Shaking it off, he sat up. “Mind if I turn on a light? I want to be able to see you.”
“Sure, go ahead.”
Fumbling for the lamp on the nightstand, he switched it on and held his breath as he turned to look at her. Soft shadows filled her curves, and her pupils were huge in the dim light. His eyes roamed over breasts that he knew the feel of already, but not the taste…
Rolling onto his stomach, he suckled her nipples until they felt like pebbles—raking them with his teeth, teasing them with his tongue. Her moans of pleasure were his incentive.
“Anyone ever give you a pearl necklace?”
A soft laugh escaped her. “I take it you don’t mean the kind of pearls that come from oysters.”
He frowned. “Depends on the kind of slang you’re using.”
“What—never mind. Got it.”
Getting up on his knees, he straddled her chest. “Hold your boobs together and I’ll fuck them for you.”
Alan had been told that a titty fuck felt exactly like fucking pussy. Wrong. You couldn’t slam into tits like you could a pussy. Still, the feeling was fabulous and simply watching his dick slide through the tunnel she made with her breasts was enough to trigger another climax. He drew back as he came, carefully controlling his ejaculation to adorn the base of her neck with a string of pearly semen.
“Beautiful.”
She barely gave him time to drink in the vision before raising her head and pulling him closer. For once, he was actually a little soft, but the sight of her nose buried in his pubic hair along with the rake of her teeth on his shaft did wonders for his erectile function.
“That’s it, baby. Make me hard.”
Instantly, his cock no longer fit, forcing him away from her. Still straddling her chest, he began a slow, steady fuck. He’d never met a woman who liked to suck as much as Emily did—or one who truly enjoyed being shot in the face with a round of cum. Pulling out as he came, he jizzed all over her face, her body jackknifing as she let out a shout of ecstasy rivaling his own.
With a satisfied grunt, he turned around. Flattening his body on top of hers, he buried his face between her legs. The head of his penis rested against her throat, and as he began licking her clit, she pulled him back to lick his scrotum, teasing him mercilessly before sucking a testicle into her mouth. Between that and her firm grip on his cock, he didn’t last very long.
Seconds later, his dick erupted, splattering her chest with cum. Alan gave himself a moment to recover before going down on her clit again, deriving a great deal of satisfaction from the way she writhed and squirmed beneath him.
When she came at last, he turned and nudged her legs apart. “I’m gonna fuck you now, baby. Hold on, it might get a little...wild.”
“Wild? What do you mean, wild? My clit is throbbing, I fingered your ass, I’m covered with cum, and I sucked your balls. How much wilder could it possibly get?”
“You’re about to find out.”
They were both so wet that he hilted himself with one thrust.
My God, what a pussy!
He’d lost track of how many times he’d come that night, but this was the ultimate treat. Ramming into her so hard every stroke shoved her away, he couldn’t settle into a rhythm until she braced her hands against the headboard.
Rutting fast and deep, his balls slapped her butt while his sweat dripped onto her chest to mingle with his cum. Hooking his arms under her legs, he drove in further, stretching her to the limit, aiming to find every sweet spot in her body.
He found one.
“I kinda feel like I have to—oh, my God.” Her eyes widened as she repeated those words until they ran together to become a long, high-pitched wail. Seconds later, her mouth fell open and her body imploded.
The ensuing yank on his cock was like being sucked dick-first into a black hole.
“Great mother of—” she gasped. “No one has ever fucked me hard enough to make me come. Ever.”
And I’m not even done yet.
Laughing for sheer joy, Alan unleashed an even greater frenzy of passion, pumping into her without mercy or relent. Her eyes drifted shut and her body went slack—her legs would’ve slithered to the bed if he hadn’t been holding them up. A blissful smile curved her lips, and though she glanced up from time to time, the effort was apparently too great to maintain.
Fucked into a stupor and still not complaining. Oh, God…
On that thought, his breath caught in his throat and he stiffened, shooting her full of cream before collapsing on her with the most deeply satisfied sigh of his life.
