Chapter 13
Steel
Possessed.
That’s the way I felt at this moment. Maybe not unusual for me. My personality was such that once I latched onto a situation, a thought, or an object of desire, letting go wasn’t an option.
But I’d never felt so much hunger to obtain complete control in my life.
Violet’s beauty was undeniable, but her caustic mouth and constant banter had nearly driven me crazy at first. Then as with her smile and the way her eyes carried whatever emotion was roaring like a lion, I’d realized her take-charge attitude was simply something else I both admired and found adorable.
Forget about her body.
She was perfectly proportioned with an hourglass figure, voluptuous in a way that reminded me of pin-up girls of decades past. Her breasts fit perfectly in my hands and there was nothing like the feel of having her pussy muscles clenched tightly around my cock.
You bet I enjoyed every moment of fucking her tight pussy and making her orgasm, but now my needs were completely selfish.
I needed to taste her.
When I pulled all the way out, she rose onto her elbows, staring down at me with wide, dilated eyes. With her hair completely disheveled, the term adorable more than applied.
“What are you doing?” Her demand was cute too since she was under the misunderstanding that she was in charge.
“I already told you. Whatever I want.” I crawled down the bed, shifting between her legs. She was still in a lust-filled haze even as I lifted and bent her knees, spreading them wide open.
Her moan was full of discord and even though she placed her hand over her face, I was dazzled with a colorful display of shades of red on her face. Between her reaction and how tight her sweet pussy was, it was clear that she hadn’t enjoyed passion in a very long time.
There was also something about her reaction to me and in general that told me she had a story to tell about men. Maybe it was one I didn’t want to hear, preferring instead to drive the damning memories away.
I’d damn well try.
As soon as I blew across her slickened folds, she moaned, peeking out between her fingers. Her scent was already driving me wild, much like her perfume had done all through dinner.
With a single swipe of my tongue across her clit, I was instantly driven into a taste of heaven. Wow. She tasted like sweet cherries, but I needed confirmation.
When I flicked my tongue again, her body shook involuntarily, enough to bounce her away by six inches. Enough that I slipped my arms under her thighs, yanking her down and pressing her knees against the bed. The temptation was real and raw.
Her pussy lips glistened and my mouth immediately watered. When I dragged my tongue through her wetness, I refined my definition of the taste. Sweet cherries with a hint of tartness from a fresh harvest.
Ah, yeah. The poet in me was working overtime.
I grunted my appreciation while swirling the tip of my tongue around her clit several times. Just watching her reactions from both hands covering her face to the twist of her head and how her skin continually popped with sinfully created prickles added fuel to the fire.
The moment was perfect, but enough of a push to my level of thirst that almost instantly I began lapping her cream. Instantly, I was a famished beast, licking her as a starving man would do.
Was there any man who could be patient when faced with such sweetness? I dug my fingers into her soft skin the way she’d done with my arms, only I wanted to mark her as I’d done to her bottom.
There’d been nothing so tempting as the idea of spanking her for her ridiculous behavior. I’d never wanted to spank a woman in my life. Which was what made the experience so delicious.
But this… This was something else altogether.
Violet struggled in my hold, but not so much she created any difficulties with me keeping her in place. She was merely attempting to shove aside my natural tendency to control her.
Own her.
Wasn’t that just another nefarious thought?
I dragged my tongue up and down her wetness, my mouth filled with her cream. With a deep swallow, I lifted my head and used my finger to continue toying with her.
Her lips were pursed open, her long dark eyelashes skimming across her cheeks. Once again, I was struck by how attracted to her I’d become.
There was very little control left inside of me. I buried my face into her pussy while tickling her with my finger. Just as I thrust one inside her tight channel, I was rewarded with the softest sounding, most seductive moan I’d ever heard in my life.
And I wanted nothing more than to be the reason for her to make that sound again. That’s what I set out to do, enjoying how her facial expressions changed with the way and speed with which I licked her.
Whether or not I added fingers and how many.
The length of time I spent sucking and licking her clit.
Or pinching the tender tissue.
It would seem the stunning woman didn’t mind a little pain with her pleasure. Perhaps I’d continue to explore the issue in greater detail with her.
