by Blue Saffire
I toss her pants over my shoulder when I have them off and I sit on my heels just looking at her. I’ll decide which part of her I want to unwrap next in a moment, right now I just want to look at her. Her eyes drop down to the massive tent in my pants.
She’ll get to meet my beast in a moment; I need to taste her first. I lean in for another taste of her lips as I lift her back from the bed. I loosen the ties at the back of her corset as my lips travel from hers to her neck and then down to her collar bone.
Her small gasps and sighs are music to my ears. When her small hands grip my back, I lose focus and nearly rip the corset the rest of the way from her body. Her perfect perky breasts bounce free and I groan at the sight. She has to be a nice full C cup if not a D. Enough to fill my hands, but not spill over.
Her coffee colored skin is glowing in the candle light. The little lace pink panties she still has on only add to her sweet innocence, as she lies before me waiting for me to take her. I love her dark nipples, it’s like they are calling for my attention. I don’t disappoint them.
I bend over her right breast and pull the hardened tip into my mouth. Her back bows off the bed as she clenches the sheets in her fingertips. My cock is screaming at me to dive inside her wet, fat pussy, but I have waited four months for this and I plan to enjoy every inch of her.
I turn to her other breast and roll my tongue around that nipple before sucking it into my mouth. “Wyatt,” she cries out and I smile against her breast. I haven’t even begun to make her body sing for me. I run my hand up her center, making my way to her other breast to pinch and roll her nipple between my fingertips.
Nellie’s whole body jerks. My eyes flick up to her face. Shit, she is so responsive to my touch. Having enough of teasing us both I move down her body and push her thighs further apart. I flatten my body to lie between her legs and plant my face right in her juicy pussy, sucking her lips through the lace thong that is between me and my prize.
“Wyatt,” she cries again lifting from the bed and pulling her legs back into her chest. I plant my palms beneath her ass drawing her closer to my mouth as I lick along the soaked fabric. I nuzzle her clit and swear I have never smelled a pussy that smells as good as hers.
“I owe you a thong,” I growl before ripping hers from her body. Her body quivers with the action and I attack her juicy pussy.
I have had my fair share of pussy and I have seen all shapes, sizes, and colors, but I have never seen one as beautiful as hers. Her mound is nice and fat, which I had known from staring at it through the tight pants she had on, but as she lies with it open for me, I have a view of the most delicious lips I have ever seen. There delicate even as they are swollen with need and dipping for my attention.
I hum into her folds as I get my first taste. My cock is throbbing as I taste her sweet nectar. I pinch my eyes closed because her taste and the moans coming from her mouth are driving me insane. I lick up to her clit and circle it with my tongue, rolling my piercing around it.
“Oh,” she gasps and reaches for my hair. I suck her clit into my mouth and it is over for her little pussy. “Wyaaaatttt!”
I push a finger into her hot channel just as she explodes into bliss. I don’t let up. I drink it all up and coax more of her goodness out. It is not long before she is coming all over my face once again.
I sit up and look down at her sprawled across my sheets looking like she is wrung out, but I have yet to get this started. She looks gorgeous and I know at this moment that I never want to see another woman like this. She is the only one I want to give this type of pleasure to.
I get off the bed not taking my eyes off of her and loosen the tie on my black pants so that they can drop to the floor. I climb back on the bed reaching for my night table to retrieve a handful of condoms. I place them on the top of the table, collecting one to use.
Moving back between her legs I grab the base of my cock and start to stroke it as I watch her recover. Nellie sits up and looks down at the package that I had kept hidden from her until now. I see the moment she goes from being surprised by my size to being floored by my personal enhancement.
I take a moment to gauge her reaction before I speak, but she is the first to say something. She licks her lips before lifting her eyes to mine. “You’re…it’s pierced,” she asks wrinkling her brows.
I nod letting her take it in. “It’s called a Jacob’s Latter, I have four bars,” I answer.
