“More,” I watch him between my legs and reach a hand for his face. As soon as it leaves the pillow, though, he raises an eyebrow at me and stops his tongue. Oh, this absolute bastard is tormenting me. I don’t know how else to surrender to him but there is nothing I will not do, no amount of stubborn fight in me I’m unwilling to submit to him right here and right now.
“Mmm,” he licks the length of me, “maybe slow and soft for an hour or two would be the appropriate payback.”
I don’t dare challenge him because he’ll do it. He lives for that shit. “Please, you win. You win everything. Fuck me fast and hard, Lennox.”
He growls against me, the vibration of his voice could get me off at this point I’m so desperate. The tip of his tongue circles my clit a few times, never letting me come all the way down. “And what do I win?”
I’m gripping the pillows so hard my knuckles are white and my legs are writhing and wiggling of their own accord. “Anything. Me.”
Whatever you want, please just name it and take me.
“How about this perfect smooth pussy?”
God, he’s so filthy and it makes me want him even more. “Yes, it’s yours.”
I’ve spoken the magic words, Lennox increases the pressure and speed of his tongue and fingers. His tongue is feasting on me, I can’t guess how many fingers are stretching me and working my insides to perfection. I’m past the point of no return, cresting on the impending wave. “Come on my tongue, Mallory.”
I’m clutching the pillows, my eyes clenched shut and watering as the surge peaks, crashes, and sends me deep below the surface, riptides of pleasure overtaking my body and I scream like I have never screamed before. Lennox keeps licking me, lapping up every bead of my wetness until my screams stop.
I am trembling and panting and insatiable. I need him inside me like I need the air I breathe. Lennox rises to his knees between my legs and I reach for his briefs, this time he lets me. I bend forward at the waist and reach inside to pull his cock free. It’s massive and hard and yet so silky and smooth in my hands. The heat coming off is electric.
He stands and pushes down his boxer briefs and I rip open the box of condoms he threw onto the bed earlier. I tear one open with my teeth so eager to feel him deep inside me. Standing at the foot of the bed, Lennox takes his cock in his right hand and starts working it up and down, watching me watch him. Beads of precum glisten on the tip begging for me to taste him, swirl my tongue around the head and take him deep into my throat.
I push myself up on the bed to crawl to him but he shakes his head at me. More wetness seeps from me as he starts tugging on that gorgeous shaft, his bicep and forearm contracting with every pull. Lying back, never looking away from him, I travel my hand down my abdomen and slip two fingers between my lips. Sucking in a deep breath, his eyes dart between mine and my fingers swirling around my clit. Spreading my lips and lifting my hips, I offer him every inch of me.
In an instant he’s on top of me hovering his weight on his elbows, prisoning me between his two huge biceps next to my head. I wiggle to reach between us and slide the condom over him and he pushes his rigid length over my core again, running it back and forth over my slick clit. I’m so sensitive my body jerks up to meet him and I grip his back.
He takes my mouth, his tongue strong and probing, the taste of my desire coating him. He’s grinding his thick erection against me and I could come again from this exquisite friction but I need him, I need all of him. He lines up the head of his cock at my entrance and I can feel the pressure, the hint of what’s to come as he holds steady there, taunting me, hips still. My hands wrap around his biceps beside my head and he stares down at me with complete control.
“What do you want?” He grumbles low.
“You, I want you.”
“More.”
“Lennox, I want you inside me. Please, I want to feel your hard cock inside me.” I beg and clutch him, nails digging into his rock hard biceps.
“More.” He commands, his timbre stern and rough.
“I need you. I need all of you. I want to belong to you. I want you to own me, every part of me.” I don’t know where these words are unleashed from, what part of my subconscious this man has unlocked. I have fought my whole life against being constrained, but this is so different.
He thrusts into me in one swift drive. “FUCK,” he roars so loud I can feel the treble of his voice in my bones, “so fucking… tight.”
He raises his face to look me in the eyes, still until I can adjust to the size of him stretching my walls. I’m so full but I need him to move, I need more. Lifting my ass up, I try to get every last inch of him deep inside me. He groans and pulls out to spread my moisture over his full length, then drives back into me, hard.
Arching my back and gripping his firm ass, I pull him into me at each thrust, encouraging him to give me everything he has. Curling my free hand around his shoulder, I raise my head to bite his neck, nip his shoulder. I turn my head and bite the rippling bicep next to my head. The taste of his sweating skin is salty against my tongue, and his smell surrounds me, rugged and masculine.
He moans every time my teeth mark him, his pleasure pushing me closer and closer to coming again. He’s relentlessly driving into me and my legs start to shake again, my torso tensing in anticipation. He grabs one of my legs behind my knee and pins it to my shoulder, holding it there as he presses deeper into me. The ridge of his cock’s head is dragging in and out of me and I can feel every slick movement. I’m so close.
“Look at me,” he orders.
I strain my neck to stop thrashing my head back and forth and hold his stare, emerald green seas, depth and passion, fire and embers so hot they glow unnatural colors. It’s too much, seeing the blaze inside him and feeling him so deep inside me pressi
ng into my womb.
“Come for me, Mal.”
“Lennox” I pant and clench down on him, tightening up.