by Lolita Lopez
“Yes,” she said breathlessly and without reservation. “Yours. All yours.”
Smiling, Cord bent low and slurped her clit between his lips. She cried out and bucked against his mouth. Holding tight to her thighs, Cord traced the folds of her sex with his pointed tongue. Up and down, then side to side, his tongue slithered through her wet pussy. He teased her clit with slow circles then dipped down and thrust his tongue inside her. He tongue-fucked her dripping cunt and used his nose to stimulate that pink berry of a clit.
She responded so beautifully. He’d always loved eating pussy, especially when his woman reacted like Daphne. He groaned and hummed hungrily as he gathered her cunt juice on his tongue. He’d never tasted such a delicious pussy and went wild on her.
Daphne cried out at his enthusiasm. She threaded her fingers through his short hair and swiveled her hips. When he licked circles around her clit, Daphne moaned and pressed against him. He found the right rhythm and intensity and concentrated on making her explode. He focused solely on Daphne’s reactions, on her deepening breaths and clenching thighs. He was determined to make this amazing for her. Cord wanted Daphne to know just how good things could be between them.
“Cord! Uh! Ah! Unnhh!” Daphne shattered, her pussy pulsing against his lips. As she started to come down from her climax, he slipped two fingers into her impossibly tight pussy and began to thrust. She gasped as his tongue returned to her sensitive clit. He wanted to see what kind of girl Daphne was. Some women could come fast and hard right after the first climax. Others needed more time between orgasms.
Judging by Daphne’s response, she belonged to the first camp. He alternated sucking her clit with tonguing it fast while his fingers pumped her g-spot over and over again. She bucked her hips and cried out his name. He increased the speed of his flicking tongue, pushing her over the edge of one orgasm and onto another. Her cunt gushed against his chin. He lapped at her cream and moaned happily. This was how he’d dreamed it would be.
“Oh, God! No more!” Daphne inched away from his mouth finally. Her breasts rose and fell as she panted heavily. She clutched at her belly and gulped loudly. When she rose up on her elbows, she looked dazed. She gazed down at him in awe. “It’s never worked. Not with the others.”
Bemused, he tilted his head. “What?”
Her cheeks flushed. “I’ve never been able to come during sex.”
Her frank admission stilled him. How had any man been stupid enough to leave her wanting more? She exuded such passion it simply boggled his mind to think her other lovers had failed to show her the full potential of her body’s ability to climax.
He rubbed her thighs and grinned up at her, his chin and lips still slicked with her shiny cum. “When you’re with me, you always come first, sugar.”
At his statement, Daphne’s eyes flashed with excitement. Cord wiped his slick lips on her lower tummy. His cock ached for release and strained against the cotton and denim. He was hard enough to fuck through a brick wall. He wanted to bury himself in her tight, wet heat.
Heart pounding against his chest, he stood and removed his jeans and boxers. He found a condom in a bedside drawer and tossed it onto the bed. Daphne sat up, her feet dangling above the floor, and reached for him. She kissed his stomach and flicked her tongue over his navel. Her short nails scratched lightly down his thighs as she brushed her lips side to side over his happy trail. His dick twitched at her nearness. Pre-cum dripped from the slitted head.
“Daphne!” Cord breathed her name when she licked the droplet from his skin. He’d dreamed of this moment, had stroked himself to orgasm by fantasizing about her sucking him off. Her plump, slick lips enveloped the head of his cock. Her tongue fluttered over the sensitive crown. His toes curled when she moved even lower and licked his sac. She sucked one ball and then the other between her lips and rolled her tongue across them. His jaw clenched at the overwhelming sensations she evoked with her skilled mouth.
His eyes widened when she licked her palm and used it to stroke his rigid length while sucking on the purpling head. Her other hand worked his sac. He slid his fingers through her hair and watched his cock disappear into the warmth of her mouth. She made little noises of pleasure. The humming sounds vibrated through his dick and filtered into his belly.
When she deep-throated him without warning, Cord saw stars. His knees threatened to buckle. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard and moaned around his cock. His calves tensed. If he didn’t stop her, he would come too soon.
With a loud groan, he wrenched free of her mouth. He closed his eyes and counted to ten, terrified to move or breathe for fear of coming. When he regained control, Cord cupped her face. “You’re amazing.”
Daphne grinned impishly. “You’re rather wonderful yourself.”
Cord laughed and helped her stand. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, darlin’.”
He shoved her back onto the bed. She giggled madly as he nipped at her neck and bit her earlobe. Moving between her thighs, he hastily applied the condom. Holding his shaft in his hand, he ran the blunt tip up and down her creamy slit. He drew lazy circles around her clit. “Do you like that, sugar?”
