by Renee Jordan
Thomas's hands reached out and caressed my blonde hair. He groaned as I bobbed and sucked. I swirled my tongue and lashed his crown. I popped my mouth off over and over, loving the way he trembled as I pleased him.
His growls inspired me, urged me, and commanded me to make him come.
“Penny,” he growled as I swallowed him again. I sucked hard. His hand tightened in my hair.
I stroked his shaft harder, pumping both hands up and down his girth. His cock throbbed to the beat of his heart. I squeezed, feeling his pulse. His life. His passion for me. The room spun about me. An intoxication sweeter than alcohol flooded my mind.
Man-drunk.
I moaned about his dick, giving him a hummer. His muscles rippled as he shifted. His growls and grunts grew louder. He moaned my name over and over. My pussy clenched every time. A hot, burning heat gripped me. I needed to come, but I wanted to please my man first.
Then he would make me explode.
His hips shifted and bucked. He growls burst from his lips. He pumped his cock up and down, sliding it deeper into my mouth. I moaned at his power. My excitement swelling through me. I rubbed my thighs against my clit.
I trembled, watching him, ready for his explosion.
“Fuck,” he snarled, his jaw clenching. His body tensed. His grunts were so loud, exploding out of him. “Penny, fuck, you are wonderful. Amazing. Shit, that was good.”
His cock throbbed. I felt the pulse of come against my palm as he flooded my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut, savoring the thick spurts. Salt and passion filled my mouth. I swirled it around with my tongue before I swallowed the cream. It spilled down my throat, coating me with his seed. The bed creaked as he bucked. His snarls filled the air.
And then the final spurt flooded my mouth.
He sat up, grinning, hungry. “It's time for me to devour you.”
Chapter Three
Thomas moved faster than I thought. He sprang at me and seized me with his strong hands. I let out a laughing squeal as he spun me around. My blonde curls flew about my face and then I bounced on my bed. My large breasts heaved and jiggled as I brushed my hair from my eyes. Thomas growled and was on me.
“Oh, you naughty bear,” I moaned as he engulfed my large tits with his big hands.
He squeezed them, my nipples waving at the top of my mounds. He brought my breasts closer together as he leaned over me. I squirmed as his strong thumbs rubbed my fat nubs. He licked his lips as he prepared to feast.
“Yes,” I gasped as he engulfed my right nipple.
Warm, wet, sucking sensations caressed my nipple. I squirmed and moaned, soaking my thong. I shuddered on the bed, my back arching. My thighs brushed his cock. I trapped his throbbing shaft. He was half-hard, already recovering from my blowjob.
Such a virile beast.
My eyes fluttered as sensations rippled out of my breasts. He kissed and sucked my right nipple before popping off his lips. He turned his head and engulfed my other. My right nipple rubbed against his stubbled cheek as he sucked and nibbled on the left. My fingers ran through his short, black hair, entwining and clenching as I moaned.
“Thomas, yes.”
My nipples and pussy were connected. Everything I felt at the tips of my breasts shot down to my wet sex. I squirmed and moaned as his dick throbbed harder and harder between my thighs. I let out sweet sighs, my eyes rolling back into my head as I squirmed. His lips went back and forth between my nipples, loving them, playing with them.
The excitement of the dancing, his strength, and playing with his body crashed through me. My pussy spasmed. My orgasm washed through me. I gasped. I didn't know I could come solely from having my breasts played with.
“You stud,” I gasped. “Yes, yes, that's it. You wonderful, hunky stud. Oh, yes. Damn, you're amazing.”
His eyes flashed up at me as he kept nibbling and sucking. He didn't say a word, but I understood: I told you I would make you yell.
“Yes, you did,” I panted, squirming as the bliss pumped through my veins.
His fingers dug into my breasts as he pressed his face between my mounds. My sensitive skin rasped on his stubble as he rubbed his cheeks between them. He breathed in, savoring the scent. He licked around my tits, loving them, worshiping them.
Devouring them.
“Thomas,” I panted, my eyes fluttering again. “Oh, wow. Oh, yes. Mmm, I can't believe it.”
“Wait until I devour your honey.”
