by Knight, Jodi
Christ. I’m so close to losing it. As though she can read my mind, Ella releases my dick with a pop. She flicks her tongue around my shaft before pumping over and over, again and again like she’s shaking a cocktail. “Mmm, Ella we’re almost back at the avenue … oh, Jesus …”
She wraps her arms around my waist to steady herself, taking my whole length again with a greater intensity than before.
My body jars with lust.
I can’t hold back any longer. I steel myself against the seat of the carriage and quickly push her head aside. I convulse, and let out a strangled groan as I deliver a pulsating rush of creamy Slade juice straight into the top hat.
I’m panting, trying to regain my breath. “Christ, Ella…that was incredible.”
She laughs and takes hold of the reigns while I zip up my pants. “I guess I just got a little carried away.”
I smile to myself. I’ll say so.
We pull the carriage to a halt at the depot and I help Ella alight from the coach.
You know what makes me feel generous?
Getting a blowie.
I pull five-hundred dollars in bills from my wallet and throw them up in the air. We laugh as we watch them scatter in the breeze.
“Keep the change,” I tell the coachman as I hand over my jacket. I lead Ella by the arm and we cross the avenue. “Miss Bryant—I hope you’re excited. I’m going to do some very bad things to you once we’re inside…”
She squeezes my arm and smiles. “Okay … but we should hurry, Alex.”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “Can’t wait, hey?”
“The coachman guy just put his hat on …”
We break into a jog and we’re still laughing our asses off as we cross the hotel lobby. Her eyes widen in amazement at the elaborate décor.
“Welcome to Pemberley,” I tease, pinching her ass.
We enter the elevator and we’re alone again at last. I brace my arms against the wall and brush my nose against hers. “I’m an impatient guy, Ella … I can’t go eighteen floors without tasting you …”
Her breath hitches, then she closes her eyes like she’s waiting for me to kiss her. Wrong lips.
I sink down to my knees and push her dress north until it bunches around her waist. Fuck me.
Red. Lace. Panties.
Pressing my face against her stomach, I nuzzle against her warm body and sprinkle her inner thigh with firm, lingering kisses.
She moans and runs her hands over my hair, tugging harder each time my lips creep closer to her pussy. I bury my face between the top of her legs and nibble at the inviting flesh beneath the lace trim. Her body tenses. “Alex! The door!”
Ping.
We hold our breath. The door flies open.
And breathe—there’s nobody there.
Grinning, I hit the button with my foot and get back to business. I pull the red lace aside and dig my tongue between her sweet, pink skin. Ella steels herself against the wall of the elevator as I suck and nibble at those juicy, plump lips. I push deeper, and her pink flesh molds tightly around my wandering tongue.
By the time we reach my floor, Ella Bryant is a train wreck of desire. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and escort her to my suite. We tumble through the door, landing in a ragged heap on the plush carpet.
This is finally happening.
I’m about to fuck Ella Bryant, and nothing, and nobody, can stop me. My beauty climbs on top of me. Her hazel eyes twinkle with fun. “I think I heard you mention something about a Pink Sladie …”
I flash a cheeky smile and roll over until I’m on top of her. Pinning both hands above her head, I kiss her closed eyelids then roll up my sleeves.
Engage God mode.
I’m going down.
I slowly kiss her inner thighs, savoring each inch of delicious skin. My tongues grazes against her wet lips.
And then I jump to my feet.
I’m not cruel. Trust me, anticipation makes the hard-on longer.
Her eyes flick open. “You’re such a tease.”
I smile. “You’re a lady. I’m hardly going to tongue you on the floor when there’s a perfectly good four-poster over there.”
I scoop her up in my arms, and carry her across my palatial suite. I lay her down on the bed and she pulls me in close until I almost crush her under the weight of my ripped muscle. Her hands are relentless, exploring my back. I run my hot tongue over her collarbone. “Oh, God …”
That’s my name sweetheart, sing it out loud.
