by Amy Davies
When I turn back to her, I see the lust in her eyes as she licks her lips.
“You want me, baby?” I ask, as I reach for the back of my t-shirt and pull it off my body, dropping it on the floor. I empty my pockets of my wallet, keys and phone, and put them on her vanity.
“Yes,” is all she says. I grin down at her as I strip out of the rest of my clothes, Farrah watching my every move. Her eyes on me makes my desire for her skyrocket. She’s sexy as fuck, especially with the way she’s looking at me right now. And she’s all mine.
“Strip for me,” I tell her. I watch as she slides off the bed and stands before me, removing her maxi dress and letting it fall to the floor. She stands before me in a black lace strapless bra and thong set, and my cock goes wild.
With a little wiggle, the bra is flung over her head and the thong is meeting her dress on the floor. A groan escapes my lips when she steps closer and drops to her knees, looking up at me with those big blue eyes, her rosy pink lips posed open, ready to take my cock inside of her mouth.
“Do it,” I grind out. She doesn’t keep me waiting. Gripping my dick in one hand, she feeds me into her mouth.
The first touch has my body shivering. One swipe of her hot, wet tongue up the side of my shaft has me ready to shoot my load all over her beautiful face. Reaching out, I pull the clip from her hair and watch as it falls around her shoulders. I grip her hair and hold her to me.
With her gaze locked on mine, I stand watch as she licks my cock like a popsicle. The tip of her tongue tickles the underside of the head, and my balls tighten, as does my hand in her hair. Farrah groans at the act, showing me she likes what I’m doing. No words pass between us, just the sounds of our pleasure as she continues to suck me off.
Farrah brings her hands up and rests them on my thighs as she carries on her assault on my dick. Now with two of my hands on her head, I guide her up and down my cock, making her take me further and further into her throat until she gags, then I pull back before sliding back in.
Panting, I hold her head still as I start to fuck her mouth with vigor, but not enough to hurt her or make her uncomfortable. I want my woman to enjoy this as much as me, which I believe she is.
Farrah pulls back from my cock, and her saliva dribbles from the top of my cock onto her chest. She gives me a wicked smile as she brings her hands up and cups her tits, pushing them together around my dick. I smirk down at her.
“Fuck, baby, you’re perfect.”
I rock my hips forward, fucking her tits. I moan. She moans. The sound of her enjoying doing this to me has my cock leaking pre-cum all over her skin. With her wicked smile still plastering her face, I lean down to kiss her, dislodging my dick her from tits.
My mouth devours her, my tongue ravishes hers and strokes every inch inside her mouth. I pull her to her feet and lead her back to the bed, where I lay her down and pull her legs apart.
I lie down between her toned thighs and revel in the sight before me. My usual next action would be to take a photo and send it to the boys via Snatch-Chat, but I know that would ruin everything that I want with Farrah. I can see why Magnum and Opal left the group now—hell, even Rookie, Sarge and Edge don’t use it anymore. That fucker has run its course.
Farrah is shaved, just the way I like it; nothing getting tangled in my teeth when I eat out. I want clean, shaved pussy, not pussy with added bush. Her pussy lips are swollen with need, rosy pink and wet with arousal.
I dive straight in, getting my fill before I fill her juicy pussy with my cock. Farrah mewls from above me, but I keep going, holding her legs open as she tries to clamp them around my head. With my hands in place and my tongue doing its job, Farrah’s pussy dribbles with need for me, and that strokes my ego quite well. I love it when a woman oozes her need or screams. I love a good creaming. Farrah gushes juice that will please any man.
“Oh, God, Slide,” she pants out, gripping my head, holding me to her.
Like I would ever stop.
“I need you to come in my mouth, baby. Give me those juices I fucking need.” Pulling back, I slide two fingers into her sopping wet pussy, watching her asshole pucker. Bringing my other hand to her pussy, I use my thumb and add pressure to her asshole, then listen to her cry out in pleasure.
I move in and swirl my tongue around her throbbing clit. Wrapping my lips around it, I suck in time with my fingers fucking her, bringing her to orgasm. I want her screaming my name, letting every fucker know that she’s mine.
