“Oh. Okay. That’ll work,” I giggled barely above a whisper. “Um, what do I do?”
“Try not to scream.” He leaned over and pulled the leg of my chair forcefully, yanking it across the hardwood floor and me with it.
“Oh!” My chest tightened with anticipation. We were knee to knee in our chairs. He leaned forward in his. My heart started to pound as his face neared mine. I caught his scent. Natural, musky, arousing.
“I never got my Irish Kiss,” he muttered in that voice of his.
Ooze.
“Me neither,” I tittered, suddenly nervous.
This close, Lion’s physical presence was overwhelming. He was a very large and muscular man. He hadn’t shaved in a day or two, and had the perfect scruff. Or was the word whiskers? What was it that lions had? And why was I comparing him to an actual lion? That was too weird. Maybe it was the sense of danger. Gone was that playful grin of his, replaced by a feral mask that bordered on gorgeously monstrous.
In his YouTube fight videos, I had seen him take on countless men and win every time. Many of the matches were bloody and savage but Lion always emerged victorious. There was an undeniable viciousness to him.
He was literally a very dangerous man.
But he had a softer side I had seen first hand with Daniel. That was why I was giving myself to him. But for some reason, I was still scared. Probably because I hadn’t had sex since Donald. I wasn’t sure how I would perform. Was Lion used to women who knew their way around the bedroom? Warrior women like Candy the Stripper groupie? I wasn’t sure if I could compete with them, but I would certainly try.
“You scared, Irish?” That voice.
“No.”
“You sure?”
“Maybe a little.”
“Tell me why.” His breath was minty. He must’ve just had a breath mint. He didn’t naturally smell like mint, did he? No, that was ridiculous.
“You know why. Because I haven’t been with anyone since my husband. And we both know that didn’t end well.” I didn’t tell him that the lack of sex was a huge part of the reason for my divorce. That was embarrassing.
“Don’t worry about him, Brigid. You’ll forget every man you’ve ever been with once I’m inside you.”
I absolutely believed him. He was that handsome, that virile, that confident, that sexual.
He leaned to my side until we were cheek to cheek. What was he doing? Was he sniffing me? He shifted to my other cheek. Yes, he was sniffing. Like an animal. He buried his nose in my hair and inhaled again, then warm breath blew across my ear, followed by his hot wet tongue flicking against it. Oh my goodness, that was incredibly sexy. I sank in my chair, melting into the seat. He pulled back and licked my cheek experimentally, then down to my jawline. My skin sizzled where his tongue touched it. I felt like he was a beast tasting me before it did… what? Ate me? Or mated with me? I didn’t know, but I was so turned on, I decided he could do either.
He fisted my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my neck. Was he going to tear my throat out? Nope. His tongue ran down to the dimple between my collar bones then back up to my chin.
“Nnnh,” I moaned.
We hadn’t even kissed and I was ready for him. My panties were soaked.
He still had his fist in my hair as his mouth descended on mine. Our lips locked. His tongue speared past my teeth and overpowered my tongue. I tried to fight against it, but he was too strong. All I could do was submit to his powerful kiss.
The intensity of it nearly killed me.
“Nnnnh, nnnnnnnnnhhhh.” My entire body burned with desire that flowed like hot magma down between my legs and to my toes. My vagina clenched over and over, harder and harder, like I was about to come. Maybe I did come. I wasn’t sure. Whatever was happening, it felt incredible.
Best. Kiss. Ever.
Strong hands slid up my ribs and massaged my breasts through my bra. He grunted into my mouth as I let his hands have their way with me. Thumbs circled my nipples. Sexual energy spiraled down into my clitoris and spun out of control.
Then I did come.
Hard.
He grunted into my mouth and bit my lip, tugging on it until it popped free of his teeth.
Before I could recover, he lifted me out of my chair and sat my ass on the breakfast table. He grunted in pain. His brace was meant to stabilize the knee laterally and minimize twisting, but that didn’t mean it prevented pain during flexion or extension.