“Will it hurt,” she asks absentmindedly closing her legs as much as she can to cover her pussy as if already feeling pain.
I chuckle and shake my head. “No, but if you are scared I can take them out. We can try them when you are more comfortable with my size,” I offer.
She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and I swear I feel my cock swell. I’ll take the bars out just to have her wrap that mouth around me. I groan at the thought of her going down on me. Nellie’s brows wrinkle deeper in thought and I see the questions swimming in her eyes.
“Is it better for you with it?” she asks.
I shrug. “I don’t get much feeling from it if that’s what you mean, but watching you enjoy it will turn me on,” I answer honestly. “For you, it will be the equivalent of me wearing a ribbed condom or, at least, that’s what I am told.”
She nods her head eyeing me as I still stroke my cock. I have had the piercings since I was nineteen. I only went as far as the four bars on the underside of my shaft. The shit was painful as fuck in the beginning, but the reaction from girls was worth it. I think they enjoy knowing it is there more than the experience of having it inside them, although I do make it worth it for them.
“Is…,” she pauses and sits up. I need to kiss her so before she finishes I lean over and capture her lips. I deepen the kiss and she clings to me. I can’t hold out much longer before I am inside her. I break the kiss and bring the condom to my lips to open it.
“Wait,” she says shyly. “Does…will it feel better without the condom?” she asks and blushes.
I lift a brow and bite my lip as the thought of being inside her skin to skin takes root in my brain. The beast within is awakened and my need to claim her as mine roars to take her raw.
“I don’t know. I’ve never been with anyone without protection before,” I answer huskily.
“Oh,” she replies and bites her lip.
“Nellie, Baby, I have never been inside anyone without a condom and I was tested about a month and a half ago at a routine checkup. I’m clean I can prove it,” I say as the idea of being inside her with no barriers has me leaking.
“I’ve never done it without protection either,” she whispers. “I was tested right after finding out Barry cheated.”
“Are you on the pill,” I rasp, not that I give a fuck because I would love nothing more than to knock her up and tie her to me for life. Where the hell did that come from?
Nellie shakes her head, “Not the pill, but I get the shot,” she answers.
“Nellie,” I say, barely holding myself back at this point. “If we do this…if I go bare inside you, you are mine. There is no turning back. Waiting for you to make up your mind is no longer an option. Once I slide inside you that seals the deal. You belong to me. So are you sure about this,” I ask staring her right in the eyes.
She nods her head without question and I am tossing the half opened condom to the side as I reach for her thigh with my free hand. I crush her lips with mine as I line up with her entrance. I slip into her slowly as I devour her mouth. Between her fingers biting into my back and her tight pussy squeezing the fuck out of me I have to grit my teeth to keep from exploding on contact.
I am only half way in and I know for a fact that her ex is full of shit. I put my life on it; he couldn’t handle how good this tight pussy felt. I know he covered his lack of control and his embarrassment by making her feel like something was wrong with her. The thought causes me to drive into her to the hilt causing us both to cry out.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
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��Oh shit,” she gasps and wraps her legs around my waist.
“Are you okay,” I ask and kiss her face.
“Yes,” she pants.
“You feel so good,” I moan as I start to move my hips. I start with slow strokes as she adjusts to my size. I am on the thicker side so I know I am stretching her to the max.
Her snug fit has me reaching deep for control. I want to take my time with Nellie instead of pounding into her to get off. In all my thirty years of life, I have never felt anything like this. My head is spinning as I move in and out of her tight sheath.
“Please,” she moans beneath me.
I can tell she is holding back. I growl as I think about how I am going to break down the wall she is hiding behind. Not only will she take all of me like she was made for me, but she will give herself over to me completely.
“Stop holding back,” I command. “You feel so good, Baby. So tight, so wet and deep, give it to me, I want to feel all of you.”
