by Snow, Jenika
Yeah, she liked what she saw.
“You’re huge,” she whispered then looked at my face with wide eyes, almost as if she were shocked she said it out loud.
And when she licked her lips, I let out this almost primal sound.
“You can take it all.” I grunted those words out then smirked. “You want to, don’t you? You want to try to see how many of this big, fat inches you can fit in your mouth and in that pretty pussy of yours.”
She exhaled roughly but then nodded.
God, she could’ve made me come from that alone nonverbal response alone.
“I need you, Macey,” I said, not wanting to waste another moment. I reached out again and stroked her lips, forced my thumb into her mouth, and made her taste the pre-cum that covered the digit.
Macey sucked my thumb into her mouth, swirled her tongue around it, and I was transfixed by the sight of her lips wrapped around it. Fuck, she was hot.
I pulled my hand away, lifted my arm, and ran my fingers over her hair, tangling the digits in the silky strands, wanting to push her head down so she was forced to suck my cock.
And I did just that, shifting enough that I could push her head down, so that she was now on her knees. I could feel her breath along my length.
“Suck it. Open that mouth, baby.”
When her pretty pink lips opened wide and she engulfed the head of my cock, I couldn’t stop my eyes from closing as ecstasy slammed into me.
“Yeah, that’s it. That’s fucking it.”
When she hummed, I felt those vibrations all the way down to my balls. My dick gave a hard jerk, and I involuntarily thrust forward, burying my inches into her mouth, feeling the tip hit the back of her throat. She couldn’t take all ten inches, but fuck, she took a lot.
“Macey,” I grunted, trying in vain to keep my control, to make this last. If I rushed it, I’d come before I even fully had her. And no fucking way I was doing that. “All I can picture is thrusting my dick into you, stretching you, filling you with my cum so you smell like me, so it slips out of your pretty pink pussy and makes the sheets wet.” She gasped, and I fucking loved that my obscene words got to her… turned her on even more. “I want you sore tomorrow morning, only thinking about how it felt to have my dick inside of you.”
She pulled back, my dick slipping from the hot confines of her mouth. A gasp left her again, followed by a moan. “God, Dalton,” she groaned as she stared up at me. “You have a dirty mouth.”
I sure as fuck did, but only for Macey. Only ever for her, I was quickly realizing.
Chapter Eight
Macey
God, my body felt like it was on fire, and all I wanted was for Dalton to put out the flames. And for some reason, I knew he was the only one who could do it.
I’d never felt such intense arousal before, never even wanted to be with a man in the way I did with Dalton. It was like my body wasn’t my own, like I was on autopilot and just letting my arousal take the lead.
Dalton screamed sex appeal, roared out that he’d fuck me so good, so hard and thoroughly I probably wouldn’t be able to walk comfortably tomorrow.
His cock was huge, thick and long… absolutely frightening but also arousing.
I wanted all his raw power to consume me, to dominate me… to claim me.
Maybe he would be too much for me to handle, but dammit, I sure as hell wanted to try to have him fit all those thick inches into me.
Here I was, on my knees, his dick standing at attention a few inches from my lips. His flavor coated my tongue, and my mouth watered as I smelled the pine soap he’d used, as I remembered how it felt, what it tasted like to have him against my tongue.
I felt his hand slide along the back of my neck, gently at first, but then he gripped my nape tightly and pulled me forward.
“I need more, Macey,” he whispered, groaned. “Just a little more, baby.”
I could do nothing but brace my hands on his muscled thighs and open my mouth wider. I ran my tongue over the flared head of his cock, the flavor of his pre-cum exploding on my taste buds. I pictured us on the bed, Dalton above me, his cock thrusting in and out of me with all that male potency he exuded.
My pussy was wet, so incredibly soaked that when I squeezed my thighs together, I felt the slickness.
“I want inside you, Macey. I want my dick in your sweet little cunt so fucking badly I ache.”
Me too.
