by V. Theia
I’d agree to anything if he got inside me.
Desperate? Yes. I had no reason to lie to myself about that.
Want was a great motivator. And I wanted him badly.
I nodded, doing my own touching to make this sweet man roll his eyes into the back of his head. Hips driving his cock into my hands.
“Not this time, baby. I’ll kiss and lick every sore part of you afterward.”
I whined a yes.
“I’ll suck all the places that my cock hurts until you feel good,” oh, god.
Could I combust from verbal fucking?
Everything tingled, toes and hair included.
Excitement boomed between us at an ear-splitting level. It twined with the soft pad of Gray’s bare feet when he lifted me easily into his arms and carried me to the bed.
He didn’t lay me on top of the soft white sheets as expected. Instead he let me down to my feet in front of the velvet soft, cushioned silver storage seat. Big enough to seat at least three people. Or screw one desperate woman on.
“Brace your elbows on this for me, baby.” He instructed, using a hand on my back to encourage me down.
He knew I didn’t take well to being told what to do, but the second he issued for me to get on my elbows in his persuasive tones I was a cat in heat.
Ass in the air.
I whined for him to hurry.
It left me fully exposed. If he wanted to do me in the butt right off the bat, then we might need to have a conversation. No woman was ever ready for that without a lot of talking and preparing beforehand and as turned on as I was right then, the evidence of my arousal was coating my inner thighs, I wasn’t going to—” my thoughts halted when Gray knocked my legs wider and went down to his knees. Big, rough hands stroked my inner thighs, back and forth.
I moaned when he motored that same hand directly across my mound like he’d been waiting to pet me.
“Today, Grayson.”
“Patience, baby-girl.”
He hadn’t shaved so when I felt the scrape of his two-day old scruff against my inner thigh I jolted like I’d been electrocuted, and my bones melted, dipping my back in the middle which pushed my hips higher for his mouth to connect to my pussy
“You like that?” He asked. A smile in his voice. His finger traced the length of my slit, gathering moisture before he plied pressure directly over my clit.
My body jerked and my “yes,” came out more as a pleading whine.
“This made me crazy. Every time you sashayed by me, this plump ass,” he squeezed both globes, pushing it open again, “I wanted to bite it, mark it, make it mine.”
“Do it now,” I issued. His touch heaven. And when his teeth sank into my skin it rocked me to cloud nine. Gray didn’t stop there, stubble scraped my thigh again and then the wet lick I’d been holding my breath for came and I cried out quietly.
Relief and joy sang through my blood with each savage lick he taunted me with. Never giving the hard friction I needed to send me over the edge but enough to make me an insane person.
“Grayson,” I dragged his name out as a plea or a threat.
Whichever worked and got me what I needed.
“This gift is really for me, India.” Another lap, a twist of his tongue near my entrance and I saw stars, fingers clutched urgently into the soft seat, ass bouncing with encouragement for him to go faster. “I’ve waited to taste this teasing pussy. I’ve felt it quake under me, haven’t I? While you rode my stomach like a bucking stallion and I went home smelling like you,” this time he frantically flicked his tongue over my swollen bundle of nerves and I was ready to die screaming into the bed. “Hard as a fucking rock needing this do-me pussy. So, this is my gift, be my good baby-girl and push back into my tongue.”
If I thought his teasing was a mind full of fuck before, he really went to town on me with his entire mouth suctioned to my clit and he sucked like he couldn’t get enough. With his hands holding my hips and my back dipped in the middle, I’d never been the kind of woman to writhe, but I writhed like a whore sprawled chest down.
Pleasure from all corners it was hard to see straight let alone think.
So, I didn’t.
All my other senses tagged in and the experience of oral sex from Gray was mind-blowing.
He was skilled.
And slow.
And patient dragging me to the edge only to hold me off with a grunted “Not yet, baby-girl.”
Oh, my god, then when? I was dying. Couldn’t he tell I was dying?