Whoever invented the zip-front dress needs a high-five and a Nobel Prize for services to boners. I take the zipper between my teeth and gently tug, not once taking my eyes away from the jiggling deliciousness that unfurls before me. My lips skim over her bare skin on the way down. She inhales sharply and arches her back, pushing her tits into my bare torso.
Fuck me.
Ella hooks a leg around my waist, daring, almost begging me to inch closer … and then she kicks me away.
And I’m the tease?
My Goddess rises to her feet, and signals for me to stay still.
And suddenly, I get it.
Ella Bryant wants control. She wants to seduce me.
I’m totally fucking down with that.
Hells bells, if she insisted on violating my butthole with a three-inch stiletto right now, I’d bend over and take it.
Her hair is wild, and her neck flushed with excitement and she pinches the zipper of her dress between two fingers. Each clink of the metal as it travels lower has me squirming on the edge of the bed in delicious agony as I await the big reveal.
Hard swallow. Sweaty palms. Here it comes.
The dress falls to the carpet, crumpling around feet.
Jesus fucking Christ—someone get me a defibrillator. I think I’m crashing.
Ella Bryant is a work of art. A masterpiece. I’m a tourist staring at the eighth wonder of the world. She should be on display in the Louvre for the world to see.
But not right now.
Tonight she’s all mine.
I frantically rip off my shirt. It’s a move that drives Ella crazy. She stalks over to me and pushes me until I’m lying supine on the bed. Then she straddles my pushes her pelvis against mine, leaving a trail of hot, wet juice across my stomach.
Fuck me. She’s ready.
I cup both cheeks of her peachy butt in between my hands and squeeze. Ella bites my ear and pants my name each time I slap her ass.
I haul myself into a sitting position and push my face between those soft buoyant beauties. Ella wraps her legs around my waist and tugs at my hair every time my tongue meets her peaked buds.
And I want to blow. Now.
If I suffocate to death, be sure to tell my team that I passed to the other side with a raging stiffy and one hell of a smile on my face.
After a few minutes of tongue-breast attention, Ella arches backward, opening her chest for more attention. Holding each side of her waist to steady ourselves, I trail kisses down to her stomach.
A primordial hunger rises from my gut. It’s carnal. Instinctive. And it’s then that I lose it. I kiss her furiously on the lips, over the sweet spot on the back of her arms, and all the way back to her breasts.
Now it’s my time to take control. I push her down to the bed, pinning her hands behind her head. She closes her eyes, waiting for me to attack her again. Distracted by the urgency of my kisses, she doesn’t see my free hand take the cord from my robe.
“God … Alex that’s so good …”
She doesn’t notice as I loop the cord around her wrists.
“Oh, God …”
And she doesn’t realize that I’ve tied her to the bed post until it’s too late for her to protest.
Her eyes snap open, sparkling with curiosity and I lower my face to meet hers until we’re a hair’s width apart and smirk. “Your turn. I hear that tying up your food before you eat it heightens the taste sensation.”
She tugs at the cord, like she’s testing its r
esilience, and then her wide-eyed expression fades into a smile. “So have I.”
That’s my girl.
Heart pumping hard inside my chest, I lick a trail from her neck to her stomach, circling her belly button as I continue downwards. Her clit glistens like an exotic pink jewel at the helm of a secret cave, beckoning for me to enter and unearth the hidden treasures that lie within.
Okay, okay. I promise I’ll stop reading Raj’s novels.
Now, where were we?
I press my tongue flat against the swell of her lips, and slide two fingers inside. She gasps and bunches the bed sheets between clenched fists as I stroke her clit with my nose.
How does she taste this time? Fucking delicious. Like a piece of heavenly-hot-salted-caramel candy floss that melts in the mouth. Scientists say that vegetarians have the most desirable tasting pussies.
Screw you, scientists.
I’ve licked dozens, make that tens of dozens of pussies. My sampling methods are more reliable. Now I’ve had another chance to sample crème de Ella, I can say with confidence that this is the tastiest pussy I’ve ever eaten, and like a greedy diner at an all-you-can-eat buffet, I’m going back for seconds. And possibly thirds.
