by Callie Croix
But instead of kissing a path down her belly to her needy pussy, Dillon sat up and undid his jeans. The zipper made a rasping sound as he drew the tab down, and she craned her head up to see the thick length of flesh he released. She bit back a moan at the sight of his cock, all hard and swollen, the head wide and flushed. More than anything she wanted to crawl over and take him in her mouth. Taste him, make him writhe.
One side of his mouth quirked once he finished stripping off his pants and underwear and turned back to her. He fisted his cock, his thumb resting beneath the flared head. So damn hot. “Like watching me, sweetness?”
Oh, God. “Yes.” That breathy admission didn’t even sound like her. But Jesus, he was so sexy like that, completely comfortable with his nakedness and unapologetic about taking charge of his pleasure.
Her starving gaze riveted on the length of dark flesh in his hand. He dragged his fist up the shaft slowly, stroking all the way to the flared tip before following it down to the base. Her mouth watered. Her hands pulled at the chains holding her captive. She shifted restlessly, trying to ignore the desperate pulse between her splayed thighs. “I want—”
“To suck my cock.”
She nodded, not caring how bright she was blushing. She was so turned on right now. The thought of sucking him off made her bite back a moan. She’d wanted to do it last night, but never got the chance.
His hand made another pass over the straining shaft, pausing to caress the sensitive head as he stared at her with glowing eyes. A low growl slipped from his throat. “God, you’re so fucking sexy spread out for me like that.” He shifted on the bed, settling on his knees beside her head. Immediately, she turned her face toward him, craving the taste of him. Wanting him in her mouth. With one hand holding his cock steady, he slipped the other beneath the back of her head to steady her and brought the swollen tip to her lips.
The melting heat in her pussy grew even worse as she stared up into his eyes and slowly licked the taut head. Dillon’s eyes heated, the hunger there transforming into a raging inferno. He stayed absolutely still as he cradled her head in his palm and offered his cock, the only other signs of arousal the glitter in his eyes and the flaring of his nostrils. He didn’t push his way in or demand she take him deeper—he merely supported her head and allowed her to take him as she wished. Dying for a better taste, wanting to rattle his iron control, Charissa parted her lips and took him into her mouth.
Dillon groaned softly and caressed her scalp as he stared at his cock entering her mouth. She sucked slowly, drawing the moment out, savoring the hot salty flavor of him. Loving how hard he was and the gentle way he held her head. Her tongue swirled at the underside of the wide crown, her lips giving him firm but tender suction, showing him exactly how much she loved going down on him.
“Damn that feels good,” he murmured, fingers still stroking the back of her head. His grip was possessive, demanding, but so gentle and sexy it made her shiver. “I love watching you suck me off with that soft little mouth.” His erotic words sent a dark thrill through her, and she moaned in protest when he firmed his grip on her head and slowly withdrew his cock out of range.
Reaching down to play idly with her tender nipples, he gave her a wicked smile. “My turn. Better hold on tight to something,” he warned softly. “I’m going to tongue your sweet little pussy until you beg me to fuck you.”
Her heart tripped as he moved down to settle between her open legs. Self-consciousness washed through her, but closing her eyes helped ease the worst of it. Besides, he acted as though he truly wanted to go down on her. Like he couldn’t wait to taste her in return. It made her even hotter.
Every muscle drew taut in anticipation as his lips and tongue drew a torturous path down her belly to her navel, pausing to dip inside before bypassing her needy pussy to tease her inner thighs. Charissa bit back a moan and tried to relax, but it was impossible. She was so wet. He had to see it, smell it. Her face heated. She concentrated on breathing in and out while his fingers toyed with the carefully trimmed patch of hair covering her mound. When his tongue licked at the same spot, she gasped and held her breath. The pulse in her clit was almost unbearable now. She needed relief, needed him to ease the empty ache in her pussy.
She sucked in a sharp breath when he pressed an open-mouth kiss to the top of her mound, just above her clit. Charissa bit her lip and tried to stay calm as his fingers explored her slick, tender folds, making the tingling in her clit worse. Softly, carefully he stroked and prepared her, built the sensations higher, just as he had the night before.
