parted her lips and swirled in the sexy wetness. “You have a beautiful clit.” She felt him tug the hood back and shut her eyes as jolts of need shook her body.
“Arnie,” she grunted. “Please.”
His mouth replaced his fingers. She cried out when he buried his face between her legs and licked the entrance to her body.
“Come before cock,” he grunted against her pussy.
He could have taken her but didn’t. Not until she came.
Clutching the sheets beneath her, Summer undulated on his tongue. Her knees drew back, and without effort, both thighs opened wider.
The pleasure he gave reduced her to a quivering moaning animal seeking a release only he could give.
“Fuck my tongue, baby. Roll those bad girl hips and go for it.”
His command was her wish. She gyrated and moaned up a storm. Her pussy tightened unbearably. She needed him—desperately.
Arnie gave a feral grunt and commanded her to be still. He penetrated her with two fingers, gently at first and then with demanding strokes. Her breath caught, and within seconds, he delivered a shattering climax.
Summer went under with astonishing speed. Her entire being pulsed and vibrated. She was barely functioning when he arranged her in a straddle on his lap and lowered her onto his fat cock.
She gasped and shuddered against him. Being filled and stretched made her pussy quiver. Summer marveled at the wave of heated moisture flooding her body.
There was no need for her to reinvent the wheel—not when he took control of her movements and showed her how to ride. The sound of their bodies slapping together on each downward plunge was the sexiest backing track of all time.
Amazingly she felt the rush of a second orgasm and surrendered.
“Come for me, baby. Let me feel your sweet pussy milk my cock.”
She reacted by squeezing him with all her might. The effort made her tremble.
Something snapped. She clutched his neck and brought their faces to within inches. They were both breathing heavily as she bounced energetically on his thick manhood until the heat and friction stole her sanity.
An orgasm plowed into her like a freight train. She shook and jerked. He grabbed her by the waist and forcefully slammed her onto his cock, over and over.
He followed her into heaven. The return trip to earth took a long time.
He had to get a grip before things went off the rails. There was no way her inexperienced body was up for more. As it was, his conscience was already grappling with his lack of finesse during the energetic rodeo ride ending with him emptying his balls. Or ball, depending on how technical you wanted to get.
She was limp against him, straddling his lap with his cock still inside her. He gathered her in his arms and held her close.
“Are you okay, baby?” He breathed her in and murmured against her hair.
It took a minute for her to react. She shifted, let out a shocked wince, and search his face.
“I’m,” she whimpered softly but didn’t finish the sentence.
Arnie understood, or he thought he did. Everything was up to him. Summer’s bold surrender to uncontrollable passion did something to his head. And his heart.
Even before he made love to her, she was his. Claiming her wasn’t something he took lightly. Joining their bodies was an act of spiritual sacrament, and whether he was ready to use the marriage word or not, it didn’t change the facts. They were inextricably bound to one another.
He made soothing noises and stroked her back. “I’ll take care of you, Summer.”
When he carefully lifted her, they both groaned at the loss of contact. Out of habit, he immediately checked the condom situation and silently winced.
Once again, their lovemaking ended with a red checkmark in the column for condom fails. Not a catastrophic fail like tearing—more along the lines of obvious leakage. Goddammit. Mister Trojan had always met the challenge before.
He told her what happened the first time. The situation couldn’t be reversed so he said nothing this time. What difference would it make?
Curled on her side with her hands tucked against her chest, she gave off an air of fragility. He sensed turmoil. Her good girl side wasn’t an act. Summer was authentic to her bones. In the span of a few hours, she met her inner wanton and experienced things she might never have imagined.
Hell man, he experienced things he definitely didn’t think were real. Like, for instance, was his head supposed to glow? And hers? What was up with the shower of rose