Ella’s back arches off the bed as I pump my tongue in and out of her warm thighs.
You want to know the secret recipe for my other Pink Sladie? Apply light flicks across the lips, alternating with deep pressure and vary the direction, speed, and rhythm.
Mix it up.
Oh, and always, always, add two fingers and a well-placed thumb at regular intervals. Ella moans, her voice high-pitched voice, as she chants my name over and over again.
See, I told you I’m good.
Just listen.
“God … oh God … mmm … oh … ahhh …”
Take notes and give them to your husband. Tell him he may thank me later.
I spread her legs wider and push my tongue inside, flicking it around like a corkscrew. Ella clamps her knees against my head, pleading with me to stop. She’s almost there. She can’t take it anymore, and neither can I.
Those luscious lips are crying out to my dick, like a mermaid singing to a lonesome sailor. I press my talented fingers inside her warmth, faster and faster, increasing the speed and frequency. Now I’m stroking my thumb along the outer rim of her swell, twisting and swirling my tongue around her juicy walls.
She whimpers and yanks at the cord again. I feel her whole body quiver and pulsate from the inside like an earthquake, and then she kicks out. Both legs are flailing around in the air like a chorus girl from Riverdance.
I sit up.
Licking the juice away from my lips, I warn her. “I’m not done yet, baby. I’m only just getting started.”
I untie her from the bed and pull off my pants. My dick springs forward and I run my bulging tip over her swell, teasing her, before I reach out and grab my wallet from my trouser pocket.
Please God, don’t let me have blown my last rubber on a bipolar ballet dancer.
I breathe a sigh of relief when I see that familiar blue foil, and rip it open between my teeth.
Ella crawls across the bed on all fours, and turns around to face the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. She gyrates slowly, wiggling her ass in the air, and I can’t roll the sheath on fast enough.
We make eye contact through the mirror. I can see everything.
Lips. Hips. Tits. Ass. It’s all there for the taking.
I grab her by the hips and gently push inside her.
With the exception of climax, there is nothing, and I mean nothing better than the moment of entry; that split second when the tip of your cock pushes into a pussy. The first time is always the best. It’s like slipping a warm velvety glove over the end of your dick and shaking hands with an angel.
I pull out again, just so I can push back in once more and I try to hold onto the sensation.
Now I’m pumping faster and harder with each stroke. I’m so deep inside her that I could almost be touching her soul.
“Alex! Oh, God!”
I’m supposed to hold back. Be tender. Be loving. I can’t. I’m too hungry. I’ve waited too long. Our bodies crash together and pull apart like waves hitting and slopping against a beach. Each time I drive forward, her breasts clap together like they’re dancing.
Fucking magnificent.
I slide my arms around her waist and coax her body against mine. Now, we’re skin against skin, sweating and panting in unison, and moving as one. I set the pace, and it’s ferocious. I’m in control. Or out of it. I can’t make up my fucking mind.
We roll over until she’s on her back, and slam my cock inside again. That warm, welcoming flesh envelopes my dick, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. Ella digs her nails into my skin, clawing and kneading at my back each time I thrust.
I drive faster. Harder.
She clamps her legs around my waist in a vice-like grip, and steers us around until I’m flat on my back.
Girl. On. Top.
My favorite.
Stick a fork in me—I’m done. I can’t go on. It’s just too fucking good. Her mouth closes in over mine, and she slides her tongue between my parted lips.
Look at her—she’s a goddess. There’s no better word. She’s perfection.
Ella throws her hair over her shoulders and rides my cock with long, confident strokes, like Lady Godiva. Remember I told you that I’m a leg man?
Forget it.
I’m a convert.
I mean, just look at those breasts. I’m hypnotized, sent into a deeper trance with each bounce.
I kiss and suck at her supple flesh, teasing and pulling at her pink buds with my teeth. Her body shivers as she tightens her grip around my cock. Oh, sweet Lord.