Within moments, she was twisting against the restraints and moaning, unable to hold back the soft cries. This was even better than she’d imagined it would be. No one had ever focused on her pleasure to this extent before. Dillon was so selfless and attentive. It wasn’t sex. He was making love to her. The knowledge made her heart turn over.
She thought she heard a low chuckle as his lips and tongue followed the same route, and then finally, finally his tongue slid over her clit. A sharp cry exploded from her and her hips bucked in helpless response as she tried to ride his tongue. Strong hands closed around her upper thighs, holding her immobile as his diabolical tongue licked all around her straining bud, giving it soft little flicks as he drove her to the point of madness.
Need tore through her. A physical ache so strong she could hardly bear it. Almost there. She just needed his fingers in her as he licked her, and she’d explode. But he didn’t give it to her. He simply lapped and caressed her exquisitely sensitive flesh until she thought she’d die.
“Oh God, Dillon, your tongue feels so good,” she moaned, uncaring what she looked like, only aware of the desperate, burning ache in her pussy. “More, please more.” She wanted to come. Needed to.
Dillon groaned against her clit and began to lick it in earnest. Tender, languid strokes on the most sensitive point of the trembling knot of nerves, demonstrating his formidable experience and that he knew exactly how to please a woman. Flames raced over her skin. He licked and swirled around the ultra-sensitive bud while the pleasure built relentlessly inside her.
She could feel the intense orgasm looming, sensed it hovering just beyond her reach. There was just enough give in the lengths of chain at her wrists to allow her to turn her hands over. Her fingers curled into the bedding as she writhed and whispered his name, desperate for relief.
Ignoring her broken pleas, Dillon dragged his tongue through her saturated folds, pausing to thrust into her spasming pussy a few times before eventually gliding back up to the swollen knot at the top of her slit.
She was shaking, begging when he finally plunged a finger into her depths. Her inner muscles clamped around him, and she groaned at the feel of him rubbing against the glowing ache inside. The pleasure of his tongue magnified somehow, the tension winding tighter and tighter until she wanted to scream. Then his finger withdrew.
Her eyes snapped open in shock. She gasped and raised her head to protest, but he stared back at her up the length of her body with those hungry blue eyes and gently sucked her clit into his mouth. A high cry tore from her, and her hips pushed against him, her limbs straining against the restraints as she fought to get closer to his tongue. Only a little more. Only a little more, and she’d shatter against his mouth.
His lips and tongue tormented her clit as his hand slid lower, past her slick opening down between her buttocks. She only had a second to tense before his lubricated fingertips drew over the sensitive puckered rosette.
Her body jerked, but even as her mind rebelled at what he was doing, a curious new heat began to bloom. Her throbbing pussy clenched as his tongue dragged over her clit at the same time he rubbed against her forbidden opening. A delicious tremor ran through her. She’d never liked being touched there before, but she was so desperately aroused and the experienced way he stroked her felt incredible.
“Feel good?” he whispered against her aching flesh, those naughty fingers caressing more firmly.
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p; Unable to speak, she nodded and dropped her head back, letting him do as he wished. Her hips wriggled, wanting closer to those teasing fingertips against her tender entrance as he took her closer and closer to madness with his tongue. When she was on the verge of begging to be fucked, he groaned softly and sat back on his heels. She whimpered in disappointment, her wrists struggling against the cuffs. Murmuring something to her, Dillon reached into his bedside table to withdraw a condom and sheathed himself before settling between her thighs. She almost sobbed in relief.
Her whole body throbbed, needing to feel the thick length of his cock sliding inside her. Taking her. Claiming her as his. She was his now, and after this, some part of her always would be. It should have worried her, but she was too far gone with pleasure and need to think about it.