I know my words breakthrough when she plants her feet on the mattress and starts to lift her hips to match mine. I am still giving it to her slow, but I can feel her building fast. I’m not ready to go with her, but I need her to come. I reach between us and massage her little bud.
“Oh, ah, oh,” she cries. “I’m …oh my God, you’re making me cum,” she says it more like she is in awe, and the look in her eyes says the same thing.
I feel her flutter around me and her juices gush just like I wanted them to. Before she can even recover, I toss her right leg over my shoulder and get deeper inside her. I bend my head to her breast to suck it into my mouth. It is no longer an option to move at this torturous pace I need this pussy like I need air.
~B~
Nellie
I. CAN’T. BREATHE. What have I gotten myself into? Wyatt just gave me the best orgasm of my life. I thought I was in bliss when he ate my cookies like his favorite snack, but once he was inside me.
I was surprised by the piercings, but more curious about it in the end. I guess they are right when they say that curiosity killed the cat. My senses are on overload between Wyatt’s hot mouth wrapped around my breast, his thick, long dick in my pussy and the piercings massaging my insides with each thrust.
I haven’t even come down from my own personal euphoria and he is taking me for another ride into bliss. My leg over his shoulder has him in so deep I swear I can taste him. Wyatt lifts his head from my breast and locks his hungry eyes on me.
“I want to fuck you, Baby. Are you ready for me,” he rasps.
I push out a breathless yes, but I was not ready. Nope, not in the least, Wyatt starts to pump and grind his hips into me fast and hard. I pull back the leg that is not resting on his shoulder, but he has other plans. He reaches for my leg wrapping it around his waist.
He feels so good inside me, I am mentally chiding myself for not waiting for Wyatt to be the first man I ever let inside me. Barry was just a waste. This… this feeling that Wyatt is giving me would have been worth the wait. I squeeze my eyes shut and cry out straight nonsense because I do believe my brain has been scrambled.
“Open your eyes, Baby,” he commands. I quickly obey. “Is this how you like it? I can feel your pussy weeping all over my cock. Is it good, Nellie?”
“Oh yes,” I cry out digging my heel into his ass and lifting my hips to meet his powerful thrusts.
“Tell me how good it is. Tell me what you want,” he groans.
“It’s so good. Please don’t stop. I’m going to cum again. I’ve never cum during sex before. You are so good, you feel so good,” I gasp out as his pounding takes my breath away.
Wyatt’s eyes go wide before a wolfish grin takes over his face. “Fuck, that is so hot,” Wyatt growls.
Wyatt starts to pump into me harder triggering my next orgasm like a sharpshooter hitting his target on the dime. We both cry out as my orgasm triggers his own. I feel his hot seed pump into me rope after hot sticky rope. His shaft pulsing inside me sets me off again to my surprise. I am putty beneath him by the time a set of rapid multiples finishes detonating inside me.
Wyatt leans in for a hot kiss before he rolls to his back pulling me along with him. I notice he makes no move to disconnect our union and he is already growing hard again. I wiggle a little on top of him and he squeezes one of my cheeks in his large hand.
“Don’t worry, I’m not finished with you,” he murmurs against the top of my head.
“I didn’t think you were,” I say with a sleepy smile.
Chapter Twelve
Nellie
I wake up and right away I know that I am not in my own bed. The bed in my new place is nothing more than a full sized bed for one, nothing like the California King I am sprawled out on. Secondly, my bed is not half as comfortable as this one. Then there is the scent of the man that I crave even in my sleep.
My sore body tells me that not all of it was a dream. You would think that even after all the times Wyatt took me last night that the last thing I would be dreaming of would be him ravaging my body. Nope, I am obsessed with the man.
The way Wyatt made my body feel was nothing short of amazing. At times, he was tender and attentive, and others while still being attentive to my needs, he gave it to me hard, dirty and raw. My body is buzzing with the memory of his touch.