I moaned and shivered. “Please, please. I need it.”
He sucked on the skin of my breast. I marked his ass, so he returned the favor. I loved the hot, sucking, my flesh pulled into his mouth while his fingers rolled my nipples, building the excitement in my nethers.
And then he slid down again. He kissed and sucked across my stomach. Loud, passionate kisses, stirring such wonderful pleasure through me. I groaned and squirmed. My eyes fluttered as he went lower and lower while his hands—his wonderful, strong, rough hands—roamed my body. Everywhere they touched sent burning ripples across my body, stoking the inferno in my core.
He slid lower, kissing down to my pubic mound above my thong. His fingers hooked the thin fabric. He jerked. Cloth tore. With a savage snarl, he threw my panties away and stared down at my naked pussy.
I was exposed. I shuddered, a strange, virginal shyness washing through me. I wanted to clamp my thighs shut as he studied my shaved pussy. He stroked around my flesh. I shivered, my eyes squeezed shut, my hands covering my breasts.
“Thomas,” I moaned as his breath washed over my pussy, building my excitement. “Please.
“Eat me?”
His growl shot through me. My eyes widened. What was I doing? I wasn't a virgin. I lost that years ago in the back of a pickup truck in the middle of a corn field. I was a woman. I had nothing to be afraid of or ashamed of. I was a beautiful, sexy woman that took her pleasures when and how she attended them.
“Yes,” I moaned. My hands seized his hair and pulled his face down between my thighs.
His stubble rasped against my flesh. My eyes widened as he shifted around, rubbing his whiskers against my sensitive folds. The pleasure rippled through me. I moaned and shuddered as his tongue swiped through my folds.
Thomas devoured my honey.
He shoved his hands between my ass and the bed. His thick fingers squeezed me as he feasted on my flowing juices. He licked through my labia. His tongue brushed my clitoris. My toes and fingers clenched. I pulled on his hair, wishing it was longer so I could get a good grip.
“Fuck, Thomas,” I gasped. “Oh, wow. You're so bold. Mmm, yes. Get in there. Lick me. Please me.”
“Make you come again?”
“Make me come over and over!”
My stomach clenched. I rose on my elbows, humping against him as my body squirmed. The bliss rippling out of my pussy made me twitch and spasm. I couldn't sit still. I had to move, to show Thomas how wonderful he made me feel. I fell backwards, the bedsprings creaking, and humped my pussy against his hungry mouth.
“Oh, yes. Right there. Oh, Thomas. Damn, you know how to eat pussy. There must be a lot of happy women in Olson.”
“I only care about the happy woman right here,” he growled between licks.
“Good!”
His tongue speared into the depths of my pussy. He swirled it around, gathering my juices and teasing the insides of my sheath. His nose brushed my clit. I spasmed and humped against him. Pleasure built inside of me, spurred by every bit of him that touched me.
My hands seized my nipples. I pulled and stretched them, loving the added thrill as I undulated and moaned. The room spun about me. Drunk on him. On his mouth and tongue. A tremble raced through my body.
And then I exploded.
“Thomas!”
The neighbors had to hear my screams. I hoped Isabella next door stewed with jealousy as I came on Thomas's hungry mouth. His licking tongue sent the pleasure washing through me. It sparked through me, coming alive, bouncing off my flesh. I shu
ddered and heaved. It consumed me. I groaned and gasped over and over, screaming his name.
I kept coming.
He kept licking.
My toes curled. My thighs went over his shoulders. I spasmed, the heels of my feet rubbing across his muscular back. My fingers pinched my nipples. Orgasm after orgasm rippled through me. Kotie boasted Forest gave her such bliss.
I had been so jealous.
No longer.
I was heaving flesh and bliss. Rapture consumed me.
And then his lips lifted from my pussy. I lay in a daze, not understanding what was happening. And then he was atop me. The bed creaked as he settled his weight down, his arms on either side of me, his face hovering over mine while his cock nudged at my pussy.
His thick cock.
“Thomas,” I panted, wrapping my arms about his neck. I pulled him down and kissed him. I didn't care my juices anointed his lips. The tart musk added to my excitement as his cock nudged at my pussy.
