From her position on her knees at his feet, she sat back and drank him in without embarrassment. Frankly, she was content to simply stare at how beautiful he was forever. Seeing him in all his naked glory made a flood of desire drench her already damp panties. His cock was huge. She studied the size and shape of it and marveled that something so big had been inside her. Feeling her sex clench at the memory of the way he’d pounded into her brought a small smile to her lips.
Reaching out with tentative fingers, Lacey explored his hardness, gasping slightly when it throbbed at her touch. She’d never considered the male penis all that much before now. Sure, she knew basic anatomy but this was something else entirely. Knowing his sex had swelled with desire for her was a heady realization. He was hard because of her. The thought made her shiver with satisfaction.
Both hands were on him now, running gentle caresses along his impressive length. Not sure what to do, she looked up into his face as she cradled his balls in one hand and gripped his staff with the other.
“Show me,” was all she said. He knew what she was asking because he moved her hands away and proceeded to give her a bird’s eye view of him stroking from root to tip while he cupped his balls. She watched fascinated, her breath hitching every now and then, while he showed her how to handle him.
What a glorious instrument the male cock was with skin much softer than she imagined, stretched taut by desire. She really couldn’t help the involuntary way she licked her lips while she sat there transfixed by what was before her eyes. As if the turgid length of him wasn’t enough to scorch her panties off, the plump, bulbous head held a definite fascination for her. Remembering how it felt to have that fat knob push her lips wide as it sought entrance to her body, made her moan out loud.
His knowing gaze told her he was remembering what it felt like too. When a glob of clear fluid leaked from the tip, Lacey gathered it with her finger and brought it to her mouth. He tasted, well…. he tasted yummy. After inserting the finger into her mouth, she was rewarded with a look so hot and scorching, from where he loomed high above her, that she winced from the intensity he was showing.
Now it was her turn to be the one stroking his cock. She wanted to turn him on, yes. But she wanted to answer her own desires as well. It was a tiny bit shocking to realize how much she wanted to lick him with her tongue, take him into her mouth. Considering the size of him she wondered just how much she’d be able to take. It was time to find out.
Rising up onto her knees, she reached out and swept his hands aside so she could replace his touch with her own. He was so tall that being on her knees brought his cock and balls within easy reach of her mouth. Holding him with both hands, she aimed him at her lips while dipping down swiftly to leave a wet, sucking kiss on the fleshy tip that emerged from her grasp.
Cameron groaned like a man in agony while readjusting the stance of his trembling legs. Drawing away from his tense, sexually charged body, Lacey employed one of the oldest coquettish ploys known to women the world over when she gazed up at him through lowered eyes, head slightly tilted. The primal man inside would recognize her actions as flirtatious and submissive. It was seduction with modesty.
Using her hands to mimic the strokes he’d shown her, it was easy to fall into a heart-pounding trance as she watched his flesh slide through her fingers. He was harder and wider than she imagined and the skin she touched felt hot and flushed. When his hand reached out to cover hers, she gasped when he showed her just how tight she could grip him. No need to be gentle apparently!
Before long she had explored him enough with eyes and hands. Feeding the pulsing in her core, she let loose the hungry need to take him into her mouth. This is what she’d been fantasizing about. Was she supposed to feel this needy for his taste? She didn’t know.
Lifting his cock with her hand to expose the underside, Lacey flattened her tongue against the vein she found throbbing and licked her way along his length. When she arrived at the head she swirled her tongue around the ridged flesh and once again, kissed him gently right on the tip. His dick quivered and she smiled.
Cupping the twin spheres below, she angled his hard-on to make it easy for her to slide her open mouth down his shaft in slow, sucking waves that found her taking more of him than she first thought possible. She liked the way he felt sliding along her tongue. Even liked the slight gag that let her know he was deep in her throat.
