The Troublemaker - Cathryn Fox Page 0,5
he’s probably performing better because I’m the one directing the show. No one could be this skilled in real life, right?
I move shamelessly against his face, rub my pussy all over him and his moans of want encourage me all the more.
“Yeah, that’s it. Take what you want,” he says from deep between my legs. He inserts a finger into me, and my muscles clench as deep pleasure radiates from my core.
“God, yes,” I say as he licks my clit and circles the hot bundle of nerves inside me. I move against him as he fucks me with his finger, sliding a second in for a snug fit, and I let go of the sheets and go up on my elbows. I can’t see his face, so I close my eyes to imagine it as he takes me higher and higher until I’m soaring without wings.
“I’m…coming,” I say and clench around his finger, so hard, it steals the breath from my lungs. My God, I’ve climaxed in my sleep dreaming of him before, but this is different. Far more intense. He pets me lightly, bringing me down to earth and before I can fully catch my breath, he stands to remove his pants.
The hiss of his zipper fills the silence of the room and I go up on all fours, to follow the sound. I moan, and breathe in his scent.
“I want you in my mouth,” I say and he groans.
“Where are you?” he asks.
I sit on the edge of the bed and reach for him. My hand connects with his stomach. “Right here, waiting for you to put this big cock into my mouth.”
“Fuck,” he growls, and my hand slides lower to grasp his cock. I rub him lightly. Velvet wrapped around hard steel. As I stroke, he steps closer.
“You’re going to choke me with this thing,” I say, and he draws in a fast breath.
“I won’t hurt you.”
Cason is one badass motherfucker—most guys know not to mess with him—but underneath it all, he’s sweet. I always knew that about him, which must be why his tenderness has worked its way into my dream. He’s not the flowery prose kind of guy, and I’ve never really seen him display affection to any woman other than his sister, but I’m not asking for that at the moment.
“My mouth is open, Cason. Feed me your cock, and maybe I want it to hurt a bit.”
He swallows, and I move forward so he can find my mouth. He grunts and taps my bottom lip. I lick him, taste the come dripping from his slit, and my moan seems to do something to him. He comes closer, and slides to the back of my throat. I relax my throat, take him deeper than I’ve ever taken any man and he thickens even more.
He grips my hair, wraps it around his hand, and follows the motion of my bobbing head. God, I’ve never much been into giving oral sex, but I like it with him. Everything from the way he tastes, to the groans crawling out of his throat turn me on even more.
“It’s too good,” he murmurs and pulls out of me.
“Then why stop?” I ask, my heart pounding as I squeak in a breath.
“I want to fuck you.”
“Yeah, I want that, too.”
More sounds fill the space between us; clothes rustling, foil ripping, and latex being rolled on.
“Middle of the bed,” he demands in a soft voice.
“Ooh, I love it when you go all alpha like that,” I say with a laugh.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m in the middle of the bed, now,” I inform him.
“Legs spread?”
I widen my thighs in invitation. “All spread.”
“Pussy wet?”
“Ah, yeah.”
“Touch yourself. Let me know for sure.”
I slide my hand down my body and moan when I find myself slippery wet. My God, I am so aroused, I’m ready to climax again. I roll my finger over my swollen clit, and I quiver from head to toe.
“Soaked,” I murmur.
“Jesus, I wish I could fucking see you touching yourself.” His breathing changes, becomes rough and labored. Is he visualizing me touching myself? Does that turn him on? “Hands above your head,” he commands in a soft voice.
Ooh, that’s different. I reach up and grip the rails. “Hands are exactly where you want them,” I say.
The bed dips as he climbs on, and slides over me. “You want my cock?”
“Yesss,” I hiss, as his lips crash over mine and muffle the sound. He kisses me hard, deeply, like a man who’s been deprived