When I added a third then fourth finger, her fists clenched tightly around the comforter, jerking the material. I could nothing but watch her writhing except that my cock was aching to the point of unacceptable anguish.
That meant my unselfishness would need to end soon.
But for right now, I was enjoying being able to assault her sweet pussy and make her wiggle with pleasure.
I held her in place, continuing alternating slow and easy motions with rough actions that pushed her up from the bed. Her expressions were incredible, ones I’d remember for a long time to come.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” Short bursts of scattered words and her labored breathing overwhelmed the music.
She twisted her hips, moving back and forth as she dug her heels into the bed. I was about at the point of going mad from my hunger, bathing her slickened folds with my tongue.
A light perspiration left a dazzling shimmer on her face.
There was no way I could delay any longer when every muscle in her body stiffened.
My tongue had a mind of its own. I licked her fervently, dragging the tip up and down in crazed, almost frantic actions.
Her hands continued to be firmly wrapped around the bedding, ripping at the comforter while she tossed her head back and forth.
Being able to watch her every reaction was a wild man’s dream. Within seconds, her body completely stiffened, her soft murmurs shifting into deeper sounds, growls that could rival mine. A few seconds later, I was rewarded with a delicious, tangy taste as she erupted in my mouth.
Longing to catch every drop, I continued licking while coming close to fisting her hair with my hand. Her mouth twisted as the franticness of the moment hit her hard.
When she was completely spent, her arms flopped to the sides, her chest heaving from struggling to catch her breath, I pressed my lips against her inner thigh. I’d never seen a woman so satisfied, which boosted the fuel all over again.
But this time I would have my satisfaction.
I thumped down beside her on the bed and almost immediately, she drifted one of her arms across my chest. Her laugh was sweet and unexpected as she stared up at the ceiling. “That was…”
When she wasn’t screeching at me for being an asshole, her lilting voice was that of an angel. But I also hungered to hear her scream my name. Maybe I’d purchase Damon some headphones and get him addicted to heavy metal music.
The thought spurring me on, I didn’t give her much time to recuperate, yanking her up and over my body into a sitting position.
Her eyes were wild from the round of passion, her mouth still twisted as she planted her palms on my chest. “You’re forceful tonight.”
“Always,” I countered. “I was letting you off easy.”
She swung her hair down and across my chest, tickling my skin. “I never want to make it easy on you. Besides, that’s not what you prefer.”
“Now, how do you know that?” I gripped her hips, lifting her up by a few inches.
“Because women know everything.” I didn’t need to instruct her to place the tip of my dick against her pussy. She did so after she rubbed it up and down her wetness.
The woman was drenched, her juice slickening the insides of both thighs. And the scent was even more incredible.
“They do, huh?”
“Oh, yes. Always.”
I grinned and yanked her all the way down. “I guess I’ll need to keep that in mind.”
There was something majestic about the way her body shuddered when I was touching her, especially when filled with my cock. She took several gasping breaths, kneading my chest as a cat would do.
While I kept my fingers of one hand dug into her skin, I couldn’t help exploring the rest of her body with the tips of the other.
Everywhere I touched, goosebumps trailed behind.
The aura surrounding her was as fascinating as everything else.
She had multiple layers that I longed to peel away, revealing every detail underneath.
No matter where the adventure took me.
I almost laughed as the poetic side of me tried taking over again. A side that up until meeting her I’d had no idea lingered in the darkest parts of my mind.
She shifted on my cock, but the actions only made my desire even stronger. Her eyes were closed, appearing almost serene. What fun was that?
“Ride me, woman.”
A single eye popped open, but she did as I asked, lifting her body until just the tip remained inside. When she came down again, she threw back her head, exaggerating the moment. She was more dramatic than I’d realized, taking the time to create more passion between us.
What I wasn’t prepared to divulge was that I was about ready to fuck her as nothing more than a wild animal. That’s how charged up I’d become around her.
Maybe she was more in tune to me than I’d thought, her actions kicking up in intensity. As she rocked forward, she slid the palms of her hands up my chest. She certainly knew how to drive a man crazy.