Dillon stretched out across her body to kiss her, hands planted on either side of her head as he hovered over her protectively. Charissa moaned and arched as much as she could, wanting to feel his weight, his warmth. She tasted her juices on his lips, the tangy-sweet flavor of a passion she’d never thought to experience. He braced above her, cherishing her with his kiss, his big body rocking against her as he began to slide the hot length of his cock over the swollen lips of her pussy. Too much. She couldn’t handle any more.
Fighting to ignore the vulnerability that made her throat tighten, she broke down and begged.
“Please, Dillon,” she whimpered. “Don’t make me wait any more.”
The stark desperation in her voice tied Dillon in knots. Stretched out helpless beneath him, her limbs anchored to the bed, her body trembling like that... Christ, she was sexier than even the most vivid fantasy he’d ever had of her.
But he was riding a fine line here. This was all about building trust. If he pushed her too far, if he broke that fragile bond, he’d ruin everything. He wanted to make her feel the most pleasure possible, but he craved her belief in him the most. He needed to bind her to him in this most elemental way and make her see that they were meant to be together.
Allowing himself to savor the moment of her surrender for just a few seconds more, he eased back to rake his gaze down the length of her luscious body. Her muscles vibrated with the strain of being denied a climax, her full breasts quivered. Her nipples were flushed and hard, tempting him to take another taste. And her pussy...fuck, those slick pink folds all swollen and ready for his cock, that hard little clit swollen with the need to come. He could lose it just staring at her like this.
“Dillon...” She strained against the chains, the links making a delicate little chime over the sound of her panting breaths, her soft mewls of need.
So ready for him. So desperate for him. He met her dazed eyes, stroked a lock of hair back from her flushed cheek. Jesus she was beautiful. “You want me inside you, sweetness?” His cock pulsed in agony at the thought of driving into her.
Her eyes were glazed with passion, the pupils dilated. “Yes, please, I need you.”
The tremor in her voice made him ache. “I’m going to make it so good, baby,” he promised, bending to steal one last kiss, plunging his tongue into the damp heat of her mouth before he eased back. Holding her gaze, he gripped his cock and positioned the head against her slick opening. She gasped and tensed, as though bracing for him to plunge into her. He didn’t.
The muscles in his hips contracted as he eased forward slowly, inexorably filling her tight sheath. Charissa let out a throaty moan and arched her back, the walls of her pussy clamping around his shaft with a pressure so delicious it wrenched a hard groan from him. Pausing a moment to let her adjust to the fullness, Dillon inhaled a deep breath.
Weight braced on one forearm, he reached down to skim a ripe nipple, making her suck in a breath before he slid lower to the slick knot of her clit. Fighting for control, he rocked forward, fucking her nice and slow while his thumb caressed her hard little button. A long, tortured moan escaped her, and her head tipped back, her expression full of erotic agony. So good. So damn good he was ready to explode.
“Tell me what you want,” he rasped, knowing she needed more. He kept his rhythm steady, glorying in the way she writhed and twisted in his arms. That she wasn’t afraid of surrendering to him anymore. “Say it.”
“Fuck me harder,” she begged hoarsely, eyes squeezed shut, her head tossing back and forth on the pillow.
The words, the desperation in her voice drove his hunger higher. Dillon thrust deeper, faster, keeping the motion of his thumb slow and gentle against her fragile clit. Two more thrusts, and she choked out his name as she came. Her pussy contracted around his cock in strong waves as she bucked her hips, taking everything he had to give. Gritting his teeth, he focused on her pleasure and made sure she enjoyed every last second of the orgasm.
When the pulses faded and she sagged limply against the mattress, Dillon groaned and fought back the need to come as he let her recover. Breathing hard, still buried deep inside her, he forced himself to withdraw from her warmth to unhook her legs, then her wrists. The moment she was free, he moved back up her body and slid deep inside her again.
With a soft whimper that turned him inside out, Charissa immediately wound her arms and legs around him, holding him close in the cradle of her body. Her face turned into his hair as she clung to him, little tremors still wracking her muscles.
Dillon closed his eyes and breathed in the addictive scent of her skin, knowing he’d never get enough. He was humbled beyond words by the trust she’d yielded to him. Damn, he’d love to hold her like this every night when they went to bed. Have her smile and her bright personality light up his days, her soft heart and sexy body ease the relentless sexual need she created in him.