“Ella, fuck …”
Then she lifts her ass in the air and spins around. Good God.
I watch her lips stretch and cling to my dick as she rides up and down. I thrust skywards, driving and pumping inside.
Now she’s screaming. “That’s so good!”
“Fuck … Ella …”
The words escape my lips, but I can’t finish a coherent sentence. I’m losing it. I’m like a dormant volcano that’s come alive as I blow a stream of my own hot lava into the rubber.
I rise to my knees and collapse in an exhausted heap next to Ella. She laughs and kisses me on the lips. I wipe beads of sweat from my forehead, and blink to fight the natural urge to pass out. I’m not sleeping now. No fucking way.
I’m just getting started.
Chapter Fifteen
New York is called the city that never sleeps, and with good reason. You want a ham bagel couriered at midnight? No problem. Bikini car wash at four in the morning? Difficult, but doable if you hand over enough bills.
Condoms delivered within the hour?
I’ll get back to you on that.
You guessed it—I’ve already filled my one and only rubber. Ella is in the bathroom freshening up, so I called room service to confer my desperation to Theo. He knows someone who knows someone, blah blah blah. Its past midnight, but I calculated that we could still get our freak on at least a dozen times before we check out tomorrow.
So I put in an order for three boxes. Just in case.
Extra-large, of course.
All those nights I laid awake, fantasizing about the semi-illegal things I’d do to Ella Bryant, were not in vain. Move over Leo, I’m the king of the fucking world. Take your grubby hands off my jewel and get the hell off my ship. Reality surpassed all expectations. Finally laying claim to the creamy warmth between her thighs is one hell of an ego stroke. I was doing her a favor, too, of course.
Honestly.
If there was ever a shadow of doubt that existed in my mind that Jockass was an idiot, Ella Bryant has well and truly fucked it out of me. I was expecting some reticence on her part after all the shit she’s had to deal with over the past few weeks. I need not have feared. That reverse cowgirl stunt she pulled at th
e end? Wow, just wow.
My penis is still in recovery mode.
So, what’s next?
I have no fucking clue.
Ella passed the induction test to be my Friday night girl with flying colors. If it still existed, I’d build the whole goddamn harem around her schedule. If I’m brutally honest with myself, I’m not sure if I want them back now that I’ve had a taste of her.
My Goddess emerges from the bathroom wearing a soft white robe. Her hair is pulled up into a messy ponytail. She’s chewing on her inner lip, like she’s worried.
I raise an eyebrow. “Everything okay?”
She runs a finger along the doorframe, but she can’t look me in the eye. “Sure. Fine.”
Uh-oh. My inner bullshit detector senses danger.
Fine?
Sure it is. When a woman says she’s ‘fine’ it really means you’re screwed—sadly, not in the literal sense of the word. I ask her to join me on the bed. She hesitates, then climbs on the bed beside me and snuggles her face against my chest.
“I’m sorry, I just feel a bit weird, you know? I was with Tyler for so long and you’re all new.”
Understandable. My precious is in shock after finally discovering how great sex can be after a boning from yours truly, but this isn’t the right time for one-upmanship. I don’t want his name mentioned in this bed. Ever. I rest my chin on her head and stroke the small of her back.
“Tell me, what did you think of me when we first met?”
She chuckles softly. “You really want to know?”
I kiss her forehead. “Sure.”
“Well, I thought you were arrogant. Kind of infuriating and—”
“Devilishly handsome? Sophisticated?”
“I was going with annoying and—”
“Sexy? Confident? Smart?”
“Smart, definitely smart, also cunning and—”
“Ella, I’ve got to be number one on your list of bachelors now, right?”
She drums her fingers on my stomach and thinks. “I don’t know, Alex. Damian Littlejohn was also very charming ...”
I open my mouth in mock surprise. “Oh, come on!”
I prop myself up on my elbows. “Wait … you’re trying to blackmail me so that I’ll engage God mode again, aren’t you?”
