by Lora Leigh
“Hmm, you taught me,” she whispered, surprising him. “You make me so crazy when you do this. I want to make you just as crazy.”
His stomach tightened at the thought of having her experiment on him, testing out the caresses he had given her on his tougher body. Just the thought of it had his balls tightening, his cock twitching.
“You like that thought, stud?” Her hand curled between his thighs, cupping the aching spheres as she wiggled against him.
“You keep calling me stud and I’m going to show what one is good for,” he grunted. “You’re playing with a desperate man here, Jessie.”
“Am I playing?” She knelt between his thighs, her fingers moving along his erection as he gritted his teeth with the pleasure.
“Shit.” He was almost panting for air now.
“Easy does it, stud.” She smiled, a slow, easy, sexy as fucking hell curve of her lips as his hands moved to the waistband of his jeans. If he didn’t get the restrictive material off his ass, it was going to strangle his dick.
She brushed his hands away, her silken fingers moving against his convulsing abdomen as she loosened the snap of the low-slung denim.
“I missed you, Slade.” She leaned forward, planting a kiss on the skin revealed by the loosened waistband as his hands buried in her hair.
“God, baby,” he moaned, swallowing tightly as her inquisitive little tongue licked at his flesh while her fingers lowered the zipper over his pounding cock. “If you don’t move the schedule up here a bit, the game is going to be over.”
“Mmm. Like you don’t stay hard for hours,” she whispered a second before her teeth nipped at his lower abs, causing a silent snarl of agonized pleasure to tighten his lips.
“I stay hard for you period.” He was almost panting as the jeans loosened and her graceful fingers curled into the waistband.
He lifted, his fingers clenching at his side as he let her draw his jeans and briefs down his hips. His cock raked her lips and her tongue swiped at it as though in chastisement, pulling a strangled moan from his chest.
There was no convincing here, no seduction. She was moving over him like honey, her hands pulling his jeans away as she knelt naked before him, her tongue curling around the head of his erection. She was making him insane. His balls were agonized they were pulled so damned tight against the base of his cock, his entire body wracked by pleasure as she tossed his jeans aside then bent to the tortured spheres.
“Sweet God in Heaven…” His head fell back, his fingers clenching in her hair as she sucked at the sensitized pouch, licking, her teeth raking, her sweet fucking tongue… Ah God, her tongue was killing him.
Then her hands were sliding up his thighs, the heated fingers probing at the taut muscles, rubbing in tight little circles along the hypersensitive flesh there, creating sensations that took his breath.
She smoothed her hands along his thighs as she mouthed his cock, suckling the head just past her lips. Her hot tongue rimmed beneath the crest, her fingers, slick from the sweet moisture she was spreading over his cock, glanced over his anus.
“Enough.” He could barely push the words past his lips as he buried his hands in her hair, holding her lips where he needed them most. Those wicked little fingers were another story, though.
Her sharp teeth raked over the head of his cock, a warning, violent pulse of pleasure shooting to his testicles before she enclosed the straining crest once again. The erotic message was clear. She would do what she wanted, not as he willed.
“Jessie, baby…” His hands clenched tight as her little fingers probed, her tongue stroked. He was going to lose his mind any minute. If she did what he suspected she was about to.
“Fuck!” A fingertip penetrated the entrance as his hands clamped on her hair, driving his cock several inches into her sucking mouth before she could stop him. “Pay the price, little girl,” he snarled, his hips shifting as her finger slipped in further. “You want to be bad, then you’re going to get your face fucked in return.”
The explicit words had her groaning, the vibration tingling along his erection as her fingertip slid back, gathered moisture and returned with a friend. Two slender tips slipped inside him. His hips jerked again, moving, thrusting his cock into her mouth as her tongue flickered hungrily around it.
She was hesitant, not really certain. Her dark eyes gazed up at him as she obviously fought to retain enough of her own control to be certain he was enjoying her efforts towards his pleasure.
