His eyes were gleaming gold as her lips opened, her tongue swiping over the engorged crest. She could feel rising within her the dangerous, destructive sexuality she had always fought.
Some things could be too good. Too addictive. Like breathing. Like Tanner.
“Hell yes,” he groaned as he slowly fed the damp head into her mouth. “Take me, darlin’. Show me how hungry you are.”
And she was hungry. Hungry enough that now nothing mattered except his pleasure and her own. Because each growling moan that came from his throat only fed her lust.
“Oh yeah.” He was watching as her mouth surrounded the straining length of his cock. His eyes centered, not on hers, but on her lips. “There you go, pretty girl. Suck my dick. Show me how good you are.”
And he knew how good she was. Scheme felt her face flame at the wicked knowledge that he had watched her do this at other times. With other men. And as he had promised, nothing that had come before him could compare to this pleasure.
“There’s no pulling out, Scheme,” he warned her then. “You’ll take it all. Every f**king drop of cum I can spill into that hot little mouth.”
She whimpered, as much from the domineering eroticism as from the act itself. But if he thought surrender would come from her, he was wrong. She would accept only what she wanted. And she would be damned if she would give it to him easily.
Her eyes narrowed as she pushed at his wrist, forcing him to release the hold he had on the treat she craved.
Her hand couldn’t surround him, but she knew how to compensate. Her favorite vibrator had often played her lover, and he knew it. He knew how she longed to taste, to touch, and she gave him what he had watched and more.
Her other hand cupped his tight balls, her fingers playing them, rolling them as her palm gripped the sac firmly.
He snarled again, a hard growl leaving his throat as the muscles of his thighs flexed and the head of his c**k throbbed.
“I watched you with that damned vibrator you played with sometimes,” he told her then. “Sucking it, filling your mouth with it.”
She moaned in response.
“I felt it. I felt your mouth on my c**k as you sucked it. Felt your teeth…” The little roar that left his lips had her juices spilling from her vagina. “Fuck, yeah.” Her teeth raked over the bulging head before her mouth sucked him back in and her tongue began to play with flickering caresses.
His hands tightened in her hair, his fingers flexing against her scalp, pulling at the strands, sending racing arcs of pleasure/pain to streak to erogenous zones she hadn’t known she possessed.
“I loved watching you pleasure yourself.” Both hands were in her hair now as his h*ps began to move, his c**k f**king her in short, hard strokes. “Seeing what you wanted and couldn’t give yourself.”
She was ensnared by his eyes, the golden amber flecked with green, glittering behind the thick, gold-flecked lashes.
“I would dream about f**king your mouth.” His voice deepened, roughened.
Her tongue raked beneath the head, pressed, stroked, and she was rewarded by a pulse of pr**cum, heated, earthy, the taste of it firing an almost explosive response inside her.
“Dream of feeling your tongue. Fucking over it.” He pulled harder at her hair. Her eyes nearly closed at the pleasure. “Watching you.” His strokes increased. “Feeling you. Suck it deeper. Deeper, baby.” He slid nearly to her throat, where no man had been allowed before, until now.
Her tongue flattened, raking the sensitive flesh beneath his cock, and she felt another pulse of liquid fall from the engorged flesh.
“I’m going to come.”
Her fingers tightened at the bottom, her middle finger finding the heavy vein that led up the shaft, stilling his release.
His head fell back, his body tightening further, his hands gripping her hair harder as she began to suck him deeper, filling her mouth with the thick, hard flesh throbbing erotically over her tongue.
The sound of their breathing filled the room, rough, harsh gasps. His growls, her moans as she worked her mouth over the thick crest and impossibly hard shaft.
“There you go baby, work my dick,” he snarled. “Show me how bad you are, sweetheart. Give it to me.”
The hand working his scrotum moved to the thrusting shaft as he threatened to go deeper than she could bear. The fingers of her other hand continued to play the vein at the back, holding off his release, forcing the sensitivity in his c**k higher.
She had dreamed of doing this. Of controlling her lover’s release, finding a lover willing to let her play as well, to let her taste, touch and work them both into a frenzy of need.
And Tanner liked to play. One hand dropped from her hair, ran down her shoulder, then cupped a swollen breast.