Concerned, I gasped, “Is it your knee? We can stop if you want.”
“No,” he growled, his face aggressive with dark desire. He ripped my shirt over my head and I shimmied my arms out of it. Then he pulled my bra straps off and pushed my bra down without bothering to unhook it.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he ogled my breasts.
“They’re all yours,” I giggled.
He stared at them, rapt, heaving deep breaths. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He lifted his head and pinned me with his eyes.
Suddenly afraid, I was tempted to cover my breasts. I raised my arms half heartedly.
He grabbed both my wrists and forced them down. “This is it.”
“What is it?” I was confused.
“There’s no going back after this, Brigid.”
“That was the plan,” I chuckled uncertainly.
“No. I mean, once you and I do this, I… we…”
“What?”
He squeezed my wrists hard.
“Ow, Lion!”
“I’m serious, Brigid. We’re about to cross a line. There’s no going back.” That voice. It was all business. Dangerous business. It was thrilling, exciting, a huge risk. He knew it. I knew it. But I was an adult, not a child.
“Yes, I understand. No going back.” What was I agreeing to? I was almost afraid to ask. In that moment, I didn’t care. I was too turned on, desperate to have him fill me up with his cock and his cum in every way possible.
Still squeezing my wrists, but not quite as hard, his mouth dove for my left nipple. He sucked the hard bud into his mouth and attacked it with his teeth and tongue. One of his hands savaged my right nipple and his other supported my lower back. Good thing, because I almost fell backward as the intense sensations melted every muscle in my body.
My will gave way to his.
I was lost in erotic ecstasy as he laid me gently down on the table. While his mouth lapped at my nipples, both of which were now wet and sore and stinging with need, his hands undid my belt and pulled my skinny jeans down to my knees.
“Wait, my sandals.”
He made quick work unbuckling them and they slapped against the wood floor as he dropped each one. My jeans were on the floor a second later.
The heel of his heavy hand suddenly pushed against my mound through my panties and ground across my clit. I jumped. His palm continued up my stomach, which spasmed as he slid it across my skin. My arms were up over my head and I looked at him through sleepy eyes.
His flickered black fire. “I’m going to eat you alive, Irish.”
“You better,” I moaned.
He sat back down in his chair, between my legs. He winced when he did. His knee must really have been bothering him.
“Do you want to stop? If your knee is hurting we can…”
“No,” he barked and grabbed my hips and yanked me to the edge of the table. Hot breath blew across my panties. He inhaled deeply, his nose against the thin material. “You’re wearing a thong.”
“I told you I came prepared.”
“Then I better make you come,” he growled savagely. He bit down on the cotton thong and pulled on it. The muscles of his neck corded and he snarled.
“You’re not going to—”
Rip!
The cotton panel tore free from the elastic.
Rip, rip, rip!
Like a beast of prey, he pulled with his neck until the panel was dangling down between my legs, exposing my wetness.
“I can’t believe you did that,” I mumbled.
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sp; He glared at me. “Quiet, woman. The only thing I want to hear out of your mouth is moans or my name.”
He was so damn hot it was ridiculous.
He inhaled my scent, his nose plowing up and down through my wet folds like he couldn’t get enough. Donald had never done that to me before. I’d never even heard of that. It was so fucking hot. His eyes rolled back into his head and he grunted.
Mine did and I grunted too. “Nnnnh!”
His tongue jabbed deep inside me. I was already soaking, my labia engorged with blood. Just as quick, his tip slipped upward and spiraled around my clit.
“Aaaahh!”
He grunted approval.
It didn’t take long for his ravenous mouth to bring me to my peak. EroTouch gloves had nothing on the real thing. I was half insane with need for more. Expertly, he would take me to the edge of orgasm then back off, doing it over and over again until I was ready to burst. Finally, I couldn’t take any more.
“Please, Lion. Make me come. Please.” I was nearly weeping.
He attacked me then and I came hard.