“Anything you want, baby girl,” he growled, holding her head in place, fighting to gather enough breath to speak. “Experiment. There’s not much I wouldn’t let you do…”
Her fingers slid in, glancing over a spot that sent pleasure thundering so hard, so viciously through him, his head fell back and a hoarse shout spilled from his lips. Damn, she was killing him with pleasure. Her mouth sank on his thrusting cock, his hips driving the thick length as deep into her mouth as she would allow him.
When her fingers returned, unerringly finding that spot that destroyed his control, she worked it for all she was worth. Thrusting easily, stroking over it, massaging it, manipulating it until his hands held her in place, his hips driving his erection to the back of her throat before his balls erupted. He felt his seed erupt from the tip of his cock, splashing into her rapidly swallowing throat before another brutal pulse ripped from him.
It seemed never-ending, locking his muscles painfully as he clamped down on her fingers and his cock spewed into her suckling mouth.
“Enough.” He felt like an animal, wracked by lust so pervasive, so overwhelming there was no thought, nothing but instinct.
His hand moved to clamp onto her wrist, drawing her fingers from his ass before he pushed her back to the mattress. For what he had mind, nothing would do but a bed. A bed and the silky, slick slide of her desire on his lips, his tongue, feeding the fury of lust raging through him.
Jessie cried out as Slade tossed her to the bed, her hands reaching for him only to have him stretch them above her head.
“Stay!” The harsh growl was a warning, a command she obeyed instinctively as she watched him move to the small chest across from the bed. He jerked it open, retrieving the anal wand he had bought and stored there the day before, and the tube of lubrication lying beside it, before he pushed her thighs open and moved between them.
He didn’t give her time to catch her breath. No time to prepare, no hesitant licks or gentle kisses to her thighs. He dove into her pussy, his tongue parting the bare curves, his lips moving over her clit and proceeding to make her insane.
Her cry shattered the room as she arched to him. Her thighs fell apart as he pushed at them, his hands moving between her thighs before she felt him lifting her hips higher, shoving a pillow beneath them.
She thrashed beneath him as his tongue whipped over her cunt, licking, stroking, circling her clit and teasing her past bearing as she felt the anal wand pressing against the entrance to her ass.
“On my shoulders,” he growled, lifting her feet until they rested on his broad shoulders, leaving her completely open to him.
His mouth worked over her flesh with devastating results. He sucked at her clit, his tongue flickering until she tightened, so close to orgasm she could feel the ripples beginning in her womb.
He pulled back.
“No. Damn you…” she cried out raggedly, then her back arched, her hands gripping the wood rails of the headboard as she felt the anal wand sink past the first circular ball.
His tongue plunged inside her weeping pussy again, pumping erotically, erratically, sending her senses spinning as he licked at the tender walls. Her nerve endings clashed, blazed.
He pulled back.
“Slade…” she wailed his name, pleading.
The wand sank in several more degrees, stretching her further as the rounded balls it consisted of grew larger.
“Hot, sweet, little pussy,” he crooned, licking through the slit, tonguing the fold as he blew several warm
Her feet pressed into his shoulders as she lifted, fighting to press closer. His tongue began to rim the entrance to her vagina, flickering over the opening, lapping at the juices falling from her.
He was teasing her to death.
The wand slipped in further, sending fire streaking through her anus as it began to stretch wider, to send a startling mix of pleasure/pain rocketing through her. Her pussy spasmed as she cried out, her voice rough, strangled even to her own ears.
“How pretty.” He eased back, sinking the wand inside her one degree deeper as she jerked in his grip. “That sweet bare pussy is intoxicating, Jessie. All silky and slick.” He licked at the folds again, causing her to jerk with the pleasure. “We’re going to see how much of that wand you can take.” His smile was dark, sensual. “Then I’m going to fuck you, Jessie. I’m going to sink inside your pussy, and it’s going to be hotter, tighter, so fucking tight I’ll have to work in slow and easy…”
She was going to come from his words alone. She shuddered, crying out as the wand eased in by another notch. She lowered her hands, reaching for him.
