Rock Me Deeper (Licks of Leather #5) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,66
impale myself on him. The sight of his sculpted muscles and the dark brown hair dusting his chest and trailing to the tight curls framing his thick, hard staff, proud, erect, and pointing toward the ceiling, stole my breath.
Body aching and throbbing, and pussy flowing, I clambered back onto the bed and straddled his narrow hips. Our hot flesh melded together. The heat of his cock nestled between my swollen folds seared me to the bone. Pressing my palms to his sculpted pecs, I lifted to my knees. Then like riding a seesaw, I rubbed my folds up and down his shaft. I used to love teasing and tormenting him like this. Syd had, too. Or at least he’d never complained. It seemed unfathomable that over a decade of time was missing between us, yet at this moment the guilt and pain that had filled those empty years had vanished. We were sharing the same uninhibited splendor that once ruled our world.
“Caris,” Syd bit out between clenched teeth. “I love the feel of your hot slit bathing my cock, but my patience is fried. The second time around, no problem, but right—”
“Second time?” I arched a brow. “You’re pretty sure of yourself, stud.”
As the crooked smile tugged his mouth, my heart sputtered.
“Second, third, fourth…and if you’re still conscious, fifth.”
“I’ll be conscious, all right. Question is…will you?”
“Slide that pretty pussy down on my cock, and I’ll show you.”
Syd opened his mouth, but whatever he’d intended to say escaped in a long, low groan as I leaned forward and began easing down over his wide crest.
Syd’s hips surged upward, and I gasped from the shock and burn of his huge cock filling and stretching my quaking tunnel. I lifted back up and groaned as his wide rim scraped the liquid lining my walls.
“Oh, baby. You’re so wet. Fuck… You feel like heaven but so much better,” Syd groaned.
Gripping my hips, he pulled me down, impaling me onto him again.
A husky cry pealed from my throat as he dragged against my G-spot. Palms pressed to his chest for support, my legs flexed as I lifted up and down. Syd’s fingers bit into my hips as he rocked upward, stealing my breath as he drove every wicked inch deeper. He slid his hands to my ass and cupped my orbs, angling me forward to plunge deeper still.
He ground out dirty words between clenched teeth as his cock ground against my G-spot. The zapping friction he created sent lighting coalescing to my clit until I couldn’t take it anymore and shoved my fingers between my legs. Strumming my throbbing clit with one hand, I cupped my breast with the other and began pulling and pinching my nipples.
“That’s it, angel. Tease those beautiful tits while I fill and stretch your silky cunt.”
I whimpered as the raspy tone spiking his dirty words sailed me higher.
My tunnel compressed around him like a vise.
A knowing flicker of delight danced in his eyes.
Yeah, he knew the dirty things he was saying drove me wild.
“Does my fat cock feel good stuffed inside you?”
“Yes,” I groaned.
Syd continued taunting me with his gruff voice and tawdry words.
Rocking my hips, I matched his desperate thrusts while frantically strumming my clit.
“That’s it…ride me. Ride me hard, my gorgeous dirty girl.”
Body humming in a low vibration of warning, I welcomed the numbness prickling my flesh.
Welcomed the pressure building, causing my muscles to strain and tense.
Welcomed the keening cries scratching my throat as the sharp summit swelled and desperation began clawing through me.
“Syd,” I mewled. “I-I’m…”
“Come, Caris. Shatter for me, angel.”
His whiskey-smooth growl fused the fiery friction blistering my senses.
Strobes of brilliant white light exploded behind my eyes as I sucked in a choppy breath.
My tunnel seized around his driving shaft, and I screamed Syd’s name as spasms of ecstasy destroyed me from the inside out.
He bucked his hips ruthlessly, stabbing in and out of my clutching tunnel.
His rhythm faltered.
His thrusts grew erratic.
“Caris!”
His bellowed cry vibrated me to the core.
Ripples of pleasure pulsed and sizzled as his cock expanded and he followed me over.
Releasing my ass, Syd sat up and slid his arm up my spine. Cupping my nape, he dragged me down, meshing me against his sweat-soaked chest. I rested my head on his uninjured shoulder and slung my boneless arms around his chest. We were both panting violently, both jolting, quivering, and jerking from the aftershocks rolling through our bodies.
“That was…”
Well, well…the great Sydney Joseph Wilston has been rendered speechless.