Chapter 8 #2
A hiss escaped Alessia as her bottom landed on the fabric of the cushion. She glared at him. “That….” The rest of her protest died away as Titus yanked his shirt over his head. When he kneeled on the porch floor between her legs, she reached forward to run her hands over his broad chest.
“What kind of a reward do I get?” she asked.
“A delicious one. For me, at least.” He wrapped his powerful hands around her calves and towed her forward, dragging her hot bottom across the nubby material of the seat covering.
Alessia gasped as the heat on her skin flared. Before she could say anything, he pressed his hands forward, lifting her legs up and pushing them back. She held her breath as he stared at her exposed pussy for several long seconds.
“Damn, Little mate,” he swore, shaking his head in disbelief.
Turned on tremendously by the hunger on his face, Alessia felt herself respond with a gush of wetness. Titus inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring. He raised his gaze to meet hers. She shivered at the red glow shining from his eyes. What had she provoked?
Moving faster than she could even see, Titus swooped in to swipe his tongue through her pink folds.
His hum of enjoyment sent a vibration through her.
The sight of him eagerly tasting her was an erotic show she couldn’t have imagined in her wildest fantasies.
He draped one of her thighs over his shoulder to free his hand to caress her.
Alessia closed her eyes at the sensation of his fingers teasing her most sensitive spots.
His thumb brushed over her clit making her buck upward to reach his mouth.
Titus held her in place as he licked and nibbled her intimately.
His beard and mustache tickled and teased her, contributing to the emotions gathering inside her.
An orgasm suddenly crashed over Alessia. Her body shook with the intensity of the pleasure that flooded her. Titus gentled his touch but never hesitated, drawing out her excitement until she panted in reaction.
When he lifted his mouth from her pink folds, his beard and mustache gleamed with her juices. She loved seeing herself on him—like she had marked him, claiming Titus as her own. She’d never felt so territorial about anyone.
She reached forward and drew Titus’s face toward her.
Alessia licked his lips, tasting herself on his skin.
A forbidden thrill went through her. She pressed her mouth to his.
He responded instantly, gliding his tongue against hers to share her flavor further.
She clung to his shoulders. The need inside her screamed for more.
“Daddy!” she whispered urgently when he ripped his mouth from hers.
“I know, Alessia. I feel the urgency too. Let me make the ache better.” Titus leaned away slightly to unfasten his pants and roughly push them down his thighs. He stroked his hand over his jutting cock, pulling his shaft from root to tip.
He placed the broad head at her opening and thrust inward, filling her completely. Pleasure and pressure combined to challenge and thrill her. Alessia clung to his shoulders as she regained her breath. Her tight channel clamped around him, drawing a low groan from Titus.
“Damn, Little mate. You feel like home,” he growled. “Hold on. I can’t be gentle.”
She nodded eagerly. As he moved, Titus stroked over sensitive spots inside her. His thickness stretched her as her wetness eased his way. The combination of pleasure with a hint of pain made her go crazy. She rubbed her hands over Titus, needing to caress him—to tantalize him in return.
Their bodies strained together, moving in an unchoreographed dance that sizzled. Titus was an incredibly giving lover. His touch pushed her arousal higher and thrilled her more than she would have believed possible.
Titus cupped her bottom, lifting her toward his next thrust. His fingers squeezed her still stinging buttocks, reminding her of his mastery and discipline.
He sank deep inside her, reaching the entrance to her womb.
Instantly, her body exploded into an orgasm.
Titus continued to drive himself into Alessia, pushing her arousal higher and higher.
Alessia clung to him, pressing kisses to his chest and arms. Her focus narrowed to a small space around them.
The rest of the world melted away as the sounds and scents of their lovemaking filled her senses.
She licked his skin, tasting the salt on his skin and loving the play of his muscles.
She kissed his chiseled jaw and saw his white, gleaming fangs descend.
Their sensual moves had pushed him to the edge of his control. He wouldn’t lose the power to restrain himself. She’d never be in danger around Titus, but she was tempting him greatly.
She tilted her head slightly to the right. Titus kissed the curve of her neck. His tongue traced her pulse, sending shivers down her spine.
“Do it,” she whispered.
He didn’t hesitate for a moment. His fangs slid into her neck.
Instant, overwhelming delight cascaded over her as he drew her life’s essence into his mouth.
Her climax grew until she suspected she’d combust with heat.
When she didn’t think she could take any more, he lifted his head and shouted his pleasure into the space around them.
His tongue returned to glide over the small wounds and heal her skin as she clung to him.
Bliss swirled around them. Her heart rate had slowed several minutes later when Titus lifted her back into his arms. He rotated their bodies so she rested on his chest as he lounged in the chair.
Completely sated, she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, safely wrapped in his arms.