I was hot and cold, had goosebumps on my skin, yet sweat covered my flesh. I felt how hard my nipples were, the peaks obscenely pointed, elongated as if they were desperate for Dalton’s mouth.
He wrapped his hands around my waist, and before I knew what was happening, Dalton hauled me off the ground and pulled me close to his body.
“As much as I want you sucking my cock, I need to feel all of you against me, Macey.”
All his hard, defined muscles were flush with my feminine curves, and I found myself melting against him even more. I wanted his fingers and mouth on me, touching me, making me get off so all I felt was him. And when I felt his raging hard-on pressed against my belly, the slickness of his pre-cum wetting my flesh, I had to clench my thighs together to stem off my intense arousal.
Dalton wasn’t gentle or easy as he touched me. No, he was possessive, consuming me and making me ache in all my erogenous zones. He ran his hand along my side, across my belly, and cupped one of my breasts. I arched my back, thrusting my chest farther into his hold. The slow glide of his lips along my jaw had me closing my eyes and letting my head fall back, giving him better access. He moved his other hand against my lower back and slowly pushed it way lower until he cupped my ass.
“Oh, God.” I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but I was glad it was out in the open, hanging between us, heating from the desire that bounced between us forcefully.
When he started moving his thumb over my hard nipple, back and forth, using slight pressure, I would have given him anything he wanted at that moment.
“Macey. Fuck, you feel so damn good against me,” he breathed along my throat, and as if to emphasize his point, he thrust against my belly, grinding his dick into me and reminding me exactly what we were about to do. “You’re mine,” he said in this harsh, slightly distorted voice.
I could only nod. Maybe it was insane to have a man think that way about a woman this fast, but God, it felt so right.
“How dirty do you want it?” he murmured against my neck, and I moaned. “You want my mouth on your pussy? Do you want me licking your tight, wet slit until you come all over my face?”
I nodded, because I couldn’t think of what to say. I couldn’t even find my voice or words to convey that, yes, I wanted him to do all of that.
His voice was so deep and rough it moved over me like fingers. “Yeah, I can practically smell that sweet cream slipping from your hot little cunt as I say it.”
A shiver worked through me at his gruff, dirty words. He was right. I turned my head, needing to feel his mouth on mine. It was as if I begged that out loud, because a second later, he dragged his mouth up my neck, over my jaw, and ran his tongue along the corner of my lips.
“I need to be inside you,” he whispered against my mouth, and once again, I nodded. He continued to kiss and lick the side of my mouth, not giving me what I really wanted, but teasing me that he would.
I wanted pure, unadulterated sex with him, and I was done wasting time. He pulled back and gazed down at my face, and my breath caught at the look he gave me. Dalton surprised the hell out of me. While still staring into my eyes, he gripped the cheeks of my ass with both hands and pulled them apart. Over and over, he molded his hands on the mounds, driving me crazy with lust. He pulled away far too soon, but he didn’t make me wait to see what he was doing.
My pulse throbbed between my thighs, and a fresh gush of moisture left my pussy.
I could see his chest rising and falling a bit faster as he looked at me then lowered his gaze to my pussy. The chilled air hit every part of me
, the very knowledge that he was staring at me with so much passion having my body heat to furnace levels.
I didn’t stop myself from admiring his body either. I lowered my gaze down his hard, defined abdomen, over his six-pack and that cut V of muscle that was like an inverted triangle pointing right at his dick.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He sounded out of breath.
I snapped my gaze up and was caught up in his onyx stare. I found myself drowning in the depths of it, wanting to know everything about this man… wanting for him to know everything about me.
And because I was a fiend, because I wanted him so damn much… because I wanted his cock in my mouth again until I was the one bringing him over the edge, I sunk to my knees once more. He didn’t stop me, didn’t do anything but grunt in approval.
Yeah, I wanted him to fuck me, but God help, I wanted this more right now.