Convinced that nothing could ever top the perfection of having Emily sprawled fully sated beneath him, Alan hated to move. Unfortunately, if he didn’t get up soon, she might never be able to walk again.
“Alan,” she began as he shifted his weight off her. “Is that the sort of thing I can expect all the time, or have you been saving it up?”
“Dunno,” he mumbled. “It has been a while.” He sucked a breath in through his teeth. “But if you’ll give me a minute, I’m pretty sure I can do it again.”
Chapter 10
A minute? What in the world would he do if she gave him an hour, or a day, or a week? Emily couldn’t imagine anything more intense that wouldn’t wind up killing her.
That’s it. He’ll probably fuck me to death.
She was beginning to understand the restraining order threats that had been made against him. The man was dangerous. Sure, it was wonderful, but too much sex—like too much wine, chocolate, or anything else, for that matter—could be deadly.
Alan’s head popped up. “Did you like it? I mean, I thought you did. You did, didn’t you? I can’t believe it. You really did.” He hesitated, peering at her with suspicion. “You aren’t lying just to get rid of me, are you?”
“I didn’t say anything of the kind. I only asked if that was typical.”
“Oh.” He seemed to wilt a tad. “Yeah. Right. That is what you said, isn’t it? Damn… I jumped—sorry. Guess I’ll have to ask, then. Did you like it?”
Emily wasn’t sure how to reply. Too much enthusiasm might set him off again. Not enough might burst his bubble. “Well…it was certainly...vigorous.”
“Do you like it that way?”
“Apparently, I do—in case you didn’t notice, that was one great mother of an orgasm—and your dick didn’t peter out before you were done, which is certainly an improvement over the last time I tried this. You’ve got a real diehard tool there.”
He chuckled. “I know. I bet you thought I’d come too quick, but I can go longer when I’m fucking pussy than I can with anything else. The other ways are faster, especially if I’m doing an ass.”
So that was why women couldn’t stand him! If he knocked on the back door as hard as he did the front, he’d probably put more than one woman in the hospital. The mere thought made Emily’s butt cheeks tighten. She made a mental note never to fall asleep with her back to him again, and if they ever showered together, soap on rope was an absolute necessity.
“Like the back way, do you?” she ventured.
“Actually, I like being sucked the best, but the quickest way to get me to come is in the ass—although what you did with your finger a while back was fuckin’ awesome. No one’s ever done that to me before.”
“It was a first for me, too,” she admitted. “Seemed like the thing to do at the time, though. You’ve got a pretty cute butt.”
“Do I?” He sounded rather pleased. “Actually, I’ve had a couple of gay guys tell me that, but you’re the first woman to say it.”
“Really? You astonish me.” She made a mental note to keep him away from Stephen. “What did you tell them?”
“That they’d have to get me really, really drunk before they tried it.”
“And did they?”
“No, but one of them squeezed my crotch to see if I had a boner. He didn’t find one, so I guess he figured I was a lost cause.”
“As much as you
like sex, I’m surprised you didn’t try it.”
“No, I only like girls.” His eyes took on a dreamy cast and his voice dropped to a throaty whisper. “Especially girls with thick, soft hair, green eyes, perky little noses and candy-sweet smiles.” A tiny grin tugged the corner of his mouth, dimpling his cheek. “Not to mention the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.” He licked his lips. “Thick, creamy, delicious… Better than a Jamocha Fudge Indulgence.”
Truth be told, he tasted pretty good himself. “No, you are.”
His smile somehow managed to be adorable and diabolical. “Bet we end up sixty-nining ourselves to death.”
“Maybe—but not right now. My clitoral turnaround time is nothing like yours.”
“Oh, I’ll leave it alone for a while,” he promised. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t tongue fuck you—slide my tongue into your cum-slick cunt and oh-h-h...”
Alan didn’t waste any time performing the act he’d just described. Getting up on his hands and knees, he reversed his position to reveal a dick every bit as hard as it was before.
