A small and rusted Toyota made a U-turn in the gravel driveway, but the way he stopped had the headlights flashing right in her face. There were some murmured voices, but she couldn’t hear what was being said over the heavy bass coming from the car, or see who Court was talking to because of the headlights. After a few minutes the car left the property. Before Lilly could get out Court was opening the door for her. He held two brown bags in his arm, and the scent of chicken filled her nose. “You ordered food for our picnic?”
He grinned and didn’t look sheepish at all. “Believe me, you do not want me cooking for you. I manage to burn toast.”
That had her laughing. She grabbed his hand he held out and got out of the car. They made their way toward the front door, and once he had it unlocked and opened he allowed her to enter first. He turned the light on, and she heard him close the door. Inside was what she would have expected for a bachelor in terms of furnishings. It was clean, but it smelled of lemon, and she had a feeling he had cleaned it before she came over. That had her chuckling. He hadn’t been lying when he said the place was small. There was one couch that looked the worse for wear, but the TV was big and looked expensive.
“I’m going to get this shit together. Make yourself at home.” He had an eloquent way with words.
She turned to face him. He was in the kitchen, and the entryway allowed her to see only partially, but she saw stainless steel appliances and a black and white décor. The sound of him grabbing some plates and of the dishes clanking together could be heard. She didn’t see any decorations aside from a few framed pictures of motorcycles, and even one with a half-naked chick on it. Lilly moved closer to that one and saw that it was actually a painting—a very realistic painting, but one nonetheless.
Minutes later and Court was coming back into the living room. She grabbed the dishes from him, but didn’t know exactly what his plans were, so she stood there and took cues from him.
He grabbed a blanket off of the couch and set the bags of food on the coffee table. “I hope you’re ready for some home cooking.” He gave her this devilish grin and motioned for her to come closer. Once they were seated on the blanket and he had the food out and dished onto the plates, they ate for a few minutes in silence. Court grabbed a bottle of champagne from beside her that she hadn’t even seen him carrying, and produced two glasses.
“You’re full of surprises.” She took one of the wine glasses and brought it to her mouth. Taking a sip of the light yellow liquid, she let the bubbles dance along her tongue “So, home cooking to you is fried chicken and sides that are delivered to your door?” She was teasing, and fortunately he grinned.
“Baby, compared to what I could have cooked for you, this is gold.”
“Maybe one of these days I’ll cook a real meal for you?”
He stopped eating, and there was this strange expression on his face.
“What’s wrong?” She set her food down, too.
He shook his head. “Nothing. It’s just having you cook for me is a pretty special fucking thing.” They stared at each other for a moment, and although there was silence between them it didn’t seem uncomfortable or strange given the intensity with which he had just said those words.
“Well, I never thought someone would think my cooking would be that special. You must not have tasted it before.” It was like this man could look at her and she felt like no one else mattered in the world to him but her.
“No one does.”
Had she said those damn words aloud?
“For me, there is only you, Lilly.”
Suddenly she didn’t want any food. All she wanted was Court, and seeing the way she could make out the long, thick length of his erection as his pressed against his jeans, told her that food wasn’t on his mind either. “I was afraid of going out tonight because of my face.” She lifted her hand and touched the tender spot right under her eye.
“I wouldn’t have taken you anywhere public, because I could sense that you were uncomfortable. Besides,” he leaned in until their breaths mingled together.
She smelled the slightly fruity flavor of the champagne on his breath, and her pulse pounded hard and fast between her legs. She wanted him desperately, wanted to feel his callused hands slide along her body as he took off her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but her panties were nothing more than a strip of fabric right up the center of her ass. She felt the material move along her now soaked pussy lips, and nearly closed her eyes as her pulse beat heavily right in her clit. It felt like she had two hearts, one in her chest and another between her thighs.
