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Natalie
One minute I was standing before Roark, my hand boldly on his cock, the next I was on my back staring up at the thick foliage of the oasis. His hands stroked from my shoulders to my breasts, cupping and playing with them, brushing his thumbs over the nipples, bumping the small rings.
I wasn’t sure if it was Roark that made them so sensitive or if it was the rings. I didn’t care, just arched my back into his palms wanting more. As soon as I did so, he moved his hands lower, over my ribs, my belly, my
hips and then between. Not to touch my pussy. No, Roark seemed to be hell-bent on making me suffer through exquisite pleasure. Pushing my thighs apart, he settled between them, lowering himself so his head hovered right above my core. Coming up on my elbows, I stared down my body at him. Dark hair, serious gaze, well-placed hands.
“I can smell your arousal. Sweet and tangy. I can see it slip from you. It’s time to taste.”
When he lowered his head and I felt his tongue slide up the length of me, I cried out and gripped his hair.
“Oh my god.”
My head fell back and I closed my eyes, giving myself over to his wicked mouth. He flicked, he swirled, he slid, he sucked. Laved. Kissed. Curtis had attempted it once, but had given up quickly, wanting his turn, the selfish little shit. I never asked for oral after that, knowing it wasn’t his thing. But Roark, holy hell, eating me out was definitely his thing. His tongue, his mouth, were so damn skilled that I went from zero to sixty faster than ever in my life. Was it because I was bare there or that he had a beard, or both? When he slipped a finger into me and magically curled it, I came.
My body shuddered and I closed my thighs around his head, holding him right where he was.
“That’s… oh shit, you found my G-spot.” I crooned when he prolonged the pleasure with a little twist or nudge somewhere that had eluded everyone. Until now.
Sweat bloomed on my skin. Every nerve ending came alive. I could feel the soft robe beneath my back, the muscles of his shoulders against my thighs, his hand on my hip holding me down, the weight of the chain on my belly, the little rings through my nipples.
Roark sat back on his heels, used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth, yet his beard still glistened. Oh my, that was from me. I’d never been so wet before, so eager. His cock jutted up and toward me and I licked my lips. I wanted it. Wanted to taste him, to feel him against my tongue.
Coming up quickly, I tucked my legs beneath me and lowered my head. With my hands on his thighs, the soft hair there silky and springy against my palms, I leaned down and licked the broad crown of his massive cock. A pearly drop of fluid seeped from the narrow slit and slid down. Eagerly, I licked it up, tasting him for the first time.
He hissed out a breath and his hips jerked. Glancing up at him through my lashes, I saw his jaw clenched tight, his eyes narrowed and filled with lust, his hands were tight in fists and his belly was taut. Every line of his body was tense as if waiting for my tongue to touch again. Was he even breathing?
I felt powerful in that moment. Just a simple flick of my tongue and I’d rendered him… what? When I circled my tongue around the ridge of the head, he growled. I felt it even in my palms on his thighs. I didn’t wait then, only took him in my mouth, my lips opening wide to accommodate all of him.
Wow, he was big. I wouldn’t be able to fit all of him in my mouth. I’d have to be a porn star to take that monster, and down my throat? Not a chance. But he tasted good, salty and pungent, and his scent was all male. I couldn’t resist his balls, the heavy weight of them in my palm attested to his virility. That was all for me? No wonder I had to be tested. I wasn’t sure if it was going to fit.
All this flitted through my mind as I sucked on him, but a hand tangled in my hair, gripped tightly and pulled me back.
“I am the one in control, mate,” Roark said. His eyes were black, his jaw tight. The hand in my hair was not gentle, but I loved his show of strength, of his power over me.
With a gentle tug on my hair, I went onto my back. He looked down at me as he pushed one leg wide, dropped his hand beside my head to hold himself up, found my entrance and thrust into me.
I gasped and arched at the sudden fullness. With his hand still in place, forcing me to hold his gaze, I could see he was right there with me. Releasing his grip, he slid it down my body, over my breast, flicked the ring.
His hips shifted, making me forget all about his nipple play. He was big and I was not. It was a tight fit, but he’d prepared me. I was soft and swollen, wet and eager and he somehow knew I could handle him, that I didn’t want him to ease in. I didn’t want gentle.
Gripping his sides, I held on as he pulled back, then plunged deep again. My breasts swayed, the chain heavy and pulling.
He opened his eyes and looked at me, watched as he took me.
“This is going to be fast, Natalie. Your hot mouth around my cock ruined my control. Fark.” He didn’t seem too pleased with that.
I liked seeing him get lost in his baser needs, his hips pumping in a rhythm that was far from controlled. His skin became slick beneath my palms, his breaths ragged.
He’d made me come once, but I was ready again. The places inside, that he’d awakened with his finger, liked the friction caused by his cock. I couldn’t help but clench down on him, hoping to hold him within.
He hissed at the squeeze and when he went deep, I did it again. And again until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“I’m… I’m going to come. Roark, I’ve never… it’s—”
“Come. Come now and I will follow you over.”