“Come for me, baby. NOW,” I demand against her pussy, and she listens. In seconds, her body locks up, and she cries out my name.
Her thighs clamp around my head, but I keep going, drawing out her climax. Pulling my fingers out of her pulsing pussy, I push her legs apart, keeping my mouth on her until her body goes lax above me. Looking up at her, I see her eyes are closed, her face a relaxed mask, her smile lazy. I fucking love that look.
Kissing her pussy one last time, I savor in the scent of her, before I move up her body. Kissing a path up her flat stomach, I pay attention to the caesarean scar. That scar is a slice of pride that all mothers should wear when they bring a child into the world.
I kiss up her ribs, then suck, lick, and nibble at each of her pink nipples, which are hard and pointing at me, calling out to me to play with them. Her back arches off the bed when I bite down on her left nipple.
“Oh, shit,” she pants out. I smirk against her tit then move my kisses up her to her neck, sucking on the skin just beneath her ear. Her body shivers under my touch. I move my mouth up so I can speak into her ear.
“You like my mouth on you?” I ask, and she nods.
“You want my cock in that sweet as honey pussy, claiming it again and again? You want your pussy to strangle my cock, keeping him all to herself?” My words are not only for my cock and her pussy, and I think she knows that when she speaks.
“I want it all, Ryan. Every inch of you; inside and out. Every beating pulse of you.” Pulling my head back, I look down at her and smile.
“Is that your way of telling me you love me, sunshine?” I grin at her, and she gives me the most beautiful smile ever known to man.
“Maybe,” she replies, and I move in to take her lips in a heated kiss that will stay with her for all of time.
“I love you too, Farrah.”
“I love you, Ryan.”
Resting my body on hers, I kiss her, pouring everything into that one kiss before I fuck everything into her too.
Seventeen
Farrah
My heart is beating erratically at Slide telling me he loves me. His lips are sealed to mine, devouring and soul searching all in one. His tongue dominates my mouth, and his body’s weight is on mine in the way I love, and he knows that. He shifts to the side and brings a hand up to my breast, massaging it then tweaking the nipple.
My legs tighten around his hips, keeping him where I want him. I could lay like this for hours with him. He fits perfectly against me. His hard shaft is resting against my body, but I want him inside of me.
“I need you in me, Slide. Slide in, handsome. I’m ready,” I say, as my back arches from my nipple being pulled.
My pussy is throbbing for him to fill me and make me come. He cups my jaw, tilting my head to force me to look him in the eyes. The heat I see is overwhelming, and it makes me want him more.
“I need you, baby,” I tell him. At the sound of the endearment, Slide growls and slams into me. I cry out his name, and he hisses at the action.
I’m surprised when he doesn’t pull out and slam back in. Instead he looks at me, again cupping my jaw, holding my gaze has he slowly pulls out and slides back in, taking his time. My hands find his back and stay there, holding him to me as he makes love to me.
His hips move at a slow pace, grinding down, his pubic bone hitting my clit on every thrust in. We both pant and breathe each other in, our souls merging with each touch we make.
“Oh, yes,” I pant. “Don’t stop, Slide,” I cry out. M
y palms are flattened on his back, moving down to his hips and holding him to me.
“Jesus, fuck, sunshine, you feel so good,” he announces close to my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
I haven’t been with many men in my life, but Slide has made me feel things no other man has, even Chris. Slide makes me feel beautiful, sexy, like I’m his last meal.
Beneath my palms, I can feel his muscles move under his skin. They bunch and tighten the closer he gets to his climax. His mouth latches onto the skin where my neck meets my shoulder, and he sucks, making me cry out, before he soothes it with his tongue.
With us both panting and enjoying the act between us, we’re both sweating, and usually I would hate that, but with Slide it feels strangely intimate and sexy.
“Get there, baby. I’m going to blow,” his husky voice rasps, and I shudder.
“Shit,” I gasp when Slide pulls back and moves his hand to my pussy. He strums my clit once, twice, and I explode.