“I saw you wearing this dress and instantly got so fucking hard.” His mouth was so close to hers that she felt his lips brush along hers with every word he formed. “All I could think about was taking you back to my house, stripping this dress off of your body, and feasting on you.” He tilted his head and ran the very tip of his tongue along her jawline. “And I’m starving, baby, so damn hungry for you that if I’m not careful there wouldn’t be anything left of you when I get finished.”
Chapter Nine
Court was having a hard time keeping his bear under control. The beast wanted out, wanted to claim Lilly right now. But he needed to remind himself that she was still healing, and that although she told him she wanted this, if he took her in the way he really wanted to, he might hurt her further. Court liked the rough kind of sex, the one where he kept a female’s hand pinned at the base of her spine. He liked to push the hair off of her shoulder so he could see the long, smooth column of her throat, and plunged his dick into her tight, warm heat. No, that was a lie. He didn’t do that to anyone he fucked. In fact, this was the first time he had thought about looking at the smooth arch of Lilly’s neck as he fucked her deep and hard and claimed her the way a male did his female. And she was his female, irrevocably.
“Court?”
“Yeah, baby?” He continued to run his tongue along her jawline and groaned at the sweet flavor of her skin. His cock throbbed behind the zipper of his jeans, and his bear paced right below the surface of his skin. He was feral, territorial, and wanted to possess every inch of this female until she acknowledged that she was his, and that she always would be.
“Take me to your bed, remind me how powerful you can be.” She pulled back and looked in his face. “Remind me of how powerful you can be between my legs.”
A low, needy growl left him, and in a matter of seconds he had her in his arms and was striding to his bedroom. Forget about dinner, because he was about to eat her alive until she came so fucking hard his ears would ring from her screams and his bear would be able to sample the nectar that would surely flow from her lush, curvy body. He set her on the center of his bed and took a step back and just stared at her. Her dress had risen up, and the majority of her thighs were visible. They were smooth and creamy in color, and all he kept thinking about was parting them and watching as her pussy lips spread wide so he could see her wetness. Court’s mouth literally watered when that image slammed into his brain. He reached down and pressed his hand right over his dick, applying pressure and trying to ease the ache in his shaft.
“The way you’re looking at me is a little frightening.” She said this on a whisper.
Court inhaled, but didn’t smell any fear. In fact, all he smelled from her was arousal and the need to be with him. “You should be frightened of what I want to do to you.” He removed his cut and set it on the dresser, and grabbed the hem of his shirt. Once he had the t-shirt off and tossed it to the floor, he went for his belt and undid it, and once his zipper was down he took off his pants. Was he rushing this along? Maybe, but he had never wanted a female as much as he wanted her. To be honest, ever since he had taken her at that field party it had been hard to be with anyone else. She was all he thought about, all he pictured when he closed his eyes. He should have taken that as a big fucking red sign that he was being a dumbass in staying away.
“Court?”
He blinked and realized that he had been thin
king about the past, and there was no more time for that. Now all he wanted to focus on was this hot fucking female right in front of him. “Take off the dress and sweater, Lilly.” Court could hear his bear in his voice. It had a rough, harsh quality to it, one that was slightly distorted and on edge. Even through the blue material of her cardigan he saw her hardened nipples. They were so fucking erect that he wanted to bury his face between her breasts and rub his cheeks on the stiff peaks.
She sat up and went for the lone button that was keeping the two halves of the cardigan together. Once that was removed and tossed aside her stared at the huge mounds that were all but spilling from her the top of her dress. She had always been a thicker girl while growing up, and once she hit high school that baby fat had turned into womanly curves. But it wasn’t until that damn graduation party that he fully appreciated the fullness of her thighs, or the way her tits were well over a handful.
“Although I am all about you teasing me and removing the dress slowly, right now I am pushing my will to stay in control.” Fortunately, she didn’t try to be a little seductress, although he knew she could do that without even trying.