I was so wet it should be illegal. I heard it every time he shoved his tongue inside me. My climax came swift and fast, bursting out of me as I buried my face and screamed in tandem with Gray’s hungry moans, he sucked, sucked, sucked.
“Gray. Grayson! You need to....”
Twirls and twists, licks and flicks, my eyes blind, I gave in and belly flopped, my bones no longer able to hold me up, saying his name like a mantra.
“I know what I need,” I was suddenly flipped onto my back, my butt hit the cushion, head resting to the bed and a very big man with wet, shiny lips and chin hovered over me. The roman god ready to take his prize.
I lost air.
Up close I saw sweat beading his hairline and a flush to his face as he licked his lips and groaned.
Dirty, dirty boy.
“What do you need?” I asked breathlessly watching him plump up a boob before he attached his mouth to the hard nipple and areole. My back arched off the bed and my fingers clutched into his hair. “Oh, fuck.”
“Yeah, baby-girl. That.”
Coming up over me fully, knees braced on the seat with me, his larger body boxed me in. That heady cedar masculine scent of his coaxing me into a state of euphoria again, enticed me, drove my horny up a new notch.
He touched my lips, once, twice... not giving me time to really kiss him as I wanted.
“Shhh, breathe, baby-girl,” a hand spanned the front of my throat and stroked me there.
Slow and sure.
Soothingly until my air returned to a normal speed and my belly deflated.
There was no telling my heart to stop its galloping though, or the speed of my pleasure down the inside of my thigh.
“You took that, didn’t you?” His nose knocked mine. Smiled as if I’d been the one to sate him and not the other way around. “Thank you for my gift. All fucking day, every day for weeks, all night long, I think about this, India. Think about manhandling you into positions so I can fucking feast on you.”
Oh, Christ.
“Every time you’re mean,” I didn’t correct him, mainly because my tongue was dry and tied in knots gazing into pools of sexy Gray. “All I want to do is slam your thighs open and smack you right here,” here was his fingers trailing up my soaked slit and he pinched my clit.
When my back concaved I lost the control of my voice box because I cried out with a shiver.
His voice next to my ear was another verbal fucking.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
GRAY
“Gray. Yes!”
When she cried my name, I had a roar of savage satisfaction in the back of my skull.
My girl was an erotic dream come to life.
I tasted it in my mouth, like a physical food that nourished every part of my body. India in her pleasure was more satisfaction that any other climax I’d ever had in my life. And waiting a year, being celibate … worth it. She was worth every ache and spilled climax over my own fist.
I could easily grow addicted to making her fall apart.
Her fight was stunning, but her surrender was goddamn fire in my gut.
I couldn’t breathe through the exquisite burn.
I was making her undulate. It was me making my girl buck underneath me and claw at my sides for me to fuck her.
I wanted to learn all her fantasies, break them in, taste them in the back of my throat, hear them screaming out of her.
She was easily the sexiest woman I’d ever met.
And the most sensually aware of her own body. Just looking at her got me hard.
I was so fucking knotted inside to give her everything and to take her stress out of her hands.
I’d seen it when she’d stepped into her mother’s house.
Oh, she’d been mad, my tiny mean-girl. That much was evident the way she controlled her breathing while simultaneously throwing visual daggers at my skull.
Within that was her relief I was there for her.
It wasn’t so much an ego stoke as it was a full-blown visual hand job in her mom’s kitchen.
I’d stayed hard ever since.
Now I was going to have my dream girl.
This side of her; soft and begging, needful, was a fucking aphrodisiac I didn’t expect. Witnessing a strong, determined, and often stubborn woman in her pleasure, unafraid to ask for what she wanted was more than enough of a turn on to rattle my brain into moving quicker than I planned to.
Tease her for hours. Make her scream and swear for not giving her what she wanted. That was the plan.
But then I got my mouth on her sweet pussy and heard her pleading moans and all I wanted to do was please her.
She wanted this. Christ, I felt the need vibrating through her body.