He thrust.
I spread wide.
My pussy ached. I moaned into the kiss as my eyes squeezed shut. He was so thick. I had never taken a man with such girth. It hurt. A wonderful, burning ache, like the night I lost my virginity, only his cock added such hot, burning pleasure to the mix. He made me come over and over, relaxing my pussy, readying me for his dick.
I. Loved. Every. Inch.
I shuddered and heaved beneath him as he thrust deep into me. My pussy clung to him. Ripples of bliss radiated out through my body as I squirmed beneath him. I broke the kiss, sucking in moaning gasps as I shifted.
“Holy shit, Thomas. Fuck, you're huge. Oh, wow.”
His face contorted. He snarled, “So tight. God, Penny.”
“Uh-huh,” I groaned. “Mmm, fuck me. Slam this cock in and out of me.”
“Yes.”
My pussy rejoiced as he slid his dick in and out of my sheath. The friction burned pleasure through me. He drew back and slammed in, hard, powerful thrusts. I moaned into him as my fingernails bit into his back. Intense rapture rushed through my body. Stars danced above me.
My head lolled to the right, staring out the window. The stars winked at me. They celebrated my joy.
The pleasure moved my hips. An instinctive, rutting dance seized my body. I met his strokes. Our flesh smacked wonderfully hard together, the sound echoing through the room. I moaned louder, matching the intensity of his strokes as they stirred through me. My eyes rolled back into my head as I drank in the pleasure.
“Oh, god, Thomas. Oh, yes. Where have you been? I've lived here five years.”
“The next town over,” he grunted, his heavy balls smacking into my flesh.
“Damn, I need to go to Olson more often. I have been missing out.”
Our lips met in another kiss as my fingernails dug into his back. My clit ached, caressed by his pubic bone every time he buried into my depths. My pussy drank in the friction, mixing it with the sparks from my clit.
A new orgasm burst through me.
I screamed into his lips as I bucked and thrashed beneath him. I rode the waves of bliss as I heaved beneath him. I moaned into the kiss and clawed at his back. That only inspired him. My passion spurred him to fuck me faster. Harder.
Thomas held me tight. His muscular chest crushed me. I savored his weight. I was safe beneath him. Loved. My body bucked as my orgasm reached its peak. And his cock kept slamming into me, stirring me up, teasing me with passion.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I sighed, breaking the kiss. “Oh, Thomas, you stud. Damn, how many times will you make me come tonight?”
“As many as you can take,” he growled.
His hand found my breast. He squeezed it as his strokes grew faster. My excited pussy burst with bliss again. Another wonderful, trembling rush of pleasure washed through me. I heaved beneath him, my pussy spasming about his girth, drinking in the feel of his shaft.
He grunted and growled my name over and over. I kissed and nibbled at his neck as his strokes grew frantic. Frenzied. His snarls were almost the deep roars of a bear. His curly chest hairs rubbed on my nipples as he came closer and closer to erupting.
Thomas slammed his cock into me and roared as loud as I screamed when he ate my pussy. I savored the sound of his passion. I hoped Isabella heard him, too. And then the hot splash of his seed spilled into me.
I didn't come, but I savored the pleasure of accepting him. He buried into me, trembling atop me, the he collapsed on me, groaning and gasping. He held me tight as I nuzzled into his neck. I licked up to his ear.
“How long until you can go again?”
Thomas laughed.
Chapter Four
Sunlight woke me. It streamed through my window. I forgot to close the blinds last night. I groaned as I stretched. My body ached. I blinked and yawned, my arms reaching out. The bed was empty beside me. I smiled, memories of last night flooding through me.
So many orgasms.
Thomas had been a stud, but he must have slipped out while I slept. I didn't mind. We had a wild time. Maybe we would hook up again. He was an amazing lover. The best I ever had. In fact, I would make sure we hooked up again.
His scent lingered in the blankets, mixing with the musk of our lovemaking. A light breeze blew through my window. It was open, cutting down on the musk, keeping it from growing too strong. I shifted and sighed.
I was sticky and filthy.