She slapped him on the ass. “Dammit, Alan! What does it take to stop you? Don’t you ever quit and go to sleep?”
“I did,” he insisted. “But I’m rested now. I can probably keep going until morning.” He peered over his shoulder. “You’re already getting sick of me, aren’t you?”
“I wouldn’t put it that way, exactly. But a little break now and then would be nice.”
“Yes, but I’ve already had a break.”
She stared at him in disbelief. “Are you sure you don’t run women off on purpose? You can’t possibly need that much sex. Nobody does. It’s—it’s unnatural.”
His body sagged in the middle like a swaybacked horse. “See? I told you this would happen. Want me to fill out the restraining order for you, or would you rather do it yourself?”
Emily couldn’t help but laugh. “If you’re trying to get sympathy from me, kiddo, you’re not going to get it. I said I’d give this a shot, and I will—but your wants and needs shouldn’t always come before mine. Right now, I’d like to get some sleep.”
Alan’s expression bordered on panic-stricken. “Promise you won’t tie me up.”
“I won’t. Besides, we’re at my house, remember?”
“I keep forgetting,” he whispered. “That really scares me.”
“Well, then, don’t tempt me to do it. Just remember that when I say I’ve had enough, I really do mean I’ve had enough.” Emily couldn’t believe she’d actually had to say that to a man. She was surprised the words themselves didn’t choke her.
Alan rolled over onto his back, his rigid cock standing up as straight as a flagpole. “I’ll try, but for pity’s sake, Emily, look at my dick!”
It was pretty hard to miss. Stiff and nearly purple with veins popped out all over it, it looked like the penis of Emily’s dreams. She would probably regret it, but at least she now knew the quickest way to get him off. Rolling over, she reached into the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a bottle.
“Here,” she said, tossing it to him. “But I’m warning you, if you bang my ass as hard as you can, it’ll be the last time you get anywhere near it.”
“Oh, I’ll be careful,” he promised. “I think that’s what’s wrong with me anyway. The thought of fucking your ass is making me crazy.”
“Yeah, I know,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I hear that all the time.”
He laughed, gleefully popping open the top and liberally dousing his cock with lubricant. “I’m sure you’re making that up, but I’d be willing to bet I’m not the only one hot after your ass.”
“If so, the others are certainly keeping quiet about it. Although, generally speaking, the way to a woman’s heart is not to walk up to her and tell her you want to nail her asshole.”
“I never said that.”
“Maybe not, but I should have noticed that sleep wasn’t in there with all the care, feeding, foot massages, and love you promised me. I’ll have to be more attentive next time.”
“If there is a next time.” He motioned for her to turn over. “I’d like to be the last new man you have to interview.”
Emily didn’t know if that meant he wanted to stay with her forever, or if, when he was finally finished with her, she’d be so totally fucked that she’d never even think about sex again as long as she lived. Resigned to her fate and not even bothering to lift her head from the pillow, she inched up onto her knees.
“Holy shit.” He blew out a reverent sigh. “Would you get a load of that? I’m about to come just from the sight of it.”
She snorted a laugh. “Like you haven’t seen it before.”
“Yeah, but not like that,” he declared. “It’s...well, it’s fuckin’ beautiful—like an upside down heart.”
“Which is a nice way of saying I’ve got a bit of a bubble-butt,” she amended. “Really, Alan. Don’t just sit there admiring the damn thing. Fuck it and let me go to sleep.”
“My, how romantic,” he drawled. “I don’t believe anyone’s ever said that to me before.”
“First time for everything,” she retorted. Thrusting back at him, she wiggled her hips. “Come on, Alan. Do me.”
His hands were hot and wet against her skin as he teased circles around her anus, coming closer and closer before finally delving inside. No wonder he’d ejaculated when she’d done it to him. Despite her determination not to give him too much encouragement, a long, shuddering sigh escaped her.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby? I love hearing you make sounds like that. Do it again.”
