Carnal Hunger

by Tory Richards

  My gaze moved down to the front of his jeans, which were bowed with the size of his erect cock. I licked my lips.

  He growled. “Enough.” My gaze flew up to his. “Get those clothes off, now.” His expression looked almost savage, and it was clear that he was about to lose it. He stood, and I watched his hands undo his pants. “Iris.” I had a hard time tearing my eyes off of what he was doing. “Clothes. Off. Now.”

  Oh. I smiled in the face of his grouchiness, and slowly slipped the jumper down my arms to my waist. Vince’s eyes were smoldering embers, narrowing on my exposed breasts like a raptor zeroing in on food. I stood and wiggled my hips until my jumper dropped the rest of the way to the ground. Now we were both completely naked and taking each other in.

  He was magnificent. There was not an inch of fat on him anywhere, just hard planes that emphasized every strong and meaty muscle. The erect muscle between his legs was as big and hard as the man, arched so high that the head rested against his lower stomach. It was pulsing with blood, a beautiful tool of ridges and veins designed to massage the sensitive tissue deep inside my pussy. Now that I could see what he’d pounded into me the other morning my insides clenched with anticipation.

  “You’re fucking beautiful,” Vince rasped in a hoarse voice. “Lie down and spread your legs for me.”

  Oh, God! I did what he said without question. I felt the vulnerability of my position overwhelm me as soon as I was in place, especially since Vince seemed content to just stand there and eye-fuck me. While his hot gaze moved over me he gave his cock a few tugs, and I couldn’t make up my mind as to what turned me on more--watching him touch himself, or the raw look of lust on his expression that promised that he was going to ravish me. I felt moisture leave my body, and with it the scent that revealed my arousal.

  My breathing became heavy.

  “Touch yourself, darlin’.” God, what was he doing to me? “Let me see you pluck those perky nipples.”

  I did more than that. I was so turned on that after I pulled on my nipples until they burned, I ran my hand down my body to my pussy. I was soaked! No surprise there. My clit was swollen and as hard as a rock, and the second that I touched it a loud moan left my lips. I bit down on my bottom lip and closed my eyes, the pleasure too intense.

  “No, baby.” Vince dropped down over me and took my hand away. “That’s for me to take care of.”

  I didn’t argue, especially since his fingers began to tease me there as he took a breast into his mouth. I instantly arched, offering myself to him shamelessly. “Vince!” I ran my hands over his body wherever I could reach, digging my nails in when he bit down hard on my nipple. The pain quickly spiked into breath-stealing pleasure. “Please, I need you.”

  “What do you need?” he asked around my nipple, his fingers buried deep inside my pussy while his thumb tortured my clit. “Tell me.”

  “I need you inside me.”

  “I’m already inside you.”

  Damn him, he knew what I meant. “I need your cock!” I hissed in frustration. “Inside me!”

  “Is that so?”

  I thrust up impatiently. “You want to be inside me, too, Vince. Don’t you want to feel how good my cunt squeezes you when you’re pounding your way inside?” I had no qualms about using the same technique that he did when he was talking dirty to me. “I’m so wet for you, Vince.”

  “Fucking hell, woman!”

  That did it. I smiled wickedly into his twisted features as he lost control. In the next instant I was filled with his magnificent cock and holding on for the ride.

  “You’ll pay for that, darlin’.”

  “Is that so?” I teased, unafraid.

  Vince released a growl that might scare a different woman, but I welcomed his savage reaction. He didn’t frighten me, not even when he began pounding into me fast and hard. A grunt escaped him every time his heavy balls slapped against my ass, keeping in tempo with my answering moans. I raked my nails down his backside, feeling his muscles tighten and his back bow slightly to escape the sting of pain.

  “Fuck, baby, dig… those… nails… in… my… ass,” he said between pants.

  Obviously Vince liked pain during sex. I did as he demanded, feeling a shudder go through his body. Every time he thrust forward I arched up into it, welcoming the friction, the glide of his hard flesh over my clit before it hit my G-spot. I was a quivering, gasping mass of woman beneath him, and I didn’t give a fuck, as long as he didn’t stop.