Bright lights flash behind my closed eyes, and my screams fill the room right alongside his growls as his climax hits, setting off another wave inside of me. I gasp, and my eyes widen when he pulls his head back and looks down at me as his climax pumps into me.
His bright blue eyes are brighter, and wide as he takes me in as I do him. The love that flows through us is something I have never felt before, and I don’t think I ever will again, not with anyone else.
It’s soul-keeping, heart-holding, pure love.
Sweat covers his handsome face, and his cheeks are flushed red. I have to say, it’s a good look on him. Bringing my hands up his back, I graze them over his shoulders, then his jaw, all without breaking our eye contact.
“You make me feel alive, you make me feel sexy and beautiful, but overall, Ryan Stern, you make me feel loved,” I tell him truthfully.
His eyes go from wild to soft in a flash, and he leans down to kiss me. It starts out as soft, gentle kisses, but it soon turns heated. His cock is still buried inside of me, and I can feel him start to harden again. Breaking the kiss, I give him a sweet smile, which he returns.
“Already?” I quirk an eyebrow at him. He hardens inside of me, so I clench my inner muscles, making him moan.
“Baby, I’m always ready to fuck you. My cock knows when you’re in the same vicinity as him. He wants you twenty-four-seven.”
At that moment, my stomach growls, and we both burst out laughing. Slide kisses me quickly and pulls out, making me miss him instantly. I watch as he struts over to the door and looks back at me over his shoulder.
“Come on, I need to feed my woman.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me, and I giggle, before climbing out of bed and noticing how every muscle aches. Slipping on the t-shirt he wore over here, I bring it to my nose and take in his scent. The shirt has a Rugged Skulls club logo on the front.
I walk out of my room and find Slide in my kitchen naked as the day he was born. His firm ass is tanned, and I’m surprised that he has no tan lines.
“Sit,” he tells me, pointing to the kitchen table.
“No tan lines?” I ask, running my eyes over his body. I lick my lips when he turns to walk over to the fridge and pulls out a box of already cooked chickpeas, salad, the BBQ sauce, and the dairy-free yogurt. I watch in complete amazement as Slide makes us some roasted chickpea wraps for lunch.
I smile as I watch him make me a vegan meal. The feeling that he remembered makes my heart warm for him even more. I get so lost in my thoughts of him and his naked self in my kitchen that I miss him putting a bottle of water in front of me. Blinking, I look at him, and he smirks before swooping in to kiss my lips.
“Slide, there’s chicken and bacon in there. You can add to that. I don’t mind. Just because I’m vegan, I don’t expect everyone around me to be,” I explain.
“I know, babe, it’s all good,” he says, reaching for the chicken and smiling at me.
“I knew you couldn’t turn down some meat,” I joke with him, and he laughs.
“Oh, baby, I have plenty of meat that you can suck on.” He grips his bare cock in his hand and pumps it a few times.
My mouth waters at the sight of him stroking his own dick, but his chuckles pull my gaze away, and he turns his back to me and carries on making our lunch. Don’t get me wrong, I love his dick, but damn, this man has a fine, tight ass. You could bounce a coin off it.
“How about we eat out back? It’s beautiful day,” I say to him, and he nods.
“Yeah, babe. Let me go and put some clothes on.” I nod and carry our plates outside and place them on the table. I curl up on one of the chairs, as Slide walks through the door with drinks in hand.
“Tell me about Farrah. Teen Farrah, college Farrah,” Slide asks. I chuckle and sit back in my seat, swallowing my food.
“I was a hippy kid. My family are hippies. I was always the laid-back girl, but with a sensible head, ya know. I knew how to have a good time but still hit my grades. My parents brought us up to have a good head on our shoulders and not to smoke too much between the years.” I laugh, and so does Slide.
“I would have loved to have met you when you were younger. I bet you were a spitfire,” he jokes, and I nod.
“You got that right. I believed I was right about everything. Even my teachers would get pissed at me. But hey, it wasn’t my fault I was smarter than them.” I wink.