When the straps of her dress were off her shoulder, she reached behind her back and he heard a zipper being lowered. She looked up at him with her big blue eyes, and swallowed. Keeping her gaze right on him, she pushed the top of her dress down. Her breasts bounced free of their confinement, and Court couldn’t stop himself from grabbing the base of his cock and stroking himself from root to tip.
“Touch yourself, Lilly. I want to see you grab those big tits and roll them around.” His chest rose and fell violently, and he couldn’t help it. “Imagine it’s me touching you, baby.” A drop of pre-cum lined the tip of his dick, and he spread it around his head, adding lubrication as he jerked himself off and watched Lilly. He could have easily gone over there and touched her himself, but watching her lift her hands and grab the mounds like she was doing right now was a much better visual, and arousing all on its own. He would go over there and touch every inch of her, lick every part of her body, and feel her writhe beneath him, but he wanted this visual temptation first.
“Like this?” Her voice was low, and he watched as a blush stole her cheeks and covered her chest. She ran her palms up and down her breasts, and then curled her fingers into the giving flesh.
“Yeah, baby, just like that.” That was it. He couldn’t take any more of this delicious torture, and although he wanted to be really fucking rough with her, wanted to feel her surrender as he took her, they had many, many more times for that. He climbed up on the bed and reached for the straps of her panties on either side of her hips. Slowly bringing the thin material down, he stared at her chest as she continued to touch herself. The scent of her arousal slammed into his nose once the underwear was gone, but he didn’t need to tell her what he wanted. She was already lying back and spreading her thighs, Then again this was what she wanted, too. That much was clear, and it still stunned the hell out of him that he was lucky enough to have her as his female.
“I want this, Court. God, I want this so badly.” She had her hands off her breasts and her fingers digging into the mattress.
“Lilly, if you had any idea how much I want you right now it would scare the fuck out of you.” Placing a hand on both of her thighs and slowly moving his fingers toward her pussy, he exerted pressure until she spread even wider for him. Court watched with a primal hunger as her labia spread open, and her darker pink, soaked flesh was revealed. He had been the first one to have that, to claim her, and nothing would ever take that away from him. He slowly moved his gaze over her ribs, saw the bruises, but forced himself to stay calm. He continued his appraisal of rounded stomach, but when he saw more bruising on her thighs his rage boiled within him at a fast and intense rate. But before he could get any angrier he felt her hands on either side of his face, and the pressure she used to lift his head so he was looking into her eyes. His rage lessened, and all he felt was calm as he stared into her face. Even his bear eased marginally, and Court knew that this woman had a lot of fucking control over him.
“Don’t go there. I know I’m not right now.” She smiled and pushed herself up so she could kiss him.
Court broke the kiss and moved between her thighs once more. With his wide shoulders between them there was no way she could close them—if she wanted to—and block herself from what he was going to do. The scent of her pussy was musky and sweet, and it felt like his tongue swelled with the need to run the length through the center of her body. But he didn’t deny either of them any longer. There had been enough time elapsed between them to last a lifetime. Placing a thumb on either side of her pussy, he pulled apart her flesh even further and covered her entire slit with his mouth. He worked his tongue in her hole, moved it in and out, and then flattened it and slid it all the way up her cleft and closed his mouth around her clit. The breathy sound she made was like adding fuel to the fire of his need to make her come in his mouth. Over and over, he licked and sucked at her, keeping her open with his thumbs and making sure to memorize every inch of her cunt. The bastard within him wanted out, wanted to tear Lilly up in only the best of ways, but this was Court’s time with his girl, and no way was the animal he held within taking that from him. But that didn’t stop his bear from still trying. His nails turned into claws, and he felt his incisors elongate. The gasp that came from her when she clearly felt the sharpness of them had his cock jerking in response.
“Court, God, Court, I can see your bear trying to get through.” She didn’t sound afraid or disgusted, and by the warm gush of cream that spilled from her and the scent of her lust Court knew she liked it.