  We were both chasing the climax that would rocket us to heaven and back.

  I was going to arrive there first. I could feel the rush spiraling from my core to my clit, signaling that it would take little effort to push me over. When I reached the point of no going back, I screamed my release, for all of nature to hear. Everything in me reacted to the uncontrollable vibrations in my body. I clenched my nails into Vince, leaned forward, and bit him in the shoulder, giving in to his kiss when he finally took my mouth.

  My heart was going to pound out of my chest.

  I was utterly undone.

  I had no time to recover because Vince had never slowed down from fucking me. My pussy was still buzzing with sensation. I tore my mouth from his to catch my breath. It was the opening he needed to change our positions. He rolled with me so that I ended up on top. Our eyes were glued to one another as his hands came up to cup my bouncing breasts. Words were unnecessary to communicate what he wanted, and I began to ride him.

  I sank down onto his cock.

  He thrust up into my pussy.

  We groaned simultaneously.

  “My dick is soaked with your cream,” Vince said hoarsely, squeezing my breasts. “And I’m gonna fill your pussy with cum and then watch it leak out of your body.”

  “Yes, please,” I said softly, reaching behind me to play with his balls.

  “I own you, darlin’. You’re mine.”

  I wasn’t sure what that meant. It sounded possessive as hell, and it kind of turned me on. As a rule I didn’t like controlling men, but Vince had already beaten down all of my misgivings and fears on that score. His possession was a different kind, nothing like what I’d experienced in the past. Vince made me feel safe and protected.

  “You’re mine,” he snarled fiercely, clenching my hips and holding me down while he erupted inside me. “Fuuuck!”

  “Yes!” I hissed back, grinding my pelvis against his, and chasing another orgasm.

  I was his.

  Chapter 7

  VD

  The woman was killing me. I’d come so hard that I couldn’t move. I couldn’t catch my breath, and I swear my heart was going to fucking explode. My dick was dead, totally drained, as well as my balls. I’d never had a woman take so much out of me. I hadn’t been lying to Iris when I’d said I was going to fill her pussy with cum. We were still connected and I could feel it dripping out of her between us. The smell of sex was strong around us and was a turn-on in itself.

  Iris had collapsed in orgasmic bliss on top of me. Every now and again I’d feel a slight tremor move through her. I liked the feel of her naked curves against me, especially her large tits with their razor sharp nipples. It was refreshing to have a pair of tits on me that weren’t pumped up with silicone. Fuck, it was nice to have a woman who was all woman, unlike the girls at the club who colored their hair, were skinny as a rail, and were heavily into spray tans.

  “Did you fall asleep on me, darlin’?”

  “Thinking about it,” she said in a lazy voice. “The sun feels good on my skin.”

  I ran my hand down her warm backside, marveling at how silky her flesh felt against my rough palms. “Go ahead if you want to.”

  “I don’t want to move.”

  “You don’t have to.”

  That seemed to be all she needed to hear. Within seconds her soft snoring prompted me to close my own eyes. I didn’t expect any trouble, I was on the back end of my property, and there weren’t many people who knew about it. It had always been my private
spot to come to when I needed to reflect, or when I was looking for peace. There had been times when all the club had done was fight, when rival clubs had wanted to move in on our territory, or were just looking to establish themselves as hard-core one percenters by taking on another club.

  These days were quieter. Dickie had spent the last ten years turning the club around. Sure, we were still one percenters because we did whatever was necessary to protect the club and our families, but we didn’t go looking for trouble. Most of our members were seasoned brothers who’d been tired of club shit for a long time. They were glad for the changes. Because of Dickie’s direction, every club member owned his own business, or was close to it.

  As the new president I was going to make sure that we stayed on the same course.