He wouldn’t stop.
Just attacked and attacked, drinking me in until everything faded to orgasm.
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“I’m going to fuck you right now,” he growled.
I noticed his FEEL THE BEAST tank top. That was exactly what I wanted from him. His beast. I wanted to feel it and eat it then let him take me and make me do whatever he wanted. I had recovered just enough to whisper, “What about your blow job?”
“Fuck that. I can’t wait.” He leaned over me, his massive body pressing against mine, and grabbed a box of condoms. While he weighed down on me, his heavy erection pressed against my stomach and I felt it pulse through his shorts. He sat back down in the chair and peeled his shirt off and dropped it on the table. His body was as magnificent as I remembered. Then he stood and shoved his shorts down over his knee brace and kicked them off.
His cock pointed straight at me like a weapon.
I sat up.
“Lie down,” he barked.
“No.”
“I’m going to fuck you, Brigid.”
“I’m going to blow you, Lion.”
“Do it later.”
“No!” I glared at him.
He smirked, his eyes glinting. “Fine. Go ahead. Suck my fucking cock, Irish.”
I slid off the table and knelt between his legs.
He had a really big dick.
I wasn’t going to let that stop me.
I grabbed the base of his shaft hard and tickled around the seam underneath the swollen head with my tongue. There was already a big dribble of pre-cum spilling out and running under the bottom. The taste of it made me moan as I savored it. The taste of sex. Such a turn on. I went to work on the head first to wind him up, squeezing the shaft firmly, but not moving my hand. Something about focusing on the head made men go crazy if you did it right.
“Fuck,” he hissed. His cock jumped and his entire body jittered. “You sure know what you’re doing, don’t you?”
I smirked, looking up at him with the head still in my mouth. I knew what I was doing. Then I released the head and licked downward, releasing my fingers so I could slicken the entire length before giving some love to his balls.
“Nice. Nobody ever bothers with the balls.”
He was rock hard, so I pulled his cock down to get a better angle and take him deep into my mouth. My tongue circled languidly around the head, getting it wet. Then I fucked his cock with my mouth, ramming it into the back of my throat, keeping my lips tight around his girth. But not too tight. Just enough. There was no way I could take all of him into my mouth, but I tried. When my gag reflex kicked in, I relaxed it. My eyes watered and drool filled my mouth, turning it into a sopping wet mouth pussy as my tongue cradled the underside of his shaft and stroked the sensitive tip after each thrust.
“Fuck, Irish. Fuck.” He slumped in the chair and I planted both my hands on his thighs and pumped up and down with my mouth. His head lolled against the chair back. “Fuck.”
I found a rhythm and brought him to the edge over and over, slowing just in time to prevent him from ejaculating, just like he had with me. As long as a man didn’t ejaculate, he could have multiple orgasms, just like a woman. It was a fact I had verified through research with Donald in our early days. He may not have fulfilled me sexually, but I knew I did him. Every time we’d had sex, he wanted me to give him a blowjob. Every. Time.
Lion seemed to be enjoying his blowjob just as much. He had already proved his prowess with my pussy, so I was happy to return the favor. I don’t know how long I blew him for, but he was a puddle of pleasure and his entire body shook with exquisite abandon while I devoured his cock python.
His eyes were clamped shut and his face was etched into a painful grimace. All he could say was, “F-f-f-f-f-fuuuuhhhh.”
I felt him swell in my mouth as I brought him to the edge one last time. I had one hand wrapped around his base, pumping in time with my head. He was going to explode.
“Sssss! Stop! Don’t! I’m gonna come! Stop so I can fuck you!”
I chuckled throatily. I didn’t care what he wanted at that point. He was coming in my mouth and that was final.
A long low grunt built in his chest as his cock strained to maximum. He sank into the chair, trying to pull away, but I chased after him, keeping him deep. Every muscle in his body popped, veins, tendons, everything bulging and spasming as I pumped and pumped and pumped.
“FUCK!!” He roared.
