Forbidden Bride - Penny Wylder Page 0,39
top of me so I can tip my cock into her. She stirs, moaning as I enter her, and that sound takes me from mostly hard to hard as fucking steel. “Good morning,” she moans. “Hell of a way to wake up.”
“An orgasm before breakfast is always the best policy, I think.”
Holding her hips still, I thrust into her hard and fast. Then I pull her against me as I move, grinding her clit against me. She gasps, suddenly more awake. “What are you doing to me?” It’s a rhetorical question accompanied by the sudden digging of her nails into my skin. I’ll gladly bear the marks if she keeps making sounds like that.
“It’s Saturday morning and I want to make you scream.”
“Not far off,” she says, her voice going high pitched.
I move faster. Harder. Then slower and teasing. I don’t want her to come yet. I want her to be out of her mind with the need to come and then deny her. Over and over until she begs. But she’s catching on after the second time I take her to the edge and pull her back. “Fuck, Tristan.”
Lifting, I move her up to my mouth and sit her pussy squarely over my mouth. The squeak she lets out as I move her is fucking adorable, as is the way it turns into an erotic stream of begging. Running my tongue along her slit, I’m the one who’s moaning now. She tastes amazing.
I swirl my tongue over her clit and suck it as forcefully as I can. I feel her whole body spasm above me, and she grabs the headboard trying to stay upright. “Scream for me, baby,” I say, voice muffled by her pussy.
Her voice is still raw from last night, and the throaty way she’s yelling is pure sex. I know what she likes now. I know the way to flick my tongue along the underside of her clit with steady precision to get her off. And I know how to do that and get her close and then lick my way down to her pussy and fuck her with my tongue to drive her wild.
“Dammit, Tristan,” she groans, the words echoing off the walls. “Please.”
“One more time,” I tell her, licking again.
She thrusts her hips against my mouth, growing desperate. “Why?”
Gripping her hips so she can’t thrust them, I move my mouth only for a second. “Because I said so.”
Last night was the most blisteringly erotic night of my life, and I learned that Nicola likes to lose a little bit of control. And I have a theory that that’s why she’s embarrassed, not the fact that she watched porn. It’s a strong suspicion that when I get her to show me the rest of her videos that there will be a common theme, and I’m more than happy to play into that theme. If giving up control makes her come—makes her want to swallow my cock like it’s giving her oxygen—then I’ll take control.
And I know that I’m right. As soon as I tell her that it’s my choice, her pussy floods with more arousal and wetness, and her whole body shudders. I take her to the peak again, thoroughly enjoying her cursing and begging as I back off again. Her legs are absolutely shaking now as I attack her clit with my tongue. She won’t make it another round of edging. Up and over the edge I sweep her, and she screams just like I wanted her too.
Pure raw pleasure pours from her, and I drink her orgasm like it’s oxygen. She’s moving her hips, seeking more, and I can give her more. Easily. I lift her back onto my cock, sliding deep in one long stroke. She’s still coming, and her pussy grabs my cock like a goddamn vise. Holy shit.
I thrust up into her, and I let go. I’m close enough that it doesn’t take long—so fast that I would be mortified with anyone else. But she makes me ready to blow just by looking at me, and when I can still taste her on my lips, it’s enough to bring me to the edge. Hollering my own climax, I hold onto Nicola, letting her fall onto my chest, exhausted again. I stay buried inside her.
If I’m honest with myself, there’s not a time when I don’t wish I was inside her. Aside from the obvious physical pleasure, it feels like home. “We could do this all day,” I whisper.
She laughs softly,