Chapter 12 #3
My legs get hooked over his shoulders, his fingers join his mouth, and he wrings the orgasm that has been slowly building since dinner right out of me.
I’m completely taken by surprise yet again, by how easily this man gets me to climax.
I try desperately to catch my breath as he pushes off of me, his lower face glistening with my release.
Why is that so fucking sexy?
I track his movements as he reaches back to pull his shirt over his head.
My brain is barely functioning, so of course, I can’t stop the snort that leaves my mouth.
I get stuck thinking that I’ve neverseen any man but a stripper take their shirt off like that.
Quirking up a brow, he gives me a questioning look, and I quickly wave him off.
“Don’t mind me, just really enjoying the show.”
I continue to eye him hungrily, as he tosses his shirt onto a chair. I get an uninterrupted view of all the beautiful artwork on his body. I really want to trace those tattoos with my tongue.
There is a twinkle in his eyes as he chuckles and shakes his head at me.
I prop myself up while he continues getting undressed, removing his pants and boxer briefs.
I have every intention of undressing myself, but understandably get very distracted when his cock springs out of the top of his boxer briefs.
My mouth waters at the sight, and I know I will never be able to live with myself if I don’t get a taste.
Quietly slipping off the bed, I rip off my sweater and bra, haphazardly dropping them to the floor.
Stepping close to him, I don’t even hesitate as I reach out and firmly grasp his cock.
He sucks in a breath, making a satisfied smile creep across my lips, and it grows wider as he groans in response to me stroking his hard length.
I marvel at how big he is; my fingers barely meet. Feeling his eyes on me, I tilt mine up. I’m completely taken aback; he looks at me like there is nothing more important in the world. Not wanting to break eye contact, I kneel, watching him as I lick up the length of his hard cock.
A groan of pleasure leaves his lips, his eyes closing for the briefest of moments. He cups my cheek, his thumb stroking my face, as I lean forward, sucking the head of his thick cock into my mouth. I know I’ll never get him all the way in my mouth, but I’m sure as hell going to try.
Fingers gently weave into the hair at the nape of my neck, and a slight squeeze gives me all the encouragement I need to continue.
I won’t call myself a pro by any means, but something about the way he looks down at me with that hungry gleam in his eyes makes me want to devour him and give him as much pleasure as he’s given me.
My mouth moves down as far as I can, until he reaches the back of my throat.
Making sure to breathe through my nose, I relax as much as I can to try and take him deeper.
His hips give a slight flex and he manages to push in a little farther before my gag reflex kicks in.
He pulls out immediately, apologizing sheepishly.
“Sorry, your mouth just feels so good.”
I stroke his length from base to tip a few times before saying, “Did you want me to stop?”
“No, I don’t, but I’m not going to last too much longer if you have your mouth on me.”
I playfully give his tip a flick with my tongue, and he growls softly.
“Well, tell me when you’ve had enough.”
Not waiting for him to answer, I bring him back into my mouth, running my tongue along the underside as I bob my head.
“Goddess, you’re taking my cock so well…such a good girl.”
Holy shit, hearing those words leave his mouth makes me moan around his cock.
“Baby, can I fuck your mouth?”
That makes me pause for the briefest of moments, and I look back up at him.
“If I get too rough, just tap my thigh and I’ll stop, but I really want to fuck your pretty mouth.”
A moan quietly escapes my throat, and I nod around his cock before I pull off to catch my breath a little. I’m so turned on, I’m panting. He rubs a thumb across my puffy bottom lip. “You ready?”
“Yes.” I gasp out as I open wide for him.
His hands bury into my hair as he guides me back onto his cock. His thrusts are shallow at first, allowing me time to adjust.
“Don’t forget to tap,” he reminds me before his hips pick up a more forceful rhythm. All I can do is hold onto his thighs, my nails digging in slightly as his hands and hips work my mouth over his cock.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he growls through his clenched teeth.
His thrusts get rougher, and I have to work hard to breathe through my nose.
He is just so big, and my throat can only take so much before I choke.
My eyes water as he gets farther and farther down my throat.
His growls of pleasure make me want to keep going, but I have to tap his thighs when I reach my limit.
He immediately slows and pulls out of my mouth, I cling to him as I gasp for air.
He has other ideas though. His hands leave my hair and he grabs me up by the waist, bringing me off the floor.
His lips crush against mine in a desperate kiss. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth, mimicking what his cock had just been doing. I cling to him as he grabs the back of my thighs, pulling me closer to him.
Not one to let my legs dangle, I wrap my legs around his waist. Moaning into his mouth, I can’t help myself as I grind my weeping pussy against his stomach.
I’m so consumed with our kiss I don’t even notice as he turns and guides us both onto the bed.
As I register the coolness of his comforter, he breaks the kiss, and I’m helpless to stop the whine that leaves my lips.
It gets louder as he moves away from me.
“I have to get a condom, baby.”
At least one of us is thinking somewhat clearly, because I certainly would have just impaled myself on him if the decision had been left to my sex-addled brain.
He quickly grabs a condom out of his side table and efficiently sheathes his length. He prowls up my body, settling himself between my legs. I’m absolutely vibrating with anticipation as he positions himself right at my entrance.
“Baby, you’re soaked.”
“Please, Don, I need you.”
Needing no further prompting, he pushes his cock into me in one powerful thrust. I cry out as my body desperately tries to adjust to the sudden intrusion.
Even as wet as I am, it’s still an uncomfortable stretch having him inside of me.
I hold onto him as he sets a furious pace, letting me know without words that he is just as desperate for me as I am for him.
We chase ourorgasms, reveling in each other’s sweat-slicked bodies.
Everything just feels so good. I unconsciously claw at his back as I get closer and closer to that gloriously brutal peak.
I would normally have been embarrassed about moaning so loudly if I wasn’t already out of my mind with pleasure.
“Come for me, baby,” Don growls in my ear.
His teeth graze my shoulder as he reaches down between us, circling my clit and pushing me over the edge. My body seizes, my inner muscles clenching down on him, triggering his own orgasm.
I’m not even sure how long we lie there, breathing heavily, clinging to one another.Don kissing along my neck and collar bone slowly brings me out of my languid stupor. Supporting his weight on his elbows, he pushes up so he can peer down at me.
“Goddess, you’re beautiful.” He speaks in hushed awe, a grin spreading across his face as a blush spreads across mine.
“Why do you say that?”
“Say what? That you’re beautiful?”
“No, Goddess. It’s just unusual.”
“It’s just a thing my people say. It’s a part of our culture.”
“Your people? Like your family?”
“Yeah, our Clan’s religion has a goddess for a deity. It can get a little confusing, but we aren’t Christian. Is that a problem?”
“No, not at all. I’m not religious. I never have been, for as long as I can remember. What do you mean, though, when you say your Clan? Is your family Scottish?”
He chuckles. “Something like that, my family history is actually pretty complicated, but we do have origins in Scotland and the term Clan just stuck.”
“That’s interesting. I think I have family from Scotland, too.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, but my family history is kind of fuzzy. My parents didn’t have any living relatives so there isn’t really any way for me to know for sure.”
He nods in understanding, but it almost looks like he has a hopeful look on his face. Gently, he strokes some stray hair off my cheek, leaning down further until his lips are hovering over mine.
“Stay the night. I haven’t gotten nearly enough of you after waiting a week,” he whispers into my lips as he kisses me tenderly.
A shy blush creeps up my face.“It’s only been four days.”
“Close enough. I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
He grins at meas he gets up and moves to what I could only assume isthe bathroom.