It was thrilling when she felt his hands slide into her hair and grip the back of her head. In the darkened room lit by the flames glowing in the big fireplace, their shadows blended as one each time her mouth sank on his staff. She was moaning, saliva spilling from her mouth as she tongued his swollen flesh and sucked him with greedy delight. She loved his big hands holding her tight as his hips tensed and bucked from what she was making him feel.
It wasn’t enough. He was holding back, she could feel it. God, but she wanted him wild and out-of-control. The way he had made her each time they’d been together. Realizing he was probably only indulging her needs rather than addressing his own, she doubled down with a ferocious onslaught of sucking and licking intended to bring him to his knees.
He was growling at her, low and serious. He didn’t want to come in her mouth but she had no intention of letting him play the gentleman. No, she wanted to know what it would feel like when he lost his reserve and let her have all of him. Every inch. Every drop. Every spasm.
Plunging her head up and down she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth until she was desperate to taste that last part of him. He gave up trying to pull her away from his straining cock. The way it throbbed and twitched against her tongue made Lacey whimper as he fucked her mouth while he swelled even larger. Grabbing his ass she submitted to the pressure of his hands and the thrusting of his hips.
An explosion of raw heat detonated in her pussy at the same time his hips bucked involuntarily. Cameron threw his head back letting go a throaty growl while his cock jerked uncontrollably against her tongue as he came in rapid spurts of heated liquid. It was like nothing she could have ever imagined. The heat, his helpless response, her wildly sucking mouth. It was all so hot. She worked on his glorious cock until the last drop had been squeezed from him. He tasted wild and musky. She loved it.
When it was over, she let his softening sex slide from her mouth and sat back to study her handiwork. The sight of her saliva mixed with his come glistening on his flesh hit her like a sledgehammer. His hand was still tangled in her hair when she leaned forward one last time and sweetly kissed his beautiful, beautiful cock. She wasn’t sure what she looked like but assumed her lips would be swollen and her hair a mess with the moist traces from what she’d just done showing around her mouth like a badge of honor.
He picked her up, guiding her with the hand still clutched against her head. She rose up and found herself crushed against his much larger frame as he grabbed a handful of her ass and hauled her tight against him. He looked at her for a long moment then crashed his mouth down on hers. Yes! her heart cried as he devoured the response that leapt from her soul.
Flinging her arms around his neck she lifted her body against his, rubbing her aching breasts against the soft hair on his solid chest. His kiss was rough and insistent. She went wherever he led, gave when he demanded more, and opened to him as completely as she could.
Somewhere in the midst of that incendiary kiss she must have lost herself so completely that it hadn’t registered when he’d swept her into his arms and moved them into his bedroom. It wasn’t until she heard the door slam and felt herself flying through the air that she came to her senses. She was sprawled rather ungracefully on a huge wood bed large enough for an entire family. He yanked the bedspread from under her ass tossing it to the floor at the foot of the bed.
Trying to right herself into some sort of position that didn’t resemble a quivering mess she was stopped by his grasp on her hips. Pulling her forward to the edge of the bed, he tugged her panties off and spread her thighs before she had t
ime to process what he was doing. In that position she was completely exposed to his gaze. All she could do was slump back onto the cushioned mattress and tremble while his eyes devoured her the way she had him.
Lacey knew he could easily see how excited she had gotten from sucking him off just moments earlier. She was wet and aching for his possession. Mimicking the way she had tasted his fluid he ran a single finger up and down her slit, unfurling her pussy lips and coating his finger with her excitement. When he licked the creamy fluid from his finger she undulated her hips and moaned. He didn’t miss the message in her rolling hips because he suddenly thrust his middle finger deep inside her and wiggled it around.
“Oh, Cameron,” she cried over and over. Hearing his heavy breathing mixed with her quiet moans nearly took her to the edge and fast.
He removed his finger from her wet heat but kept his hands between her legs, holding her open. “I love how fucking wet you are.” Her sex clenched at his words. “Mmmm, that’s right Ponytail. Clench that beautiful pussy for me. I want to see you explode with cream. For me, babe. Only for me.”
