Hooking - Kristine Allen Page 0,8
her told me she was enjoying it. “Alex,” she breathed my name out. I switched to the other before moving on. The need to taste every inch of her was driving me over the edge.
My hands and mouth couldn’t move over her fast enough. Not that I wasn’t a generous guy, but I’d never had the need to explore every inch of a woman. With Sydney, I wanted everything. Shouldering her legs wider, I breathed in her scent at the slightly concave area above her pubic bone. The tip of my nose trailed through her neatly trimmed landing strip. Nipping her clit, I tormented her by circled it with my tongue.
Normally, I didn’t waste a lot of time with that kind of foreplay, and I sure as fuck never put my mouth to some random one-night stand’s wet pussy. But hell if I didn’t with her. It was craziness. Insanity.
But goddamn, she tasted so good. My tongue plunged into her cunt, mimicking what I’d be doing with my cock, working her over like a master. It wasn’t long before she was gripping my hair in both hands and grinding against my face. She moaned low and raspy before she screamed my name and her release flooded my tongue.
So. Fucking. Amazing.
Pulling away with a bite to her inner thigh, I ripped my jeans open, dug out a condom, and had it slid over my hard length before I knew it. My cock bounced in anticipation.
Her feet moved up my legs and pushed my jeans down to my thighs. I couldn’t be bothered to remove them all the way. Not yet. First, I wanted—no, needed—to be inside her.
Fingers testing to see if she could handle me, I watched as she arched up. It was like she was offering herself to me. A pagan goddess laid out at my altar.
I worked first two, then three fingers into her slick sheath. She was so fucking tight, I was afraid I’d hurt her, but she pushed into my hand and whimpered. Darkened blue eyes stared up at me as she reached up and gripped my hand that continued to work her over.
“Fuck me,” she demanded.
Any semblance of control I might’ve had vanished. Lining myself up, I shoved the head in and glanced up to her heavy-lidded eyes. Mouth parted, she panted, causing her perfectly shaped tits to rise. I was lost.
“Fuck!” I shouted as I plunged balls deep into her tight, wet heat. Nothing, and I mean nothing, had ever felt so good. Tingles shot up my spine, and I found myself on the verge of losing it.
Her entire body had tensed and her nails bit into my arms when I entered her. Those slick pussy walls gripped me like a clenched fist. Struggling, I grunted and breathed through the need to explode. “Fuck, baby, you’re killing me,” I groaned as I tried to move. “You gotta relax, or I’m gonna hurt you.”
With each jagged breath, she relaxed a little more until finally I could drop my hands to beside her head and move inside her. “Holy fuck,” I moaned. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Fuck had become my new favorite word.
Except it was true. It was easily the best sex I’d ever experienced, and I was shocked. Ordinarily, I’d fuck like an animal and be happy that we both got off. Something about her had told me she’d be different, and I was right.
By the time I emptied into the condom, I was covered in a sheen of sweat and my mind was a mess.
“Torn”—Creed
My head was pounding as I turned my face into my pillow. Except that didn’t really help get me away from the light threatening to blind me. When I tried to roll out of bed, I found myself stuck. Confusion had me lifting my head. A muscular arm covered in tattoos was flung over me, and a heavy leg pinned one of mine to the bed.
Eyes wide, I barely noticed the sunlight anymore. “Shit,” I whispered as I tried to figure out how I was going to get up without waking him. The events of the evening before began to bombard me as I slowly lifted his arm and inched my way closer to the edge of the big bed.
I’d lost my ever-loving mind. Glancing at the balcony, I was assaulted by images of being bent over the rail as he savagely fucked me. The roots of my hair actually tingled, wanting to be pulled tight in his fist again.
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