“Put the hands back!” His voice was sharp, controlled.
Jessie jerked back, her fists balling in the comforter beneath her rather than the hard muscles of his arms.
“Good girl,” he crooned, his hand smoothing over the curve of her ass before he lifted it. A second later it descended again, arching her hips, sending fire racing through her ass.
She was lost in sensations that built, one upon the other, streaking through her nerve endings, blazing out of control as she fought the increasingly desperate need for orgasm. An orgasm he held just out of reach.
“Pretty baby,” he whispered, leaning forward to suck her clit into his mouth, to tongue it gently as she twisted in his hold. “There you go, baby. Just let it all feel good.”
She lost her breath as the wand sank in further, stretching her, burning her, as his head moved lower, his tongue plunging into her pussy. Her eyes widened, a gasp leaving her lips as she felt his tongue stretching her. The knobby extension in her rear was pressing into her pussy, making her tight, snug.
Slade chuckled, the sound one of dark hunger. “Oh yeah, sweetheart. I think we’re ready now.”
He crawled over her body, pausing at her breasts, his lips and tongue tormenting her hard nipples as the head of his cock brushed against her pussy. Breathing brokenly, her senses dazed, she moved against the heat and hardness pressing against her as the firm tugs of his mouth at her nipples sent agonizing pleasure streaking to her clit.
He stole her breath, moving from her breasts to her lips, his teeth tugging at the lower curve as he filled her vision.
“Ready, baby?” The flared, too-wide head of his cock pressed against the entrance to her cunt. The folds parted slowly before wrapping around the wide crest. He paused.
“Let me taste your kiss, Jessie. Give me your lips, baby,” he whispered.
She moaned brokenly, her head tossing against the mattress, her hips writhing beneath his as she opened her lips.
She could taste herself, a strangely sweet taste that clung to his lips, to his tongue as he kissed her with such gentleness she could feel it sinking into her heart.
“I love you, Jessie,” he whispered against her lips. “I love you more than life.”
She screamed, bucking against him, her hands clamping to his shoulders as he began to work his cock inside her. Fire, a blazing conflagration of sensation, pleasure/pain, heat and hardness working slow and easy inside her, shifting the wand embedded in her ass even as he filled her pussy.
“Oh God. Slade… Slade… More.” She was stretched on a rack of sensation, violent, intense, pushing her close, so close to orgasm her womb was rippling with it. So close but not yet.
He pushed inside her, retreated, thrusting deeper with each impalement until she was shaking, shuddering, so filled with him she was certain he had penetrated her soul.
“There, baby.” He was in her to the hilt, throbbing, hot, blistering her with passion and need. Lust was like a whirlwind inside her, spinning through her dazed senses as she whimpered, cried. “Here we go, darlin’.” He kissed her lips again, a slow benediction of feeling before his hips shifted and he began to move.
He began slow. Slow and easy, working inside her with each thrust as she strained closer to release. Within minutes he was moving faster, harder, testing the limits of her arousal, her pleasure, holding her on the edge, making her wait until her legs lifted further, wrapped his hips and she pleaded.
“Fuck me, Slade. Fuck me hard. And fast and deep…and… Oh. God.”
She was gone. There was no longer just Jessie. Her screams filled her head, or were they his, as he began to pound inside her, shuttling in and out, jackhammer strokes that pierced her senses and rocketed her to the stars.
Her orgasm was violent. It tore through her. It burned her. It shook every bone and muscle in her body. It shattered her mind, swept through her with the force of a cataclysm before hurling her into space. Stars exploded in front of her eyes, swept through her mind. It left her drifting in a haze of harsh, violent aftershocks. The feel of Slade shuddering above her, the heated pulse of his seed blasting inside her, triggered a bone-wracking tremor, a startled whimper, and then left her to drift back to earth in peace.
