inside my pussy. I knew I’d screamed, but the sound was muffled, or I’d lost all ability to hear anything.
The man had a way of driving me to the point of an orgasm, something I’d only experienced in pleasuring myself, then expertly pulling back.
I dug my heels into the bed, fighting with myself and the urge to beg him to fuck me instead.
Yes, I adored what he was doing, not just floating but being trapped inside a world of ecstasy.
I reached for him, the struggle only frustrating me. But that didn’t last long. He drove his tongue in beside his fingers, creating a perfectly orchestrated dance that was driving me crazy.
Panting, I slapped my hands on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as wild colors floated across my field of vision. “Yes. Yes. Yes…”
He pulled away briefly, blowing another swath of hot air before concentrating on what he was doing.
Feasting.
Licking.
Pushing me right to the perfect moment where I lost all sense of control.
The climax hit every muscle and synapse hard, jerking me up from the bed. “Oh!”
There was no stopping the man, every sound a deep growl as he continued feasting, pushing me into a giant wave.
I lost all sense of feeling in my legs, all pleasure drifting directly into my pussy.
With my hand over my face, I allowed several sweet moans to escape. I was vaguely aware he’d moved, incapable of thinking so there wasn’t a chance I could see anything in front of me. Not even a little bit. But I tried, lifting my head. When reality settled in, I pushed myself onto my elbows.
Viper was standing only a few feet away, staring down at me with completely hooded eyes while unfastening his jeans.
His lips glistened from where he’d eaten me, and I smiled at the filthy moment.
When he realized I was looking, paying close attention to what he was doing, he offered a tilt of his head in a way that screamed what he had planned.
Defiling me in the worst ways and I was all for it.
But he was taking his sweet time, driving me crazy. I didn’t think the man had a teasing bone in his body, so grumpy and gruff that he wasn’t too likable.
While I was still trying to catch my breath, he peeled his jeans away, slipping his fingers under the dense material. Then he waited, not moving at all. Seconds passed.
Maybe a minute.
“What do you need, a tip?” I even managed to roll over, struggling but able to reach the nightstand where I’d tossed a few bills left from when I’d gotten coffee earlier in the week. After I tossed them in his direction, he shook his head as if I’d been a very naughty girl.
“I thought I was worth more,” he powered out.
“I guess we’ll see. You’ll need to prove it.”
“You are a one… bad girl.”
His laugh was entirely different, but he finally finished undressing. My first thought was that he’d gone commando and I was all for it, my entire body shaking from the delicious, tempting realization.
The second was that I’d been completely right about the size of his cock.
Magnificently huge.
As in crazy big, so large than I doubted it would fit into my tight pussy. But I certainly didn’t mind him trying.
As his expression hardened, his eyes glistening and a much darker color, I was completely mesmerized by the man and the way he was looking at me. No other guy in my life had reacted so strongly. Not one.
I felt like a queen if only for a day.
After stretching, he moved closer, rubbing his hands down his chest. With one knee on the bed, he planted his hands on either side of me, taking his sweet time to lower his head. The kiss was barely there, merely allowing me to taste myself on him.
When he pulled away again, I could tell by the new spark in his eye that he was up to something. I was surprised when he sat down on the bed, even more so when he pulled me into his lap.
“What do you have in mind, big boy?” I asked.
He tilted his head, lightly brushing his fingers down my spine. “Fucking you. What do you think?” I had a feeling he was just proving how strong he was. “I need to prove my worth, now don’t I?”
As he swung me around, forcing my legs around his, I was even more delighted by his sudden playfulness. Maybe we both just needed to let go.
I rocked against him, the sensations of having his cock between my legs incredible. While there was no possibility of comparing him to anyone else because no other guy was like him, I couldn’t remember when I’d felt this free.
He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin.
Every inch of his body was tense, including his jaw, so tightly clenched I imagined his teeth were grating together.
When he lifted me up by several inches, he allowed his gaze to slide up the length of my body.
This was his silent direction, telling me for a few minutes I was controlling the timing and initial thrust of his cock.
Did he honestly think I could hold back after the full rush of temptations all night long?
Including my sexy guest managing to grill the world’s most perfect steak.
I had no idea how he’d managed but he had.
There had been so much juice that when a trail of it had slipped past my lip, he’d gathered it with his finger, sucking the tip.
I’d almost lost it then, my breathing hitched and my skin tingled almost in defiance.
Now, both of us were finished with one teasing the other.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, sliding the tip up and down my wetness.
He was breathing as heavily as I’d been before.
There was such intensity with the light in his eyes, a slight reflection of the darkness in his soul. Perhaps he was losing patience with me.
My guess was the man was never one to lose control to anyone, especially a lady.
There I went again, making something out of nothing. But I did so enjoy teasing him more than I should. Why did I sense he knew exactly what I was doing? Because when I finally slipped his cockhead inside, he took a deep breath then pulled me all the way down.
It wasn’t polite to scream when someone was offering such exquisite pleasure, but that’s exactly what I did, powering off a wild, crazed squeal that immediately caused both dogs to serenade us in barks.
Next, their long legs and big paws manhandled the stairs, racing toward us. Once in the room, to which I realized we’d left the door open—but I’d blame Viper—they skidded to a stop.
My baby would normally jump on the bed. Not this time.
We both stared at the dogs and I was the first one to break out into laughter. But he was right there, blowing in my ear and reminding me that I had a huge, hard, throbbing dick buried deep inside my pussy.
The moment and the sensations were wild, almost funny except I was already shaking from the extreme pleasure. He was clearly frustrated with me, lifting his thighs off the bed and driving his cock in even deeper. Finally, he gripped my chin, pulling my face toward him.
“Remember me?” he asked, his husky tone barely audible.
“Do you think I could forget?” I couldn’t recognize my own voice.
“I don’t know. I was worried you did.”
“Nonsense.” As I crushed my legs against his thighs, I threw my arms over his shoulders. There was also nothing wrong with enjoying the raucous passion.
His fingers weren’t budging and he lifted me so only the tip was inside, bringing me down again. The hard thump as my bottom hit his skin was powerful enough, but the way his shaft was squeezing my muscles was insane.
There was no way I’d be able to walk like a fully functional normal person in the morning, but it was Sunday, a day of rest.
Or fornication.
What in the world was I thinking? He grinned while staring at me. Why now did he suddenly find mischief in his heart and soul? I’d wanted this moment to be about nothing but carnal activity since I couldn’t stand his personality. Dead people had more exciting demeanors.
Then he went and found a mischievous side to himself.
He pulled me down again, the force jarring. I gripped his shoulders in response, rocking against him with full control in mind. While he allowed the raunchy activity for a little while, I noticed him plotting.
But given the size of his muscles and the way he seemed to have full control over me whether I liked it or not, I was momentarily shocked when he rolled me over without so much as breaking stride.
Now with him on top, I was subjected to the full weight of his body, all six foot plus of him. While he grabbed one leg, pulling it around his hips, he entwined my other leg with his.
I wasn’t going anywhere.
What was more, I certainly didn’t want to, especially when he pressed a series of kisses along my leg while rubbing his hand up and down.
The sensations were off the chain, so electrified I couldn’t breathe at all.
He yanked one arm over my head then the other, managing somehow to wrap the long fingers of one hand around both wrists while still stroking my leg with the other. Of course, I wasn’t fighting him, at least not overtly.
“What are you doing?” My question was breathless.
“That’s easy. I’m showing you my kind of passion. You do like it rough. Don’t you?”