“I was a little shit in school. My parents come from money, so I came from money, but they made us work for everything we wanted. Mom and Dad are awesome, so is my brother, Cory. He lives in Texas. My parents are the no filter type, ya know. For my thirteenth birthday, they bought me condoms and told me to be careful, because they were too young to be grandparents. Now they won’t shut up about me settling down,” he tells me. I can’t keep the smile off my face as I listen to him talk about his family, because they sound like mine.
“Same with my family. My mom likes to tell me what positions will get me pregnant when the time is right to have another baby. She even tells me new sex techniques to please a man.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him, and that grabs his attention.
“Oh really?” He grins back at me.
“Oh, yeah. For example, I know that most men love a bit of anal,” I explain, and his eyes go wide.
“Yeah. No, not going to happen. You are not touching ass at all, woman. No way in hell. I will say that until the cows come home. Until hell freezes over and then some. You are not touching my ass,” he rushes to tell me, and I can’t stop the laugh that bubbles up.
He gives me a look that says he’s serious, and I laugh harder. I suck in a deep breath and take a sip of my water, then bring my gaze back to Slide, who is smiling at me.
“Finish up. I need you to have sustenance for what I plan on doing to you.” He winks at me and goes back to eating his lunch.
“Pervert,” I say, but I do as he says. I finish eating, and before I have even swallowed the last bite, Slide is up and out of his chair, lifting me into his arms and carrying me back to my bedroom.
With me still in his arms, he sits on the bed, his back to the headboard, and maneuvers me so I’m straddling his bare thighs. In a swift move, he tugs the t-shirt off my body, and my nipples react to the sudden movement. My breasts become heavy, and my pussy pulses with need.
I rise to my knees, keeping our gazes locked. “Put it in me,” I tell him.
He licks his lips, and his nostrils flare, but he grips his cock and lines it up at my entrance before helping me slide down his shaft until he bottoms out.
“Oh. Yes,” I cry out as Slide hisses.
I move my hands to his shoulders, loving how his skin feels under my fingertips. With his hands on my hips, he guides me to rock back and forth on his shaft. He hits places inside of me that I never knew existed.
My body buzzes with desire and need for this man. My breasts bounce with every thrust, and Slide takes advantage of that. He grips each one in his large hands, massaging them and pulling on my nipples, which he knows I love.
/> Needing more, I lean back, resting my hands on his thighs, my hips cantering faster and faster, needing more and more of him. With my head back, I take in the feel of him inside of me; the feel of him slipping in and out so easily because I am so fucking turned on.
“Oh, fuck, baby, that feels good. Milk my cock, suck it the fuck dry.” His hands trace my body, stopping when they reach my pussy.
He uses his thumbs to part my pussy lips, and moans loudly. I lick my dry lips as I bring my head forward to look down at him, my hands still on his thighs as he runs his thumb over my throbbing clit.
Our gazes lock, and I can feel the chemistry flowing between us. He was right, the sex between us is explosive and way hotter than I have ever experienced. With my body buzzing, my breathing heavily laced with panting, I can’t help but want more from this man. Mind and body.
“I’m close, Slide. Come with me,” I pant out, my skin heating, my breathing hot and heavy.
“Fuck, yeah, baby. Come for me. I’m almost there.” He bucks his hips up to meet my movements and adds pressure to my clit, and I go off like a skyrocket, screaming out his name.
My climax bolts through every nerve ending in my body as Slide keeps fucking me, chasing his own climax. He grunts and moans as he reaches his peak. He fills my pussy up with his cum as he bellows out my name, like it’s the most powerful orgasm he’s ever had.
My body goes boneless as I collapse onto his chest, and he wraps his arms around me. Our slick bodies stick together, but oddly isn’t doesn’t turn me off. The smell of him excites me more.
“Fuck,” Slide mutters near my ear.
“Yeah,” is all I can manage to say between pulling in deep breaths.
Slide wraps his arms around me, holding me close to his body, my chest smushed against his. We stay like that for a time before I hear his soft snores. I chuckle, then kiss his neck before letting out a satisfied sigh and falling to sleep with him still inside of me.
Eighteen