  I ran my hand over Iris’s soft hair. She stirred slightly but then settled again, and I decided to let her nap a little longer. She’d got to me hard and fast and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what made her so special. After my nasty divorce I’d sworn off women, other than the club girls. I hadn’t been looking for a woman to grow old with until Iris had turned around on that plane and we’d locked eyes. All I knew now was that I wanted her like I needed air to breathe.

  My brothers all liked her, but they thought that I just needed to get her out of my system. They’d made it clear that they wouldn’t tolerate another president who kept everything related to the club away from his old lady. There are certain things an old lady needed to know, certain responsibilities she’d need to take care of to support her man and the club. Penny’s lack of knowledge and participation had been hard to maintain for everyone.

  Incredibly, I felt my dick getting hard again, still snuggled inside Iris’s tight pussy. I couldn’t help grinning, because every time it twitched an inch she whimpered. Soon she was squirming until she was awake.

  “Really?” she asked in a husky voice.

  “Baby, I could go all day fucking you.”

  She sighed. “I’m hungry…for food.”

  I laughed, I was too. “Then get up and let’s eat. Then we’ll go for a swim.” I nudged her with my hips and she slowly moved to my side.

  “Are we going eat naked?”

  “Why not? This is our Garden of Eden.”

  She rolled her eyes at that, moving to the basket. “I’m not sure that I’m comfortable sitting around totally naked like this.”

  Was she blushing? Fuck, she was cute. I reached for my t-shirt and handed it to her.

  “Thank you,” she said, slipping into it before going back to what she’d been doing.

  “I hope you brought peanut butter and jelly,” I said, eyeing the stuff she’d started to take out of the basket. Without missing a beat she tossed something at me that hit me square in the chest. I picked it up and looked at it. Fuck, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I looked at her with surprise. “I was kidding.”

  It was her turn to grin. “So am I.” She set a container down. I could see through the plastic that it was chicken.

  I reached for it. “Yum.” I popped the top and grabbed a leg.

  “It’s really beautiful here, Vince. So, where is your house?”

  “Darlin’, I own a hundred acres. My house is through those woods and only accessible by a road from the front side, unless of course you want to walk through the woods, but it’s a long trek.”

  “I’d like to see it sometime.”

  I thought about that. With the exception of my housekeeper, I’d never brought a woman to my home, but found that I wanted to with Iris. “I’ll take you one day soon.” I opened the small cooler I’d brought, pulled out two beers, popped the tops, and handed her one.

  “I brought tea, too,” Iris said after taking a sip of beer.

  “Tea, what’s that?” I joked.

  “Very funny.” She fixed a plate of chicken and potato salad for herself. “Do you drink a lot?”

  I studied her for a minute while chewing my chicken. Was this the beginning of let’s get to know one another better? “Are we gonna play twenty questions, darlin’?”

  She shrugged, giving me a coy smile. “Why not? We don’t really know each other. Isn’t that what people do when they’re on a date?”

  Maybe in her world, but in my world not many of us dated. Things just kind of happened, mostly because the people involved came from the same place and knew the score. My brothers tended to keep to the women who had grown up around clubs because it kept life simple. Getting involved with a civilian could get complicated and messy. Before now, I’d never been attracted to a civilian enough to want to get involved with her.

  “I don’t know,” I said after a while. “I’ve never been on a date.”

  Her face revealed her surprise. “Never? Not even in high school?”

  I shrugged. “Those don’t count. All I wanted to do back then was get inside her pants, and usually once that was accomplished I moved on to the next girl.” I could tell by her expression that Iris didn’t like my answer, but that was how I’d been back then.

  “Nice,” she said softly. She grew quiet after that and seemed to be focusing on her food.

  I knew what she was thinking, that it was going to be the same for her, but she couldn’t be more wrong. “Darlin’--” I waited until she had slowly raised her eyes to mine, and all I wanted to do was erase the worry reflected there. “That was then, this is now. I’m not a randy, sex-craved teenager anymore. I know what I want and I’m serious when I tell you that I want you, and not just for sex.”