And once I was in position, I could only stare at his erection that was right in front of me again. I tipped my head back and looked into his face, holding my breath at the expression he had. It was fierce, dark, and powerful—manly.
“God, Macey.” He breathed those two words out erotically. Then his expression hardened. “Suck my cock again, baby.”
I felt my heart pound violently in my chest, and I licked my lips. My face felt flushed, and the look on Dalton’s probably mimicked my own.
Deep-rooted need.
“Come on, baby. Open wide and take all ten inches into that pretty mouth of yours once more. Make me almost come, let me feel the tip hit the back of your throat until your eyes water and you gag.”
I didn’t waste another minute and wrapped my hand around the hard, impossibly thick length of his shaft. God, he was not only impressively long, but his girth was so huge that I couldn’t even touch my fingers together as I held him.
He grunted from the contact, and I squeezed my thighs together, as if that would ease the ache that settled right in my pussy.
Dalton speared his hands into my hair, his nails digging into my scalp, the sting of pain making me moan. I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock, his taste slightly salty but had a hint of something more masculine, more potent. It was my turn to moan then. I opened wide, trying to get as much of his monster cock in my mouth as I could.
“Christ, baby. Take it all, Macey. Take every last fucking inch.” His hips jerked forward as if they had a mind of their own, and I loved that he had no control right now.
I curled my nails into his muscular thighs at the same time he started to pull out of my mouth and then push back in. He mouth-fucked me slow and easy at first, and I found herself moving my tongue along his flesh, tasting a burst of saltiness as his pre-cum coated my taste buds. Every so often, he’d hit the back of my throat, causing my eyes to water, but having me hungry for more.
A carnal need to taste all of him, to have his cum slide down my throat, spurred my motions. I started moving my head back and forth, up and down, wanting him so unhinged he couldn’t stop himself from orgasming.
“Yes. Fuck yes.” His hold on my hair tightened, and his thrusting hips became even more frantic in his need for release.
I could practically feel how much he wanted to get off, and it turned me on even more.
“Fuck, Macey. Take it all. Take all of my fucking cock, baby.”
I closed my eyes and focused on getting him off. It was like I was addicted to the taste of him, like I was desperate for his cum down my throat.
I never thought giving a man head could bring me so much pleasure, but my pussy was soaked, and I felt my pulse beating in my clit. God, I wanted Dalton inside me so badly.
Dalton thrust once, twice, and stilled on the third as he buried his dick all the way in my mouth. I felt his balls bump my chin and then his cum start to coat the back of my throat as he got off. I hummed in approval as I swallowed it all, feeling like my gag reflex might take over but pushing that bitch down. I needed this. I needed him.
I felt my own pleasure mounting, knew that once he stretched my pussy with this big cock of his, I wouldn’t last. I’d explode for him. And I unashamedly wanted to reach between my thighs and rub myself, move my finger back and forth over my clit, but if I did that, I’d come, and I wanted to feel him pounding into me when that happened.
Dalton’s grip tightened in my hair, and he pushed my head back, my lips coming free from the suction of his shaft. His hold on my hair was strong, and I felt a drip of his cum start to slide out the corner of my mouth.
“Lick that up,” he demanded in a harsh voice.
I ran my tongue along my lips, tasting the salty essence of him, obeying him right away.
“Good girl,” he murmured and hauled me up, my breasts swaying from the force of the action. And then his mouth crashed against mine, our teeth clashing together in heated desire. I felt his hands move down my body to cup my ass. I felt his dick start to harden again between our bodies, and I gasped at the fact that he was so worked up he could get stiff right away. I pressed closer, needing the contact, needing our flesh right up against each other until nothing else mattered.
When I felt Dalton run his tongue along my bottom lip, I shivered, wondering if I would deny him anything, if I ever could. I felt not just arousal and attraction to him. I felt something deeper, more profound. It didn’t make sense, but it did feel right.
My body might be running the show right now, but I was letting my heart lead the way, and it was telling me this was the man for me.