Give in to this, baby-girl.
With a groan, she sucked my upper lip, jarring a grunt out of me. Tentative first, then she suckled harder, hungrier. Her jaw unlocked. Her tongue thrusted out, and she dissolved beneath me in alluring submission that I didn’t even know I wanted until it was presented with her breathy sigh.
“Grayson,” she whined into my mouth, biting me with her teeth.
I pinned her arms above her head, lengthening her already stunning body into that of a lithe dancer’s frame with her popping curves and tits so perfectly round my mouth watered to fit one inside.
Who was I to deny my mouth?
I leaned down and claimed as much of her breast as I could, sucking gently with my tongue against the hardened, dusky pink nipple.
“Beautiful,” muffled by a plump mound. Kissing up the valley between, her neck was the next to be worshipped in kisses. “I wanted to take my time,” kiss. “Explore your body,” lick. “Fuck until you don’t remember what it’s like not to have me planted deep inside you.” I bit into her neck, my breath ran away with me, making it sound choppy, desperate, and India’s laugh turned to a moan.
“That sounds perfect, rock star, let’s do that now.”
Always trying to take control, wasn’t she? I grinned.
It was time to show my girl how it could be when she just let go and put her whole self in someone else’s hands for a while. Then she’d understand how good we could be together.
There’s something so striking … addictive about her. Almost like an arrow pierced my heart and threaded her to me.
It hadn’t gone unnoticed that I was working harder than ever to tie her to me in every way possible.
To make her want me. Need me.
I respected the women India is.
Every infuriatingly stubborn inch of her.
But I want more. I want all.
Pulling her legs wider so I could drop into the space, my cock thumped a pulse as it nestled against her soaked slit. Using my arms to hold me up I churned, dragging the tip of me over the opening of her.
Fucks sake, my head nearly exploded. My back almost broke with urgency to bury hard in a fast thrust. I went back again and again. Tormenting us both.
“India…You’re incredible.” Her name dragged languorously. Her hands going everywhere on me, leaving nail marks behind.
She was just as hungry.
I kissed her hipbones, her waist, drew my lips over her fluttering belly and with each pass of my lips her breathing became ragged in tempo until she was clutching the sheets. Every harmonious hum she let go of changed rhythm with each kiss. And though my cock was telling me it was time to fuck as it stood hard against my abs, leaking at the tip, I wanted more of her cries.
“Look at my baby-girl’s slick pussy. Is this wetness for me, India?” Level between the apex of her legs, her scent was hot and welcoming when I drew a figure of eight with my tongue across her clit, my thumbs keeping her wide open for my administrations.
“You’re a teasing ass,” she huffed, her back arched pressing her pussy into my face.
My good girl. I needed her mindless. For her whines to turn into gasping cries.
Could you blame me? I waited for this.
I wanted to live out every dirty fantasy on this body. Ached for this moment to have her softly wet under me and here she was. My beautiful banquet.
“Is this wetness for me?” I asked again, flicking her this time while my free hand held her belly down to keep her in place. I wouldn’t waste this gift of her compliance she was giving me.
“Yes! It’s all for you.” She whined, her eyes strikingly green when she looked down while I tongued her into another climax.
“There we go,” a little suck on the pulsing bud, too sensitive for anything else when she bucked and pushed at my shoulder. Giving her gentle kisses until she came back down. I then repeated the process. Tongue. Lick. Hard sucks and she buckled for me again digging both her hands into my hair hard enough to yank it from the roots. She smelled so pretty, a mix of flowers and sweet frosting I wanted to lap at all night.
“Fuck, you taste better than anything I’ve had in my mouth before,” I told her the truth before I flipped her onto her belly. She immediately looked back at me, and the sight of India with the glaze of satiation in her lowered eyes with her back dipped in the middle, soaked between her legs, was a photo moment I filed away in my mind.
Incredible didn’t even cover it.
