The Four Stages of Loving Dutch Owen - Debra Kayn Page 0,58
until she straddled his head.
"I want to see you." He hooked her thighs and pulled her down until she was sitting on his face.
The suction of his mouth in that position crumbled her. She moaned. Her hips moved on their own. She reached down and grabbed his hair, fisting the strands and not letting him leave her.
He used his tongue to lick between nipping and sucking her. She rode his mouth, urged on by her arousal.
Her wetness mixed with his beard. The sensations were more exotic than her fingers.
He untangled her hands from his hair and threaded his fingers through hers, bracing her. With most of her weight supported by him, her pussy warmed, and the insistent need to orgasm rushed through her.
As if starving, Dutch never stopped assaulting her. He stroked and munched and rubbed her sensitive clit.
Her toes curled, and she squeezed his hands. Their connection traveled through her, electrifying her.
She held on tightly, keeping him with her. Floating between the shock of having him back and wondering if he was a delusion, she became desperate and needy.
She panted, grinding against him, rubbing against his face. His beard—just the right amount of roughness. His chin—caused wonderful pressure.
She moved and moved. Her body refused to stop. As if an orgasm would make him a reality, she desperate rode his face.
Pleasure reached up inside of her and exploded. She moaned. The sound coming from the deep hollowness inside her soul, crying for attention and love. Echoing in the stark bedroom.
The tension in her spine snapped, and she bowed her back, hanging her head. Her arms shook, and if not for Dutch holding her up, she would've collapsed on top of him.
She struggled to fill her lungs around the racing of her heart.
Dutch let go of her hands and spanned her waist, lifting her up and moving her down to his stomach.
His cock pulsed hard against her ass. Unable to move, she stared at him in question.
"Tell me if you gave your pussy to anyone while I was gone." His deep voice rattled her.
Had she...? Was he...?
"Marla Marie?" He rubbed her thighs. "My cock is behind you. Feel what I have for you."
She reached behind her and gripped his dick, running her hand along its length and testing the width.
Her tongue stuck to the roof of her dry mouth. She'd never had anything inside of her that big or that long.
"You want it?" He squeezed her thighs. "You're going to have to put yourself on me. I don't want to hurt you by doing it myself."
She twisted, looking over her shoulder. His cock looked even angrier. Long swollen veins lined the length of him, and the bulbous head stared up at her with its one eye, tempting her, teasing her.
Dutch's stomach tightened, and he groaned. "Give my cock a little taste of your pussy."
She raised her ass off him and scooted back, looking down, between her legs. Her inner thighs were coated with her own pleasure and Dutch's saliva.
He reached between her legs and fisted the base of his cock. "I'll hold on to it until you want me to move my hand. You can take that much until you're used to me."
With him taking away four fingers worth of his cock, she grew more confident that she could put what remained inside her.
Moving until she aligned with him, she held on to his shoulders and backed up until the tip of him pressed against her pussy. Holding her breath, she kept pushing until she thought most of him was inside her.
Dutch's upper body expanded with each ragged breath. She looked at him to see if she was doing it right, and his eyes stared back at her with the lids half-covering his eyes. It was the closest she'd been to him since seeing him in prison.
The wrinkles on Dutch's face that Alyssa had told her about were there. At the corners of his eyes and the corners of his mouth, peeking out the top of his beard. As were the gray strands in his beard that had multiplied. There was a new red scar on his forehead, and she had no idea what had happened to cause it.
Without letting go of his dick, he used his thumb on her clit. Her pussy squeezed down, and she winced.
"Relax." He circled his thumb lightly on her. "You have a little more you can take."
Her gaze jerked to his, and she swallowed. "More?"