For several long moments all he did was lick and nip at her through her panties—which seemed so much more erotic than actually feeling his lips on her bare flesh. Wetness slipped from her, making her pussy slick with the need to be fucked. She leaned back and rested against the cool granite.
He was never-ending in his pleasurable onslaught, but when he hooked his finger under the side of her panties and pulled them aside, that was when the real ecstasy began.
“Oh God, Jonas.”
He moved his tongue through the folds of her pussy, lapping up her juices and making more spill from her.
It was hot and erotic, and she knew there was no way she could stop the flow of desire that was sure to take her over the edge.
“Come on, Sasha.” He ran his tongue over her clit, sucked the hard nub into his mouth and growled when she bucked against him.
A slight discomfort from her panties digging into her flesh seemed to make her pleasure that more intense.
“Come for me. Fucking come all over my face.” He tightened his fingers on her thighs.
She could have come right then and was about to, but then he shoved two fingers past her panties and into her, curled the digits up so the pads rubbed along an ultrasensitive area, and growled once more against her clit. The vibrations coupled with the thrust of those thick fingers had her exploding.
She came hard and long, screaming his name and pulling at his hair. He wouldn’t relent, wouldn’t give her a reprieve from the pleasure/pain he delivered.
It was only when she pleaded and begged for him to stop that he actually did, but he wasn’t finished with her, not if the look in his eyes was anything to go by.
All Sasha could do was suck enough air into her lungs and watch as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. He pushed his jeans down, and when she saw that he wore no underwear, she thought that was one of the sexiest things she had ever seen.
“Pull the dress down. Just enough that I can see your tits.”
Gone was the gentleman that had always been Jonas. In his place was a man who wanted to fuck her. His wide shoulders led down to defined pecs, a rippling six-pack, and narrow hips. He had that delicious V of muscles that pointed right to his cock, and what a cock it was—long and thick and everything masculine.
She shouldn’t have expected less, not after she had been with Tanner and had felt exactly how big he was. They were twins after all, similar in appearance, and it appeared in raw sexuality, too.
“Let me see your tits, Sasha.” Her heart felt like it was about to explode from how fast everything was going. Moving slowly not because she was being coy but because she was so turned on she couldn’t get her limbs to do what she wanted, Sasha pushed the straps of her dress down her shoulders.
She didn’t wear a bra, and her breasts sprang free of their constraint. It was clear Jonas liked it by the way he groaned and immediately dipped his head to take a bared nipple into his mouth. He alternated between her breasts and sucked on the peaks so hard the ecstasy and agony morphed into one continuous wave.
The hot length of him pressed against her slit, and all she wanted to do was demand he tear her panties away and plunge into her. This was a long time in coming. While he continued to suckle on her, he reached between their bodies, gripped her panties, and tore the damn things away.
He pulled back, caught her gaze with his, and aligned the thick crest at the entrance.
“You have no fucking idea how many times I’ve thought about doing this, Sasha.” He ran the tip up and down her cleft, teasing her to the point she wanted to scream. “Years, baby.”
He pressed the cap of his dick back at her opening, and for a moment, he stared at her, not moving or breathing.
“Tell me you want my dick in your cunt. Tell me you’ve touched your hot little pussy while thinking about this moment, thinking about me shoving my cock inside of you.”
God, his filthy fucking words drove her insane. There had only been one other man who could arouse her so completely with just a few, dirty words—Tanner.
Licking her lips then dropping her gaze down to his mouth, she whispered, “Yes. I’ve thought about you fucking me.” He groaned. “Fuck my cunt with your big dick.”
She dragged her gaze back to his. His eyes were half-lidded, but his lust was a tangible entity.
“Say it again. Slowly.” He was a damn sadist intent on torturing her, but this was the best kind of punishment. His eyes lowered to stare at her mouth, as if wanting to actually see her lips form the words.
Curling her nails into her palms, she said it again.
“Jonas. Please. Fuck. My. Cunt.” He slammed his dick into her in one, swift move, and she threw her head back and cried out.
His moan matched her own hoarse shouts of pleasure. The stretch and burn from his thickness had tears pooling in her eyes, but that discomfort soon faded when he started to move.
At first, his thrusts were slow and easy, but then he slammed in and out of her so fast and hard all she could do was ride it out with him. He had to keep a tight grip on her waist so she didn’t get pushed across the counter as he pounded into her, a fact she found hot as hell.