Content to hold her for the time being, he slid his arms beneath her and gave her his weight, anchoring her to the bed. A deep sigh escaped her lips, then she tiredly kissed his temple.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
“Mmm hmm,” she murmured, her body growing pliant beneath him. When she settled her palm against the side of his face, he lifted his head to look at her. She rolled her hips against his, lodging his aching cock deeper inside her. He growled and grabbed her hip to hold her still. A little frown creased her forehead. “You didn’t come.”
He hid a smile at her confusion and kissed her. “Not yet.” Damn, just kissing her was enough to make his cock throb. Her lips parted for the stroke of his tongue, and she met each caress with a languid hunger that shook him.
“I want to make you come,” she whispered against his mouth, arching her back to rub her breasts against his chest. So hot, so ready for more.
“Maybe I’ll let you,” he whispered back. “Eventually.” But first he wanted to make her melt, show her yet again how good they were together. He’d keep reinforcing that message for as long as he could and hope to hell it stuck with her. Because she was it for him. He’d tell her that right now, except he wasn’t sure she trusted him enough yet to believe it.
Grinning at her surprised expression, he gripped her hips. “Hold on.” When her fingers closed around his shoulders, he rolled them over so that she straddled him. Before she could move, he set a hand between her shoulder blades to hold her still and keep her from sitting up.
She wriggled against him. “What—”
“Shh.” He cuddled her close, enjoying the feel of her draped over him while her hot pussy squeezed his painfully hard dick. Her skin was like warm satin, silky smooth beneath his wandering hands. “I love holding you.”
She made a little humming sound and kissed the side of his neck, flicked her tongue against him. Dillon smiled and gave her a squeeze before drawing her upright. Her cheeks were flushed, her long dark auburn hair tangled and mussed around her shoulders, spilling over her breasts. The hungry glow in her eyes made his cock twitch.
As he watched, a slow, sly smile spread across her face. She squeezed her pussy muscles around him, milking him gently. Liked that, did she? He smothered a laugh and gripped the curves of her ass to still her. She
might think she had the upper hand right now, but she’d realize the truth soon enough.
Straddling his hips, Charissa settled fully onto Dillon’s thick cock with a sigh of pure enjoyment. He was so hot inside her, so hard as he stretched the tender walls of her pussy. Her body was relaxed from the incredible orgasm he’d given her, but already she wanted more. The man was so unbelievably sexy, laid out beneath her like an erotic buffet. She wanted to tease him, ride him until he was the one writhing and begging to come. The thought made her smile.
Dillon’s eyes glittered hungrily as he stared up at her, his hands holding her hips steady. The desire began to build again, a heavy throb in her sex, in her nipples. He shifted beneath her, his erection bumping against the sensitive spot inside her pussy and making her gasp. With a smug smile, he leaned up to take a nipple in his mouth, his big hands cupping her breasts, lifting them. Charissa moaned and let her head fall back as her hands crept up to thread into his soft hair. He sucked at the tender tip slowly, igniting nerve endings that only moments ago she’d thought were satisfied.
“I love how you do that,” she breathed, holding him to her breast, wishing he’d never stop.
He growled against her sensitive flesh and proceeded to kill her with pleasure. He licked and tugged at her nipples, sending sensation straight to her clit. The heat built inside her until she couldn’t stay still. Her hips began to sway instinctively, trying to find relief from the growing ache inside. Sighing at the feel of him stretching and stroking her pussy, she planted her hands on his hard pectorals. He let her ride him, which surprised her, but even on the bottom, Dillon didn’t look the least bit submissive. She loved that about him.
His eyes glowed with sheer male hunger as he stared up at her, his mouth sucking her aching nipples. She was so lost in the driving need to come, she barely noticed when he let go of her breasts and took hold of her wrists. He drew them behind her, and she froze when she heard a faint metallic click. Shocked, she tugged against the cuffs he’d clipped together at the small of her back.