I crack my eyes open to see that I am in bed alone. I stretch with a big smile on my face. When everything that happened last night hits me I bite my balled fist to keep from squealing out loud. When I calm myself, I catch a whiff of something that smells delicious.
I lift my naked body from the bed and head into the master bath to freshen up. I groan when I look in the mirror at my hair. It is a mess. I try running my fingers through it to tame it, but it’s a lost cause. I wrinkle my nose as I think about my ruined top and thong and the mess that my hair is.
I blush a little as I think of having to call Bean or Heather to ask a favor. I shrug it off for now and head back into the bedroom in search of something to wear for now. I see one of Wyatt’s t-shirts and pull it on to cover up.
Once I feel like I am as decent as I am going to get I pad out of the bedroom and up the hall toward the kitchen. I stop when I see Wyatt standing over the stove, shirtless, with a spatula in hand. I am in awe of the flex of his back as he moves French toast from the pan onto a plate, before placing the next piece into the pan.
Wyatt is just mouthwatering. I lick my lips as I watch him work. He is in the black sleep pants from last night; they are hanging low on his hips molding to that hot ass of his. Everything about him is just so damn delicious.
“Are you just going to stand there staring or are you going to come over here and let me taste those sweet lips,” he says without even turning my way.
A smile beams across my face. I bounce over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind, kissing the smooth skin on his back. He puts down the spatula and turns in my arms. Leaning down and cupping my face he captures my lips.
I lift on my toes needing to get closer to him. He groans into my mouth, lifting me in his arms and placing me on the countertop before stepping in between my legs. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, never breaking the kiss.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he says seductively once he pulls away from my lips.
“I bet you tell that to all the women that stay the night in your bed,” I reply only partially teasing.
“That would be impossible because you are the first woman that has ever stayed the night in my bed,” he says before dropping a kiss on my lips.
“You’re telling me that you have never brought a girl here,” I ask eyeing him warily.
“Nope, I haven’t lived in this house that long. I also learned a long time ago not to bring random women into my space or give them the wrong idea by letting them sleep over. So you beautiful, are the first to spend the night,” he answers.
“Are you making me breakfast,” I smile, satisfied with his answer.
I peek around him to see what all he has prepared. There is the French toast, fresh fruit, and sausage. I never thought I would have Wyatt Black cooking me breakfast in a million years. Honestly, I never would have thought that he could cook.
“Yes, your man is making his woman breakfast. You are going to need the energy for the rest of our afternoon,” the words fall from his lips like a sweet, dark promise.
“So you are saying you are only feeding me for sex,” I say in mock shock and horror.
“While I do plan to have lots and lots of sex with you, I am feeding you because my woman needs to eat,” he croons.
Okay, that is the second time he has called me his woman. I heard it the first time, and my brain is still processing this all. Before I can respond, he pecks my lips and returns back to preparing our plates. Once he is done, he turns and places them both on the island before the breakfast barstools. I move to slip off the counter, but he is back in front of me collecting me from the countertop and carrying me around to the stools. He places me in front of one plate and takes his seat in front of the other.
“Syrup,” he asks holding the bottle over my plate.
“Yup,” I say popping a piece of fruit into my mouth.
After he pours syrup on my French toast, I cut into it and some of the sausages. I close my eyes moaning as the flavors hit my tongue. The French toast is amazing. When I open my eyes, Wyatt is just staring at me with that heated look in his eyes.
“What,” I ask covering my mouth with one hand.
Wyatt pulls my hand from my mouth as he leans in toward me. He licks the corner of my mouth before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. I have to grab the edge of the island top to keep from melting right here.
“I think you better keep those noises to yourself if you don’t want to become my breakfast,” he says huskily when he pulls away.
I swear I sat there for at least a full minute just staring at him as he goes back to his plate and starts in on his breakfast. As I mentally shake myself, I go back to eating as well, but much quieter this time. I peek over at him, and I see him watching me with a smug grin on his handsome face.