Chapter Nine
Dalton
“Macey,” I groaned her name. I knew I should be gentle, go slow. I didn’t want to scare her, to be too forceful or possessive. But fuck, I couldn’t help myself.
I fucking loved that Macey didn’t deny me. She moved to the bed instantly, sat down, and I couldn’t help but stare at her curves, at how purely feminine she appeared in every single fucking way.
“Lie back fully for me. Spread those thighs and let me see how pink that pussy is.”
When she was laid out like an offering, all I could do was stare at her. Macey was so fucking hot, lush and plump, perfect in every way. I was hard and hungry all at the same time. The sight of every inch of her body on display for my visual pleasure was slowly draining what little self-control I had left, but the truth was, I wasn’t trying very hard to deny myself. The idea of teasing her to the brink of orgasm and denying her that pleasure was a fucking turn on, but I knew I couldn’t do that. I’d come without even being inside her once again if I did.
“Spread your legs wider. Let me really see that sweet pussy of yours.”
She did as I said, her legs being pulled up, her feet flat on the bed. She bent her knees and let her thighs fall open as far as they’d go. My vision was trained right on her cunt. I watched as her outer lips parted, showing me the petal-pink color of her inner ones. Fucking hell was she gorgeous, soaked and swollen and all mine. I didn’t waste any time.
I took residence between her legs and placed my hand on one of her inner thighs, pushing her open even farther, watching as her pussy spread even wider for me. Her cunt was a thing of beauty, all smooth, glistening with the wetness I caused. She was primed for me, but I wanted her even more soaked. I wanted her dripping with nectar until she drenched the sheets beneath her.
“Staring at your pussy is making my dick all nice and hard, Macey.”
She moaned, and I watched as she clenched the sheets beneath her, as if she were grasping for something to stabilize her.
I lifted my hand and ran my finger down the center of her cunt, feeling how smooth and silky she was, how wet she was. Her body visibly shook, and I smirked, loving that just the slightest touch from me affected her so much.
Placing my thumb on her clit, I gently applied pressure while I slid my index finger over her slickness and circled it around the opening of her pussy. I was breathing harder and faster, my cock throbbing to be buried inside her. I slipped my finger into the wet, hot depth of her body, grunting w
hen her pussy sucked the digit inside.
I lifted my gaze and watched her face as I finger-fucked her in long strokes at the same time I rubbed slow circles around the swollen little bud of her clit. The breathy cries that came from her had my cock leaking cum. Fuck, I was raring to go all over again, like I hadn’t made her drink my cum, like I’d never gotten off before.
I was a fiend right now as I used my other hand to reach down and grab my dick, tightening my fingers around my aching cock. I started tugging at myself while I thrust my finger in and out of her. I was riveted to her pussy once more and could have come just from watching my finger dip into her body.
“Dalton.”
The way my name fell from her lips, all breathy and full of need, had me gripping my cock harder. She squirmed on the bed, her breasts thrusting out and her hips rising to meet my plunging finger.
I continued to push my finger into her and leaned forward, whispering, “Your pussy is greedy for me.” I breathed those words against her, and she moaned when I added another finger, stretching her tight little hole. “God, you’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to feel you squeezing my dick.” I twisted my fingers in her, moving them across her G-spot. Pressing a kiss to the side of her mouth, I slid my tongue out and ran it along her bottom lip. I moved my fingers over the swollen bundle of tissue again and she cried out, her pussy gripping my fingers.
I could feel her inner muscles tighten around the digits. I knew it would only take a little pressure on her clit and a little twist along the bundle of tissue deep inside her, and she’d get off. And as I gave her what she needed, what I wanted, I watched in ecstasy as she came for me.
“Yes,” she hissed.
I only gave her a couple seconds to calm down before I was starting in on her all over again. I ran my tongue over her nipple, moaning at the sweet taste of her. I sucked and licked at her. A cry left her, and she begged for more.