I stumbled out of bed to my adjacent bathroom. I turned on the shower. While it warmed up, I relieved myself on the toilet. I yawned. I was so tired. After the shower, I should go back to bed. Once I closed the curtains.
I didn't have to work today. I could spend it all relaxing in bed, remembering Thomas. Shame Kotie was on her honeymoon. I would talk her ear off about Thomas.
Steam billowed out of the shower. I stumbled into it and let the water wash over me. I stood there for several minutes, almost dozing in the cocoon of warmth before I grabbed my body wash and lime-green loofah. I squirted the apple-scent soap into the sponge and lathered my curvy body.
Everywhere I touched brought memories of Thomas and his hands caressing and worshiping my body. I smiled, reliving last night, reveling in our lovemaking. I had to find him again. A man that good at cunnilingus had to be kept around.
I wrapped a towel about my wet hair when I finished showering. I dried off and walked naked into my bedroom. I yawned, eager to get back to sleep. Thomas and I had made love for several hours last night. It was well past midnight when I fell asleep.
And it was too early to be—
A clatter came from my kitchen, cutting through my sleepy mind. Someone was in my house. My tattoo came to life, tingling between my breasts as I readied my magic. Who was in my house? I marched out, pulling on a pink robe. If someone broke in, I would teach them a lesson.
I was not a witch to be messed with.
“Who the fuck is...” My eyes widened as I stared into my kitchen. It was open to my living room, only separated by a counter. Thomas stood naked in the center before my stove, his muscular ass pointed right at me as he cooked.
“Morning,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at me. His eyes were light-blue again. A grin curled his lips. “Breakfast is almost ready. Hash browns, scrambled eggs, and bacon.”
I inhaled the savory scent. “Thomas?”
“Who did you think it would be?” he asked with a rumbling laugh.
“Well, usually my one-night stands take off in the morning. They don't cook me breakfast.”
“You need to date a better quality of men,” he answered as he moved the skillet from the stove and scooped the food out onto a pair plates. “The least they could do is cook you breakfast after a night like that. Hungry?”
“Famished,” I nodded, a loud rumble rising from my stomach. “But...you're cooking.”
“And?” he turned around, his muscles rippling. “I'm a bear, Penny. We take care of our women, and they take care of us.”
I blushed as he walked to my small table
at the end of the kitchen and set the plates on the table. They steamed, the scents beckoning me. I moved to the table, glancing at his naked body. In the bright light of day he was even larger, burlier.
Damn, he was gorgeous.
I sat down and he sat across from me. I squirmed on the chair. I did not understand what to do. I should say something. Something flirty and interesting. What? I stared down at my plate. Yellow, fluffy eggs bordered the steamy hash browns with two strips of bacon on the side. His plate had more food.
“So...” I said, looking for a fork. Flirty and interesting. Find the words. Where was the fork? “Um...?”
“Right, utensils.” He shook his head as he stood.
“Drawer left of the sink,” I said as he entered my kitchen. I needed to think of something to say.
It was hard when I stared at that ass.
Thomas returned with a pair of forks. His fingers brushed mine as I took it. I shuddered and looked down at my plate. I took a deep breath. “Smells good.”
I winced. Smells good? What a stupid thing to say.
“Thanks,” Thomas nodded. “When you're a bachelor, if you don't learn how to cook, you'll only eat boxed dinners or fast food. No one needs that crap.”
“Uh-huh.” I nodded. I hoped he didn't find the tuna helper in my kitchen cabinet. “So, you're a cop. That must be...um...” Fun? Exciting? Dangerous?
“Boring,” he answered with a snort. “Lots of paperwork. Lots of interviewing people. Some days, it seems like I speak to the same twenty assholes.”
“Oh,” I said. “Well, it's rewarding work. You get to help people.”
“Sometimes.” He took a large bite of his eggs. “I work in the criminal investigations.”
“You're a detective.”
“Basically. We don't use that title, but any crime in Olson lands on my desk. Usually, it's vandalism or theft. Sometimes there's a fight or worse, but that's rare.”
“Well, that's important,” I said. I needed something to talk about. What? Work mind and come up with something. Anything.
A phone rang from my bedroom. Not mine, his. How did I miss his clothes lying on my bedroom floor?