“Yes!” Her hips rotated as she tried to milk every last ounce of sensation from his teasing movement. She clutched at his sides. “Fuck me, Cord. Fuck me hard.”
How could he possibly deny her request?
Cord entered Daphne with one swift thrust. They both groaned at the sudden meeting of their bodies. Cord savored the feeling of being buried in her tight channel. He claimed her mouth and pumped his hips. His fingers spanned her waist as he sat back on his heels and pounded into her slippery cunt. Her nails bit into his forearms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his ass, urging him to take her with more force. A small voice in the back of his mind told him to slow it down, to take his time and enjoy every second of their first coupling but his rampaging hormones demanded he kick up the pace and make her scream.
Holding his own building orgasm in check, Cord gave Daphne exactly what she wanted. He thrust fast and furious, shaking the wooden frame of his four poster bed with his vigor. His thumb found her clit and massaged it in time with his plunging cock. Daphne cried out again and again, his name leaving her lips like some kind of mantra. Her pussy fluttered around his dick. She was going to come.
“That’s it, Daphne. Come for me. Come all over my cock.”
Her shoulders arched up off the bed. Thighs clenching his waist, she bucked wildly as she came. Cord marshaled his self-control and managed not to hurtle over the precipice with her. He thought of anything and everything but the overwhelming desire to pound right through to his own mind-blowing orgasm.
A beautiful pink flush blossomed on her skin. He slowed his thrusts until he stilled completely. She was breathtaking with her hair fanned around her face and undulating body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Cord shifted until he lay over her, his weight supported on his knees and elbows. He kissed her deeply, lovingly, and caressed her face. Slower now, he resumed his thrusts.
Daphne lifted her hips to meet every one. She curled her arms around his shoulders and dragged her lips over his jaw and along the side of his throat. He tucked his nose against her neck and took her with long, languid strokes. Her breaths buffeted his ear as she whispered naughty encouragements. Their mating had shifted from something nearly feral in its intensity to something akin to a meeting of souls.
Cord lifted his head and gazed into her green orbs. He’d never seen such tenderness reflected in a woman’s eyes. The passionate sincerity rocked him to the very core. He intertwined their fingers over her head and made love to her with all the gentleness he could manage. However sentimental or sappy it sounded, Cord wanted Daphne always to remember this stormy night, the first time they’d come together as lovers.
Daphne inhaled sharply, seemingly shocked by her climax. He followed a second later, surrendering completely to the rhythmic clamping of her pussy around his cock. He couldn’t ever
remember coming so hard. He lost the ability to breathe or make noise and simply jerked and pulsed as his seed rocketed through his rigid length.
*
In the aftermath of their coupling, Daphne allowed Cord to gather her close to his chest. He’d rolled away only briefly to deal with the condom. He seemed to crave the intimacy of skin-to-skin contact as much as she did. She snuggled close and breathed in his scent. His heartbeat thudded against her ear. The two other times she’d had sex, Daphne had experienced a nerve-wracking uncertainty. Should she stay? Should she go? What in the world was she supposed to say?
But not tonight. Resting in the crook of Cord’s arm felt natural and right. She didn’t ever want to leave his side.
“All right, sugar?”
Daphne pecked his cheek. “Just fine. You?”
“Boneless,” he said with a deep laugh. “I couldn’t move if the house was on fire.”
She giggled and burrowed closer. Feeling a bit pensive, she drew her initials on his chest. She’d never been with such an amazing specimen of masculinity. He was a man’s man if ever she’d seen one. There wasn’t an inch of his body that wasn’t well-toned. Earlier, in the dying daylight, she’d noticed the pale scars standing out against his tanned skin. His hands and arms had been subjected to quite a bit of abuse working with his cattle and horses. Seeing them, she’d been consumed with the urge to kiss each and every old hurt.
“I’m sorry,” Cord said thickly.
Confused, Daphne lifted up on her elbow. She could just make out his eyes as streaks of lightning colored the night sky. “For?”
“The cold way I treated you. It wasn’t right.”
“No,” she agreed. “But I think I understand.”
“Do you?” Cord shifted until he loomed over her. His finger traced her jaw. “The second I saw you I could hardly breathe but I knew it was wouldn’t work. We’re from different worlds.”
“Not so different.” Daphne grazed her lips over his stubbled chin. “We’re about to be family.”
“Kate and Derek’s situation isn’t the same as ours.”
Daphne hazarded a guess. “Because Derek is the wealthy one?”