“I live for you, baby. Always…” he whispered at her ear, his voice hoarse, throbbing with pleasure and emotion and all the dreams she had ever held.
Her eyes drifted open, staring back at him as his lifted just enough to watch her.
“I live for you,” she whispered. “Always, Slade. Always and forever…”
Epilogue
One Year Later
Fireworks were exploding in the air, kids were running, jumping, screaming with all the exuberance of youth as laughter and revelry filled the riverbank clearing. In the middle of the throng of children, one little boy laughed mischievously, pulling at the pigtails of one of the older girls before scampering out of harm’s way. He might have pulled it off if the shorts he wore weren’t sliding down his rump.
But because they were, he paused, giving the teenager time to catch up with him, her fingers finding sensitive ribs and sending him into gales of laughter before the girl bussed him on the cheek with a big kiss and sent him on his way.
From beneath the awning of the RV, Jessie and Slade watched, laughing at Cody’s antics as Slade’s hands ran once again over Jessie’s still flat stomach. On his wide finger a band of gold glittered in the firelight, the mate to the one she wore with the simple diamond on her finger. She hadn’t wanted a larger diamond; Jessie wasn’t one for flash, and as much as Slade had wanted to buy the more expensive, flashier stones, he had gone with what he had known Jessie would like best.
She had cried. When he had gone to his knee in front of her, slipping the ring on her finger and whispering how much he loved her, she had cried. Which amazed Slade. He would have thought by then she would have been pretty damned certain she was the center of his life. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, keeping her naked as often as possible.
Not that she had given in to the idea of marriage easily. And she wouldn’t move in with him until they were married because of Cody. She had wanted them to have time, to give Cody time to get used to her, to accept her, not just as his daddy’s girlfriend or wife, but as his mother. With Glenna and Hank’s disavowal of the child, she had taken him as her own, sheltering him, guarding him at school like a mother hen. Clarissa Jennings hadn’t known what hit her the first time she had dared to speak sharply to the child while in the hallway, when Cody had followed the other children’s urging and asked her if she was his cousin.
Jessie had left her room as the woman waspishly replied that Cody had no cousins. The story had sped through the county. How Jessie had smiled coldly, gripped the other woman’s arm in a bruising grip, and hauled her off to her own office. The screaming match that ensued had been heard throughout the school. When Jessie left, she smiled politely to the wide-eyed parents in the office, told the secretary she and Cody would be leaving for the day for the superintendent’s office and then her lawyer’s office. After they collected Cody’s father.
No one would ever hurt Cody again, she made sure of it. She would be just as protective with all their children, Slade knew.
Cody glowed within the family atmosphere, something he had never known before. His laughter came more quickly, his solemn silences less often. Jessie had even convinced him to try swimming, with a sturdy lifejacket in place.
Slade’s fingers played over the softness of her belly, rubbing, stroking, loving the feel of life he imagined he could sense there. Their baby. Six months after their marriage and she was giving him one of the greatest gifts in the world. A family. Not just her love, her love and acceptance of Cody, her desire for more children, the nurturing, loving heart that filled their days with warmth.
“You’re too quiet,” she murmured, her hands laying over his as she leaned against him, her eagle eye following their son as he laughed and romped.
The adults on babysitting duty were in force, and amazingly adept at their job. Jessie took nothing for granted though. She watched their son, claiming it was the only way to be sure.
“Thinking about you.” He nuzzled her ear, tugging at it gently with his teeth, feeling the shiver that raced over her.
“You can’t kidnap me.” She laughed. “Cody will fight you for me.”
Slade grunted. If Jessie was possessive over that kid, then Cody was even more so over her. That was his mommy, he told anyone who listened. And they better be nice to his mommy or he would fight them. That included Slade. They couldn’t argue, Jessie always won. Simply because Cody stood in front of her, frowning fiercely, informing his father that his mommy was always right and daddies were just supposed to know that. Then he would hitch his always too big jeans on his bony hips like a little man and stalk away.
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