He licked her then. First along her gaping hole and then at the cluster of nerves that made up her distended clit. She dug her heels into the mattress and bucked against his tongue. He laughed and said, “My lady likes that, hmmm?” while he flicked his clever tongue against those nerves over and over until her insides were clenching frantically.
“You’re playing with fire, y’know,” she murmured as he had done earlier.
Sinking his teeth into her inner thigh he sent shockwaves up and down her spine. “I know,” he answered. “Paybacks are a bitch, aren’t they?”
Then it was her hand tangled in his hair, holding his head the way he had done to her. This time it was her hips bucking wildly as his tongue and lips worked her sensitive nub. When he pushed his finger back into her dripping wetness and sucked her clit into his mouth she went up and over so fast she could only cry out in helpless abandon as a pulsing climax ripped her apart.
Instead of calming once the tension from her aching body eased, Lacey took advantage of the release to gather herself together and push forward. He still wasn’t ready to open up completely so she had more work to do. Before her orgasm had subsided she pulled him onto the bed, scooted back to give him room, and then pushed him down onto his back. Straddling his hips she put her hands on his and made a half-hearted attempt to hold him down. His laughter at her actions brought a huge smile spreading across her face.
“Don’t think I can hold you down?” she taunted. Leaning forward she let her breasts swing slightly across his chest. The harsh breath he sucked in wiped the laugh from his face as her pebbled nipples connected with his skin.
Suddenly, he sat up, gathering her snugly against his groin with his hands on her ass. “Witch,” he replied a scant second before his mouth latched onto her neck.
She was losing control fast so she whimpered quietly in his ear, “Don’t leave like that again. I won’t be ignored, Cameron.” He looked at her and nodded.
“Have you forgiven me yet, Ponytail?”
“No,” she answered bitingly. “What are you going to do to make it up to me?”
In their present position as she straddled his hips and sat high in his lap, her breasts danced near his face in a clear invitation he didn’t hesitate to take advantage of. Cupping both breasts she felt his hot breath scorch her skin as he kneaded her aching flesh. Finally, when she couldn’t take anymore he guided a tightly beaded nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.
Lacey really, really liked the visual of his dark head feasting on her flesh. She found watching him suckle her breasts profoundly sensual. The way his mouth opened wide to take in as much as he could brought a moan of pleasure from deep inside. When he released her nipple and her breast popped from his mouth with a heavy jiggle, something snapped inside her. Taking the other fleshy mound in his hand, he applied the same torturous suckling until she was writhing in his lap, both hands clutching his head as he brought her swiftly to the edge.
Only the sensation of his chest, heaving deep with each breath, stopped her from falling apart. Proof that he was as equally as undone as she was reminded Lacey that breaking down his barriers and getting them to a place where he could admit to feeling something for her was key.
Reaching between their bodies she quickly enfolded his reawakened cock in her hand and brought it to the opening of her body. It took but a second after that to forcefully impale herself on his surging staff causing Cameron’s head to roll back in surprise. She seriously doubted he was prepared for her to be the aggressor, taking from him what she needed.
With his hands clutching her hips he grunted once or twice as he physically moved her around on his rapidly swelling dick. She let him have his way for a bit, enjoying every minute of his possession. He showed her how to bring her knees up tight to his side, with her feet on the bed as he pumped up into her. It felt incredible. She rocked against him, whimpering and gasping. He was so damn big. With her arms locked around his neck his hands were free to explore every inch of naked skin on her body.
Eventually their motion slowed and became less frenzied. Lacey could feel his heart banging against his chest where she was pressed up against him. Each thundering beat throbbed in his cock as well. Connecting with him on such a basic level was exquisitely erotic and deeply satisfying.