  Her eyes revealed her smile before her pretty mouth turned up at the corners. “Nice to know.” She took a long drink of beer. “So, do you drink a lot?”

  I threw back my head and let loose a bark of laughter. “I like the occasional shot of whisky, but beer is my drink of choice.” It was my turn. “You’ve been married?”

  “And divorced.” She smiled. “Have you ever been married?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, we didn’t work out either. I married her because she said she was pregnant with my child. I was too damned young and stupid to question it any further, just wanted to do the right thing. Three months into the marriage she was in a car accident and lost the baby.”

  “I’m so sorry, Vince.” She put a hand on my arm. “No one should lose a child. There were no more?”

  “No. Things turned to shit after that, and we stayed together for years in misery. Best thing I did, divorcing her. Can’t say we ever really loved each other.”

  “That’s sad.”

  “You think I should have stayed with her?”

  “No, I think it’s sad that you never loved one another. Have you ever been in love?”

  “No.” She opened her mouth and I put a finger against her lips to quiet her. “My turn, darlin’.” She giggled. “What do you do in Georgia?”

  “I’m lucky enough to work online as a travel agent.”

  “So you can go to work in your pajamas?” I joked. “Must be nice.”

  “I can go naked if I want,” she teased right back. “Working from home has its perks.”

  For some reason that thought made my dick twitch. The visual of her sitting at her computer, sipping coffee completely naked while she worked out travel deals for her clients was hot. Hotter still was the thought of coming home to that for an afternoon quickie.

  I noticed that she’d finished her lunch. I was on my second beer. “You ready for that swim?”

  She glanced at the small lake. The water was crystal clear, glistening from the sun that reflected off the smooth surface. It would be cold, but I could think of something we could do to warm us up. I grinned at the thought of claiming her beneath the surface, of sinking my dick inside her so deep, her hands on my shoulders as we fucked.

  “Come on.” I didn’t give her time to make up her mind. I let my hard dick do it for the both of us. She took the hand I offered and I pulled her to her feet and against me roughly. She caught her breath, her neck snapping back as she raised her face to mi
ne. I couldn’t resist the appeal of her plump, parted lips and groaned, kissing her.

  Her nails bit into my arms as the passion grew between us. I swallowed her whimpers, forcing them back with my tongue. We both tasted of warmth and the lingering flavors of the lunch we’d shared. I grabbed the ends of the shirt she had on and pulled it up. My seeking dick had no trouble finding her wet pussy, sliding easily and eagerly through her swollen folds. I didn’t enter her. I was content to just slide back and forth over her clit and feel her body grow weak against me.

  I wanted her naked, and the instant I pulled away the shirt came up and over her head. My hands went immediately to her tits. “Nice, baby.” They felt good in my palms. I ran my thumbs over her nipples until they peaked into hard, little crowns. Iris moaned, thrusting those weighty globes further into my caress.

  “That feels good,” she said softly.

  I grinned. “What does darlin’? My hands on your tits, or my dick sliding between your folds?”

  “Both.” I thrust a few more times and then reached for her hand. I gave her a questioning glance when I felt her resistance.

  “Is it going to be cold?”

  I laughed. “Not for what I have in mind, baby.” I picked her up easily and entered the water. Damn. The water was fucking cold! I hid my reaction. The further I got in the more Iris lifted up against me as though she could prevent the inevitable. “Not going to happen,” I said smugly. I knew the second her rear-end hit the water.

  “Vince! It’s freezing!” she squealed.

  “Yep.”

  “Don’t put me down!” she ordered.

  I thought about it for a minute. “Okay, darlin’.” I wouldn’t put her down. But she hadn’t said anything about sinking beneath the surface while still holding her, and that’s exactly what I did.

  We were suddenly completely immerged. Iris wiggled out of my arms like a damned eel, and we surfaced with her squealing and swearing at me. “Oh! Damn you!” She brushed the hair out of her eyes, treading water because we were deep enough that she couldn’t touch the bottom. She splashed water into my smiling face. “You don’t play fair.”