He suddenly stopped pumping. “Aw, holy mother of . . . fuck . . . Are you playing with yourself, woman?”
Her clenched eyelids opened slowly. His accent was so thick, and her arousal so great, it took her a minute to comprehend what he’d said. He stared down at her, his eyes looking a little wild. In the silence, the only sound that could be heard was that of her fingers moving in her well-lubricated, burning flesh. His already enormous member swelled further in her mouth, making her eyes go wide.
He swung his hips back, his mouth twisted into a snarl. She sucked like mad to keep him, but the bulbous head of his cock slipped out of the vise of her lips.
“I want your pussy,” he said, his mouth set in such a grim line, it was a little intimidating. She panted and watched as he moved behind her.
“Lay down on your side again. I’m going to release your ankle restraints.” His voice sounded tense, but his hands were gentle enough as he helped her down onto the blanket. She did what he asked, her awareness hazed by potent arousal. He knelt at her feet, releasing the knots he’d tied earlier. She lifted her head, admiring what she saw of his sun-gilded, lean torso through his open shirt. She spied a small scar along his ridged abdomen, white on his tanned skin. His cock hung at an angle from his body, the weight of the head pulling it downward, glistening with her saliva. His testicles looked full to bursting.
Instead of splitting her newly liberated legs wide and diving into her pussy—which was what she expected, given what he’d said—he laid down on the blanket and whipped his boxer briefs off his legs. His cock flopped heavily onto his flat belly. He touched her upper arm.
“Come here,” he said with the strained sort of gentleness that drove her crazy. “Straddle me with your ass toward my head.”
She struggled to do what he’d asked, encumbered slightly by her bound wrists. His large hands touching her naked body guided her into how he wanted her.
“Sit on my face, Sherona,” he demanded, his hands grasping her buttocks, his fingers delving into the soft flesh.
Her heart charging like a locomotive, Sherona leaned forward in her kneeling position, bracing her forearms on his pelvis, and lowered her sex to his face. When his wet, hot mouth came into contact with her outer lips, she didn’t just moan, she wailed. When his sleek tongue burrowed between her labia and gave her clit a brisk lashing, a high-pitched keen went through the silent forest.
He used his fingers to peel back her outer lips and torture the swollen berry of her clit. Sherona thrashed in his hold, the pleasure too acute, too overwhelming. He swatted her ass, the sound of skin slapping skin going off like a gunshot in the woods. He paused, kissing her swollen sex lips.
“You’re dripping on my face,” she heard him say thickly, making her hips move restlessly. He spanked her again, and she stilled with effort. She could feel his warm breath striking her tissues and screaming nerve endings. “I think you need something to occupy you while I make a meal of you.” He moved his hand between them and found his cock. He lifted it, making it clear what he wanted.
What he expected.
Sherona shifted, her fingers encircling the rigid, pulsing member. She immediately stuffed him into her mouth, eager to resume her own consumption of his succulent cock. He gave a guttural grunt of satisfaction and returned his hands to her ass. He lifted her slightly off his face, spreading both her ass and pussy wide. She moaned as she slid his cock in and out of her mouth, her lips aching with her efforts.
She could feel his gaze scoring her.
“Prettiest pink pussy,” she thought she heard him mutter before all consciousness splintered. He’d driven his tongue directly into her vagina, curling it, thrusting it in and out, ladling out her juices. He moaned roughly, the sound leaving her in little doubt that he highly approved of her taste. She drove down on his cock, gobbling him greedily, wanting to return the concentrated pleasure he gave her. Their heads both bobbed and strained. It was greedy consumption on both of their parts, lewd, raw . . . unbearably excited. His fingers tightened on her ass in a painful grip. He maneuvered her skillfully up and down on his tongue, and she followed the demanding rhythm with her mouth on his cock.
He pushed her pussy down to his face tightly as he flexed his hips, filling her mouth. Her eyes sprang wide as climax loomed and his cock swelled to what seemed like twice its size. His tongue snaked up between her labia and whipped her clit ruthlessly. He opened his mouth over her outer sex and applied a precise suction. He thrust two fingers into her drenched pussy and continued to lash her clit with his tongue.
His cock stifled her scream.
She felt him spasm between her tightly clamped lips. A growl ripped out of his powerful chest and resonated from his throat, but he continued to eat her avidly. She convulsed in bliss. He held her to him tight, refusing her surcease from the almost overwhelming pleasure. Blinded by her own climax, she barely had the wherewithal to jerk back slightly, preventing him from spurting semen into her throat. Instead, he came on her tongue: strong, abundant, musky emissions filled her mouth, more coming with each spasm of his thick member and grunt tearing from his throat.
Chapter Six
Her explosive climax left her feeling like a wrung-out dishrag. She sagged against Chance’s body, highly aware of his heat and hardness, the sensation of his torso expanding and contracting as he recovered from his own orgasm. Her gasps for air blended with the tempo of his pants, both of them slowing together. An owl hooted soothingly in the woods. Sherona dazedly realized the sun had reached the tops of the trees as it set in the west.
She shivered in pleasure when Chance stroked her from hip to breast along the side of her body.
“Come here,” he said, his voice sounding roughened and sexy.
She swung her knees over his head and rolled on her side, her abdomen muscles temporarily too relaxed in her satiation to lift her to a sitting position. He chuckled at her limp state and rose, beginning to untie the restraint of her wrists.
“Are we all finished taking pictures?” she murmured, feeling a little disappointment. A stab of incredulity followed at her sheer lasciviousness. Chance gave her a warm glance. His small smile really ought to be outlawed for the effect it had on her. He unwound the last bit of rope from her wrists and liberated her.
“The light is going to be bad in five minutes when the sun dips behind the tree line. We can come back tomorrow to finish the photos, if you like. In the meantime . . . ” he said, reaching for her and reclining again on the blanket. Sherona went eagerly into his arms, sighing at the sublime feeling of her bare breasts and belly sliding against his smooth, warm skin. “I suggest you come with me to Rill and Katie’s guesthouse so that we can finish the un-photographed portion of our project.”
She laughed softly against his chest, brushing her lips against his skin. Fragrant male sweat coated her lips. Euphoria swelled in her breast. Ri
sk-taking with a man like Chance Hathoway was an intoxicating experience.
“I’m not going to sleep with you at Katie and Rill’s. They’re my friends,” she said, despite her thoughts.
“What’s that got to do with anything?” he asked as he lazily stroked her hair. “The guesthouse is separate from their house.”