He must have felt it too because she heard him groaning softly. This was where she belonged. Somehow, this was home. Cameron buried deep in her body, the two of them plastered against one another, lover’s moans and the delicious sound of her wet pussy devouring him. It was so perfect. She felt complete.
The scorching realization that she loved the man quivering in her embrace filled her heart and caused a tidal wave of intense heat and creamy desire to flood her core. His hands grabbed hold of her ass and held her firm while his pulsing cock danced inside her.
His head fell to her shoulder where he nuzzled her neck and groaned her name. Happiness welled up inside her heart. Pushing him onto his back and rearranging her legs so she could ride him home, Lacey silently prayed that he was finally close to flying without a parachute.
He kept his eyes locked to hers and his hands on her voluptuous breasts as she began moving on him. In this position she had all the control so she took them on a guided tour of every stroke and angle imaginable. Occasionally she would stop moving and lean down to kiss him with an awful lot of tongue and a good deal of saliva flowing between them. Everything really was better when wet.
He tried to force her to pick up speed by bucking his hips but she refused to relinquish control. No, she preferred a slow, languid rhythm intended to drive him wild. She knew it was working when he began thrashing beneath her.
“Is this what you wanted, darlin’?” she drawled next to his ear, wanting to remind him that while he may have started this, she was going to finish it.
His response was something between a menacing growl and a helpless moan. She plunged slowly onto his cock, taking him balls deep, and then stopped. His gaze smoldered while his cheekbones flushed and his neck tensed. When she ground her pussy against his groin with a slow rolling of her hips, his eyes closed as a frustrated hiss tore from his throat.
She leaned in, nipped at his ear, and then licked the same spot. He groaned out loud. “Tell me. I need to know,” she growled while letting loose with a flurry of hard slapping thrusts that had them both grunting and shaking with raw need.
With her pussy tightening, she could feel the orgasm building from a place so deep inside that it almost hurt. He was pressing against more than her cervix. This complicated man, her dark knight, was invading her heart and soul.
Slowing once more she asked again, punctuating her words with deep, rolling stabs of her hips. “Tell me, is this what you wanted?”
When she tightened her inner muscles for emphasis his control snapped. Surging up into her he cried out a strangled, “Yes! Yes! Oh my God, Lacey. Yes!” Heari
ng her name burst from his lips in the throes of their passion made her seriously lose her shit.
He didn’t stop there. As she continued rolling and grinding her hips while her pussy clenched and contracted around him he went wild underneath her, bucking and groaning, calling her name over and over.
Hearing him shout her name pushed her body to maximum sensory overload, splintering into a million shards shot with a pleasure so exquisite she cried out as her hips rode his. He was coming undone as her climax overtook upon them. Was that her screaming?
Suddenly he wrapped her in his arms and pulled her down for a blazing kiss that stopped at nothing. With his tongue mimicking each upward thrust of his cock, she felt him go rigid and swell even larger. When he exploded deep inside her she whimpered into his neck, chanting his name.
What happened next was completely unexpected. As his balls emptied into her wet depths and he cried out her name over and over, just as his orgasm began to subside he murmured low and deep, “I need you, baby. Need you,” tightening his arms until she was crushed to his still shaking body.
Wow, she thought. Mission accomplished.
Slowly coming awake, Cam absorbed a shit ton of sensory input before his eyes even opened. A feeling of peaceful calm, like none he’d known before, enveloped his body and mind. Remembering how his Ponytail had taken them on a sensual journey that had ended with him shouting her name as he exploded inside her, made his morning hard-on spike higher and harder with each passing second. Her delicious scent hung in the air and clung to his skin. It was going to be a very good morning.
Turning on his side, Cam was preparing to reach for her when his opening eyes caught sight of the empty space next to him in bed. Sitting up in a hurry he saw the imprint of her head on the empty pillow but absolutely nothing else lingered in his room to suggest she’d even been there. The panties he’d torn off her weren’t anywhere to be seen. What the fuck? Where the hell was she?
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