He lifted his head from between her thighs and felt the product of her arousal cover his mouth. He knew his bear was right there, despite him trying desperately to keep him back. Not answering because he didn’t know if he could form a coherent word right now, he covered her pussy with his mouth again and sucked on her clit harder than before. He needed her to come, needed to her cry out her orgasm and beg for more. And then she was tensing and reaching out to tangle her hands in his hair.
“Oh God, Court. Yes, right there.”
He sucked faster and slipped his hand lower so he could shove a finger deep inside of her. Instantly her inner muscles clenched around the digit, and he added another one right when she came. “You’re so hot and tight, and all this wetness is for me, baby.”
She groaned out loudly and pulled at his hair hard enough that the sting went down his spine. But he wanted more from her.
He pulled away when he sensed her orgasm waning, and got off of the bed only long enough to grab a condom from his wallet and sheath himself. Court moved back between her legs, smoothed his hands over her thighs and up her belly, and then molded his palms right over the huge mounds of her breasts. Her areolas were a dark rose color, and he couldn’t help himself from leaning down and sucking on the stiff peaks for a few seconds. He would have gone longer, feasted on her succulent flesh, but his dick was roaring out to be buried inside of her. Court allowed himself just a second longer to look at her wet cunt. Taking hold of the base of his dick, he aligned the tip of his shaft with her small opening and started to push inside.
She gasped and tried to close her legs as if on instinct.
The head of his cock broke through the opening, and a groan left him when she clenched around him. “Christ, Lilly.” Court closed his eyes and groaned out deeply at the incredible tightness of her body. “You’re so fucking primed for me, baby.”
“Yeah, I am.” She panted out those words.
Court continued to push inside of her, deep and slow until his balls rested against the big, soft and fleshy mounds of her ass. They both made a low sound in their throats, and Court opened his eyes, not realizing he had kept them shut this entire time. He looked down at where his body was connected with her, saw the way her pink flesh was stretched around him wide, and felt his pulse shoot up as he looked at all the glistening wetness
coating her. It was all for him. Court pulled out almost all the way, and then pushed back in slowly. Over and over, he thrust deep inside of her, loving the sound of their wet flesh slapping together every time he slammed into her. He started to increase his speed and trained his gaze on her tits, which were bouncing wildly from his actions. His hold on her hips was firm, but the force with which he was fucking her had her body sliding up the bed. Reaching up and curling his hand around her shoulder, Court anchored her and continued to slide his dick in and out of her fast and hard until the only things that filled his head was her heavy breathing, her soft mewls, and the erotic sounds of their bodies meeting.
“It’s so good, Court.” She had her hands on her breasts and to his surprise and pleasure started tugging at her nipples.
“That’s fucking it, Lilly. Pull on your nipples until it hurts so good.”
A gasp left her. She closed her eyes and her lips parted, and he sensed another orgasm about to break free from her. She arched her neck and cried out long and softly, and he increased his speed. His bear broke free enough that the asshole could enjoy this as well, and shit were they both enjoying it. It was like watching a masterpiece being created as she came right below him. The rhythmic pulls of her inner muscles along his shaft would have had him coming right along with her, but he held himself back. He wasn’t ready to let this end just yet, not when there were more parts of her body he wanted to taste.
She relaxed on the bed and breathed out roughly. “God, Court.”
A light sheen of sweat covered her chest, and Court leaned down and ran his tongue along the tiny beads of wetness. The salty sweetness that invaded his taste buds had him wanting more. Before the little tremors that shook her body waned, he pulled out of her, heard her gasp, and flipped her onto her belly gently, so as not to hurt her side. Grabbing a pillow from beside her head, Court placed it under her hips. Her ass was popped up, and he immediately grabbed a cheek in each hand and spread her wide. Hidden beneath the full mounds was the tight, pink hole of her anus. He had always been an ass man, and Lilly had one that went on for miles. It made his cock go even harder, and had been the image that he had jerked himself off to.
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