As he chose that particular moment to push his cockhead against her anus, she would’ve moaned again anyway. The pressure alone felt good. Teasing the outer ring soon had her craving more, and she backed up, forcing him in deeper, rocking against him as she fucked his dick with her ass, working him inside at her own pace and depth. Pretty soon, she had him in all the way and moved side to side, grinding his cock into her.
“You’re gonna make me come,” he gasped. “Oh, fuck. Emily!” Letting out a yell, he backed away a little. “I can’t take it. It’s too good.”
He’d only backed off for a second before he was right back inside so far that his pubic hair tickled her buns. “I love your ass, baby.” He ground out the words as though his teeth were clenched together. “Your fuckin’ ass is driving me wild. My dick is gonna pump cream into your cinnamon ring like icing on a cake.”
Cinnamon ring? Icing? Of all the weird things Emily had heard men say at the height of passion—although, generally speaking, most of them didn’t say anything at all—this had to be the strangest. If she hadn’t been enjoying herself so much, she would’ve laughed out loud.
Alan picked up the pace. “I’ve fucked all your holes and covered you with cum, just like you wanted, baby. I’ve even fucked your tits. I can’t hold on much—” His thighs slapped against the back of her legs and she could almost feel his balls unloading as they grated against her swollen pussy lips. “Oh, swweeeet…”
He didn’t stop right away, and with addition of his semen, his dick was slipperier or she was more relaxed or something, because it felt incredible. Eventually, her knees slid out from under her, and Alan’s dick grew soft enough for her muscle tone to push him out. She was vaguely aware of being wiped dry with a towel before she fell asleep.
Alan hadn’t been able to see Emily when he’d awakened during the night, which meant his only choice had been to touch her—with predictable results. Now that the sun was up and shining brightly, he could simply lay there and watch her sleep. Tawny lashes rested on the delicate skin beneath her eyes, freckles dusted the curve of her cheekbone, and her full lips had parted slightly in slumber—all of it beautiful.
She was a living, breathing miracle—the one woman he’d ever met who had the potential to be The One. She probably didn’t realize that, but he would tell her so as soon as she woke up. She needed sleep. Limits, she’d said. There had to be limits
. He’d promised…
I can do this.
When it came to women and sex, self-control had never been Alan’s strong suit. The total abstinence of the past year had taught him how to avoid sex, but not how to temper the drive. When faced with the opportunity, he’d fallen off the wagon and binged like any other addict. Although he could close his eyes, he could still hear her breathing, feel her warmth, and inhale her scent.
He’d actually gotten enough sex the night before, which was a first for him. Unfortunately, he’d had to wear her out to do it. If he was smart—which he was beginning to think he wasn’t—he’d leave right now before she woke up and gazed at him with those fabulous green eyes. He’d never be able to resist her then. She was like chocolate, opium, crack—anything a man could become addicted to.
Rationing. It was the only solution.
He’d never been able to do it before—but then, he’d never gotten enough, either. It might work. All he needed was something else to do…
I’ll fix breakfast.
With one last, lingering look at her, he slid carefully from the bed. He liked her room. Done in mauve, white, and gold, it was feminine without being frilly and had a good, solid sleigh bed. Cherry, maybe. Not surprisingly, he hadn’t noticed a thing about the furnishings the night before and considered it a good sign that he could actually contemplate her bed without nailing her to it.
He winced as his cock began to throb.
Maybe she’ll let me fuck her after breakfast.
Gripping his head in his hands, he turned it resolutely toward the doorway. Now all he had to do was start walking. Unfortunately, his damn dick bobbed with every step, reminding him of what he was leaving behind.
I should take a shower first. That way, if she’s agreeable, at least I’ll be clean.
Her bathroom was even classier than the bedroom. With deep green walls, Travertine tile, and a clear glass door on the shower, it seemed sort of…Italian. She even had terracotta-colored towels.
Maybe I’ll take her to Italy on our honeymoon.
He paused, blinking against the sunlight streaming in through the lace curtains. Honeymoon?
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