Semen shot into the back of my throat.
I choked it down, determined to take all of it.
There was more than I anticipated.
I had to gag half of it down, but I did.
I let the last of it spill out from my lips and drip down his shaft. I smeared the hot cum around on his pubis, which was neatly trimmed. I kept sucking and pumping as he emptied himself, gasping for air, his nails digging into the wooden chair like claws.
I licked him clean, loving the salty fresh ocean taste, stroking his shaft lazily, going light with my tongue so I didn’t overwhelm him and he could finally relax. As he softened, I slowed my pace until I finally, reluctantly, pulled away.
I gave the tip a kiss. Smiling and looking up the length of his abs up to his sleepy eyes, I whispered, “How was that?”
He smirked at me. “You are a fucking cum guzzler.”
“And proud of it.”
We both laughed.
“That was the best head I’ve ever had, Irish. Bar none. I mean it.”
“Me too,” I smiled shyly.
I was so proud of myself.
I hadn’t given into my insecurities.
I am woman, hear ME roar!!!!
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“I hate to be a doctor,” I said, “but you have semen all over your cock. And balls. And pelvis.”
“What are you talking about? You licked me clean.”
“Still. It only takes one microscopic spermatozoa.”
“Can’t argue with that. Want me to shower?”
“We can do it together.”
We both stood, completely naked, except for his brace.
“How’s your knee?”
“Workable.” He grabbed my arm, pulled it around his neck, and threw me over his shoulders.
“Hey!” I laughed. “Put me down!”
“Shut up.”
“Don’t forget the condoms!”
He turned so I could grab the boxes off the table, then he walked confidently but carefully out of the kitchen.
All three cats were in the living room.
Staring at us.
“Don’t mind them,” Lion chuckled.
“Hey, guys!” I waved. “And Gwen.”
She blinked.
Lion hefted me up the stairs, taking his time. His strength was not in question, but he did favor his injured knee. The house was gigantic. Upstairs, the hallway branched off in several directions, and
skylights illuminated everything with natural light. Double doors at the end of one of the halls revealed a master bedroom.
I laughed. “You do not have a leopard themed bedroom.”
“Apparently, I do.”
“You are so predictable.”
“Based on the size of my cock, do you predict that it will drive you wild?”
“Ummmm… yes.”
“So tell me how predictable is bad?”
“In this case, I concede your point. But only in this case.”
Unlike the master bedroom, the master bathroom was not leopard themed. It was all slate and stone, almost like a cave, like instead of a shower head it needed a waterfall. The huge mirrors over the sinks reflected our nakedness, him dark and muscled, me pale as a ghost. Dark against light.
The floor of the shower was tiled with river rocks.
“Aren’t river rock tiles so last year?”
He set me down and took off his knee brace. “What about me says I give a fuck what other people think about my decoration choices? Was it the leopard print bedspread or the tiger print rug in front of the bed?”
“Those patterns clash, you know.”
“I’m a cage fighter. I’m all about clashing.”
I laughed.
He turned on the rainfall shower. It wasn’t a waterfall, but it evoked a sense of the outdoors all the same. I soaped him down, making sure he was scrubbed extra clean where it counted.
“Be careful you don’t give me rug burn.”
“I’ll do that later when I ride you on that tiger skin rug of yours.”
“You are such a bitch in heat, Irish.”
“And you love it.”
He arched an eyebrow.
“I mean,” I giggled nervously, “you like it.”
“Like is such a half-assed word, Irish.”
I bit my lip. It was best not to use the word love with Lion, no matter what either of us may have felt about the subject. After we finished in the shower and toweled off, he carried me to the bed.
He took the towel draped over his shoulder and twisted it between his hands, ringing it back and forth like a rope. “Hmmm. I wonder what I could do with this?”
“Who cares about a limp towel?” I smirked at him. “I want something hard. Like your dick. It looks ready to kill.” Admiring his hard body and equally hard cock had made me wet yet again.
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