“I felt it. I felt your mouth on my cock as you sucked it. Felt your teeth…” The little roar that left his lips had her juices spilling from her vagina. “Fuck, yeah. ” Her teeth raked over the bulging head before her mouth sucked him back in and her tongue began to play with flickering caresses.
His hands tightened in her hair, his fingers flexing against her scalp, pulling at the strands, sending racing arcs of pleasure/pain to streak to erogenous zones she hadn’t known she possessed.
“I loved watching you pleasure yourself. ” Both hands were in her hair now as his hips began to move, his cock fucking her in short, hard strokes. “Seeing what you wanted and couldn’t give yourself. ”
She was ensnared by his eyes, the golden amber flecked with green, glittering behind the thick, gold-flecked lashes.
“I would dream about fucking your mouth. ” His voice deepened, roughened.
Her tongue raked beneath the head, pressed, stroked, and she was rewarded by a pulse of pre-cum, heated, earthy, the taste of it firing an almost explosive response inside her.
“Dream of feeling your tongue. Fucking over it. ” He pulled harder at her hair. Her eyes nearly closed at the pleasure. “Watching you. ” His strokes increased. “Feeling you. Suck it deeper. Deeper, baby. ” He slid nearly to her throat, where no man had been allowed before, until now.
Her tongue flattened, raking the sensitive flesh beneath his cock, and she felt another pulse of liquid fall from the engorged flesh.
“I’m going to come. ”
Her fingers tightened at the bottom, her middle finger finding the heavy vein that led up the shaft, stilling his release.
His head fell back, his body tightening further, his hands gripping her hair harder as she began to suck him deeper, filling her mouth with the thick, hard flesh throbbing erotically over her tongue.
The sound of their breathing filled the room, rough, harsh gasps. His growls, her moans as she worked her mouth over the thick crest and impossibly hard shaft.
“There you go baby, work my dick,” he snarled. “Show me how bad you are, sweetheart. Give it to me. ”
The hand working his scrotum moved to the thrusting shaft as he threatened to go deeper than she could bear. The fingers of her other hand continued to play the vein at the back, holding off his release, forcing the sensitivity in his cock higher.
She had dreamed of doing this. Of controlling her lover’s release, finding a lover willing to let her play as well, to let her taste, touch and work them both into a frenzy of need.
And Tanner liked to play. One hand dropped from her hair, ran down her shoulder, then cupped a swollen breast.
His fingers gripped her nipple, tweaked it, plumped it, alternating caresses of fiery splendor with delicate strokes as his cock fucked her mouth.
“Hot little mouth. ” He grimaced. “Fuck, you love this, don’t you, pretty girl? My dick filling your mouth, controlling it?”
Oh, she did. She was flying on it, each snarling growl, each purring hiss as she pleasured him. Driving not just him insane but herself as well.
And she was losing control. The need to taste him, to feel his release, was overwhelming her need to play, to tempt and control.
Her fingers moved on the shaft, stroking him as she gloried in the hard-driving rhythm of his cock in her mouth. The pressure at the base of his erection lessened, and within seconds a roar filled the cavern as he drove into her mouth, his hands locking her head in place as his semen began to spurt into her.
Hard, deep pulses of release forced her to swallow, to moan, because the taste wasn’t unpleasant. It was silky, smooth, dark and masculine. Like a heated storm, filling her senses with the rich taste of him, her soul with the knowledge that she would never forget it.
“Damn you!” He moved again, flipping her to her stomach, his hands pulling her hips high as he covered her.
And just that quick she felt his cock pushing into her.
“Fuck. Too tight. ” His hands clenched on her hips as he pulled back, pushed forward, working his way inside her as her back arched and a high, keening cry left her lips.
She had never made such a sound in her life. But she did now. Her hips rocked against him, her juices flowing, easing his entrance, preparing his way as burning spears of almost painful sensation whipped through her.
“It’s too much,” she suddenly screamed, the feel of his cock parting her, stroking hidden nerve endings, burrowing inside her.
She couldn’t bear it. She couldn’t survive it.
“The hell it is. ” His voice was so rough, so deep that she could hear the animal inside him fighting to be free. “It’s not enough. Not yet. ”
Her fists clenched in the blankets beneath her as her head fell to the bed, her upper body collapsing. Another scream tore from her throat as he surged fully inside her, impaling her, invading her.