“You’ve made me sleepy,” she said giggling, her female voice oh-so seductive as it warbled softly. Her flushed face pressed into the bed, legs spread and inviting.
She had no idea yet, not really. But she was going to be mine.
The kind of mine that lasted a life time. Down on one knee, church, fucking on every new piece of furniture we bought together.
I wanted it all.
At this point I didn’t think I’ve ever been so starved for a woman before.
Not like this.
It was a musical beat pounding her name through my skull, making my fingers itch to roam over her.
God help me, my hands yearned to fix to her backside as I squeezed two perfect globes, opening her up to show me a peek of dripping pussy. I’d never had thoughts of the kind before. Until she sassed herself into my life and proceeded to fuck with my heart into wanting the elusive ever after. Rough handling, no holding back slaps on each soft cheek. Fuck I could feel the softness already, until they were marked red and she would be blissfully chastised for not giving us a chance sooner. Not only to punish her for being emotionally locked, but to . . . soothe her afterward, so she knew I was the one person she could rely on to give her what she needed—secretly longed for.
It would calm something clamoring inside me too.
She had me reckless, not like myself. Freed. Fucking savage to possess her.
“Is this what you ache for, baby?” I asked mounting over her back, fixing myself in place, notching my dripping cock to her entrance. Already the pleasure was crowded at the base of my spine without even that first perfect thrust. If I lasted ten pumps it would be a miracle. I was too hard-up for her.
This possessiveness I’ve only ever felt to this extent for India was raw with every inhale. Crude without restraint. What I wanted—the images had my hands trembling with rough unexplored lust.
“Gray ... I need.”
Heat blasted through the middle of my stomach as if her whimper was the only thing to focus me. Pleasing her? She made me hungry for that very thing.
I palmed her soft belly as it rippled in and out. She was so fucking beautiful, more so when she was looking at me with her cat-eyes darkened to a deep green. Fingers moved to pinch her nipple, she cried out and made the satisfaction I
was feeling all the sweeter.
“I damn well know what you need. I’ll be the only one who gives it.”
Kissing the back of her neck, she reached back and gripped my hair hard enough to have me laughing. Feisty girl. I was going to love showing her what I would do for her.
“Either fuck me or let me go to sleep, horny tease.” She bumped me with her ass, her pussy almost enveloping my cock all by itself and pleasure stars popped in my vison. Even with my weight pressing her down, she managed to arch her back. Her legs jerked between mine, little fragmented moans shooting past her lips. Christ, I could have watched her in this position all night.
With the way my desperate body tightened and her impassioned command I slid in a couple of inches. Oh, fuck. She was incredibly tight. Too tight for the hard fuck I wanted even with how wet she was.
What was I saying about those ten pumps? It was more realistic to guess six and I wasn’t fully seated yet. She was perfect. I pressed starved kisses to the side of her face and told her how good she felt wrapped around my lucky cock.
She moaned out curse words.
I slid my hand around the front of her throat, kissed her damp forehead and pushed down giving her more as her walls softened around me.
“Okay, baby?” Her pulse hammered under my fingers.
“Yeah. God. I didn’t think you’d feel this good, rock star.”
We were skin to skin, I churned, going in, and retreating to then give her a little more each time and when I was able to go down to bottom we expelled air at the same time. “Jesus. There. Fuck.” I grunted into the back of her hair only to hear the taunting witch, laugh at my desperate croak.
“You feel like fucking satin, baby-girl.”
A switch went off in the rear of my brain and the animal came out to play.
My chest stuck to her back, I reached down to lift her knee, pushing it up towards her head. She was opened so much for me to slam and ride my girl the way I needed to. Like I was claiming all of her, not just her body.
She moaned, mewled and demanded from me.
Every thrust took me to the back of her, impossible pleasure became a cloud between us. Hard, unrelenting fucking. And when she clawed her fingers into the sheets, I covered them with my hands, locked them together and pushed, pushed, pushed my girl over the edge one more time.
