My hand moved between my legs, I moaned deep and my h*ps jerked yet again as my knees slid a bit out to the sides. I was so turned on, my own touch sent shockwaves throughout my body.
“Fuck, beautiful,” Tack whispered, his strokes deepening, going faster. “So f**kin’ beautiful, baby.”
I took him in my mouth, touched myself between my legs, moaned and let it build until suddenly Tack pulled out.
I gave a small cry of protest but before I could complete it, I felt the short zipper at the back of my dress going down. When it was down, my torso was yanked up because Tack was yanking off my dress. Then he had a strong arm around my waist and I was moving swiftly toward him and up. His other hand was between his legs and my legs automatically wrapped around his h*ps just as he jerked me down, guiding himself inside at the same time and I was full of him.
“Finally,” I breathed and Tack moved.
Connected to me, he shifted on his knees until I was back against the headboard.
Then he f**ked me.
“Told you you’d get my cock,” he muttered against my mouth.
Well, he gave me what he promised in more ways than one.
“Shut up and concentrate,” I ordered and his h*ps thrust harder.
Oh yeah.
“Now who’s bossy?” he grunted.
“You’re not concentrating.”
He pulled out and then slammed back in. “Oh yeah, baby, I f**kin’ am.”
He sure was.
“Tip your hips, Red, I wanna go deep,” he grunted and I did. He went deep and I moaned. “You like that.”
“I do,” I gasped. “I like everything about you, honey. Everything. Lived in black and white seems like all my life. Never noticed. Not until you colored my world.”
Tack went completely still.
I tightened my arms and legs around him, demanding, “Tack, don’t stop!”
He started again. His hand at my ass tipping my h*ps further, he went faster, harder and a whole lot deeper and it took about two seconds before it built so high, it exploded and, clutching him close, I came again.
I was recovering, he was still thrusting and I felt his eyes on my face in the dark. Then I felt the tickle of his goatee and the movement of his lips against mine as he groaned, “Beautiful,” buried himself inside, took my mouth and came, growling down my throat.
I knew his orgasm left him when his kiss gentled. He kept me tight to him and the headboard as he kept kissing me, soft, sweet but still wet and deep.
After he did this a while, and I enjoyed it that while, his lips slid down my cheek to the skin behind my ear and he whispered, “Love that greedy pu**y of yours, Red.”
I turned my head and with my lips at the hair curling around his neck I whispered back, “Good.”
“And your hair,” he went on and I smiled against his neck.
“Good.”
“This ass,” his hand at my ass gave me a squeeze, “your long-ass legs, those heels.”
“I like your cock,” I shared.
“I got that.”
“And your tats.”