Chapter 25 #2
Her tongue slipped into my mouth, the sweet sensuality of her kiss a sharp contrast to the almost feral way I wanted to take her.
Sliding my hands down her sides, I gripped her thighs. Lifting her, I growled when she wrapped her legs around my waist, her sweet pussy nestled against my cock. Walking her to the living room, I sat down on the couch, positioning her on top of me. Her skirt rode up and I could see she was soaked.
I wanted to rip those cock-tease white satin panties from her.
I wanted to fill her full of my cock until all she could think about was me.
Instead, I pulled her back in for a kiss, my hand going to the top of her silk blouse.
Later, I promised myself, later I’d take her in all the ways I needed, I craved.
This first time, I needed her to feel comfortable.
Moving the straps of her silk blouse aside, I revealed her sweet tits.
Cupping one breast in my hand, I marveled at how well she fit my palm.
Her breasts were full and firm, big enough to fill my large hand.
My other hand slid around, sampling the softness of her rounded little butt, giving her a squeeze.
Phoebe moaned and my cock throbbed.
Gently, I took her nipple and pinched the tender peak the way I had on her back deck. She shivered, her back arching into my touch. That’s my girl. I gave her just enough pain to heighten her pleasure.
Phoebe wasn’t content to stay still. Her hand roamed my chest, her fingers digging into my pec when she cried out as I pulled and twisted her other nipple.
I could feel the heat of her and couldn’t resist. Pulling her panties out of the way, I slid a finger between her plump folds.
I found her entrance and pushed against it but never fully entered her.
I’d always enjoyed sex, even foreplay…to a point. It was always a means to an end for me.
With Phoebe, I savored each jerk of her hips as she humped my lap, each gasp. Throwing her head back, she rolled her hips trying to get my finger into her eager pussy. The harder she tried, the more I pulled my finger away from her.
“Ty!” she mewed, frustration etched in every line of her face.
I knew she wanted it, but I needed more from her. “You want it bad, don’t you?” I growled in her ear, my finger toying with her clit. “Tell me how bad you want it.”
Just because she was on top physically didn’t mean I wasn’t still going to be the one in charge.
“Bad.” She didn’t hesitate. “I need you so badly.”
My heart thudded, temporarily overriding the ache in my balls. I heard what she didn’t say.
“Tell me what you want,” I ordered, my hands going to the side of her panties.
The material gave way easily, revealing the sweetest-looking pussy I’d ever seen.
I licked my lips, wanting to taste her from the source this time.
Licking my fingers last time had only been the start of my addiction.
“Tell me what you want.” I slid a finger between her lips, which immediately glistened from her wet heat.
She hesitated for a second and I thought I’d pushed her too hard. Suddenly, she was begging, “Put your finger in me. Feel how tight my pussy is.” Sex kitten Phoebe had come out to play. This was the real Phoebe, the one that came out in her books whether she realized it or not.
I’d ordered her books the day I’d found out who she was, and I realized there was so much more to her. The words she wrote were poetic even as they were dirty. They spoke of a hunger that ran soul deep. A need to be free.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I slid two fingers inside her, pulling her down so I could take her nipple in my mouth.
Phoebe cried out, her body tensing at the onslaught of pleasure. I sucked the sweet bud of her nipple while I pumped my fingers inside of her.
I slowly slid my fingers in and out. She thrust back against my fingers, riding my hand, her green eyes glazed over.
My cock screamed, not liking being confined.
I felt her clench around my fingers, the tiny ripples of her inner muscles telling me she was close. It took a level of strength I didn’t know I had to pull them from her.
“Ty!” She whimpered, her hips following my retreating fingers. Her fist dropped onto my shoulder in frustration, her eyes accusatory.
“Uh-uh. The first time you come, it’s going to be on my cock.” I needed that. I needed to feel her clench around me, sucking me dry. I needed to know that I had her, marked her as mine.
“Then fuck me!” she snapped, fire spitting from her eyes.
I didn’t need to be told twice. Kissing her, I flipped us so she was under me.
In seconds I had my jeans open, shoving them down my legs.
I loved how she kicked at them, her hands working over my back, pulling my shirt from me.
“I hope you don’t love this blouse” was the only warning I gave before I ripped it right from her body.
“Ty!” Her mouth dropped open on a half-laugh, even as that becoming shade of pink I was obsessed with tinged her cheeks.
“I’ll buy you another one.” Maybe three or four just so I could rip them from her body. I rather liked the way her eyes grew wide, and her nipples turned to such tight points they looked almost painful.
Her skirt was a bit harder to deal with. Growling in frustration, I pulled it over her hips and down her legs, slamming my mouth over hers, needing to taste her on my tongue.
Our hands were frenzied. It had been weeks of waiting, of wanting, of teasing.
When I had her naked beneath me, her skin silky soft against the roughness of mine, I knew I’d seriously miscalculated my limits.
Phoebe, either not knowing or knowing exactly what she was doing, wrapped her legs around my hips, bringing my naked cock in contact with the hottest pussy I’d ever felt.
Phoebe bucked her hips against me in a move I wasn’t ready for, lodging the head of my cock at her entrance. We both sucked in a breath.
“Ty…I need…” Her head thrashed side to side, her hips undulating. I cursed as I slid a little more inside before I was ready to.
And I was supposed to be the one in charge.
Fuck, she was tight. “What do you need?” My back muscles clenched, my jaw ticking. Control. I needed a moment of control or I’d hurt her. And I’d die before hurting her.
“Your cock.” She had no problem testing my control. “Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Please. Just fuck me.”
Beneath me, her tight cunt gripped the head of my cock, her juices soaking me.
My balls were so tight against me I thought they’d try and climb back up inside me with the need to cum.
Her hair was disheveled, a look of stark need on her face.
Her pretty breasts spilled on her chest, her rosy nipples still a little red from my mouth.
It was how I’d always dreamed of her. Her body open, her cunt waiting to be filled.
I snapped. Rearing back, I slammed inside with a roar.
Phoebe screamed, half in pain and half in unbearable pleasure. Her pussy squeezed me tightly and I felt my balls tingle, my orgasm threatening to end this early. So tight. She was the tightest piece of heaven I’d ever touched.
I was worried I’d seriously hurt her until she demanded, “More. I need more.” To accentuate her need, she dug her fingers into my shoulders, and I knew I’d have little half-moon scratches.
Unable to deny her, I pulled back, my cock almost leaving her, and then slid back inside. I found a rhythm that we both needed, sliding out slowly only to slam back inside, each thrust burying me deeper and deeper until I wasn’t sure where she ended and I began.
Every time I slid into her, her hips rose to meet my thrusts. I slid my finger between us, finding the tight bud of her clit and pressing on it in time with my movements.
She panted and pleaded beneath me, her body bowing. Her pussy gripped my cock, squeezing down, and I felt her orgasm start to build. Only when she was incoherent did I twist her clit with my fingers, knowing the brutal treatment would send her over the edge. “Come, baby. Come on my cock.”
With a wail, she shattered beneath me. Her pussy clamped down on my cock, her muscles clenching around me, and I lost it. With one more thrust, I came inside her with a guttural cry, the pleasure spreading from my spine through my body as Phoebe shook and moaned beneath me.
Oh, I’d want this. I’d want this over and over again until I died.