Cord nodded stiffly. “I can get over the age difference. It’s just a number. That you’re better educated than me doesn’t bother me either. You blow me away when you talk about astrophysics. But, Daphne,” he sighed, “you’re used to a certain kind of life, to luxuries and travel. I can’t give you that.”
“I don’t need you to give me that, Cord.” Daphne tenderly nuzzled her nose against his. “I have a crap ton of my own money. Besides, money is the least of my worries. All I need is love and support from my man. That’s it.”
His eyebrows arched. “That’s it?”
Daphne grinned mischievously. “Well the hot sex is a nice bonus.”
Cord laughed and kissed her until her toes tingled. When he pulled away, he seemed a bit sobered. “No regrets?”
“Never.” Daphne sifted her fingers through his close cropped hair. Sticky wetness seeped between her thighs. Sweat dried on her skin. “Let’s take a bath.”
“Sure.” Cord slid from the bed and held out his hand. She followed him into the bathroom. He reached for the light switch but stopped. “Candles okay? These lights are pretty bright.”
“Better than okay,” she said, already imagining the relaxing ambience.
“Wait here.”
Cord disappeared and returned a few minutes later with matches and a box of votives. He placed them strategically around the bathroom and lit the wicks. Daphne filled the old-fashioned tub with steamy water. Cord climbed in first. His callused hands steadied her hips as she sank down in front of him. Nestling close to her back, Cord wrapped his arms around her waist and noisily kissed her neck. They silently enjoyed the heat for a while.
“I’m going to put a lot of miles on my truck.”
Daphne glanced over her shoulder. “How so?”
“You’ll be just down the street at UT working on your PhD. I don’t expect you to drive up here all the time.”
She smiled at his description. Just down the street? Try nearly a hundred miles. “We can alternate weekends or meet up twice a month instead of four times. We’ll make it work.”
“I doubt Derek is going to be very happy when he gets back from Austin.” Cord chuckled against her neck. “Can he throw a punch?”
Daphne rolled her eyes and laughed. “I seriously doubt he’ll care enough to knock you flat on your ass. We’ve always had a live and let live relationship.”
“I hope Kate understands.”
She kissed his forearm. “She will. She’s one of the best people I’ve ever known.” Daphne turned her face until she could reach his cheek. She planted a kiss there. “You did really well raising her.”
“It wasn’t easy but I did my best. Half of the time I muddled through it. A twentysomething bachelor isn’t very well qualified to raise a teenage girl.”
“I think you did fabulously.”
He smiled and kissed her temple. “Thanks.”
Daphne moaned as Cord’s big, strong hands drifted over her breasts and stroked her belly. His lips were on her shoulder, his tongue swirling against her skin. When his hand moved lower, she sucked in a quick breath. He parted her gently and massaged her clit. Heat pooled in her lower belly. She could feel her pussy getting wet.
“Do you like it when I rub your pussy?”
Daphne shivered at Cord’s question. No man had ever spoken so dirty to her. When he’d claimed her pussy as his earlier, she’d nearly come right then and there. “Yes.”
“I can still smell your cunt, still taste it on my lips.”
“Cord!”
“You have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”
“Oh, God!” Her breathless whisper seemed only to encourage him. He was obviously turned on by saying such filthy things. His fat cock prodded her ass. She shifted against it, wiggling and lifting her hips until it slid between her thighs. The length of his steely rod pushed against her pussy. She grasped the base and squirmed until it pressed against her entrance. That she was flirting with danger only heightened the thrill.
Cord’s hand stilled. “I should grab a condom.”
“I’m on the Pill. I’ve never had unprotected sex with my other two partners.”
“I haven’t either but I’ve had more partners than you. I won’t put you at risk—regardless of how minimal it might be.”
Although the sudden interruption to their lovemaking annoyed Daphne, she recognized it as a statement of just how much he cared for her. He carefully moved her off his lap and got out of the tub. Daphne stepped out and pulled the plug. Water droplets clung to her skin.
In a matter of seconds, Cord returned to the bathroom. He ripped open the condom package and slid on the sheath. “We’ll get this,”—he pointed to the condom—,“taken care of as soon as possible so we can lose the latex.”
Daphne nodded, more than willing to run in to see her OB/GYN for an STD panel. Before she could make a move, Cord took control. Gripping her hips, he bent her over the countertop and forced her legs open with his foot against her ankle. Her eyes widened. She’d always secretly craved such domination. Quivers of anticipation pierced her tummy.
Cord crouched a little and nudged his cock against her slit. She lifted her bottom until he slipped inside. She was so wet and hot for him. His wide girth stretched her pussy. His cock bumped against the mouth of her womb. She stood on tiptoes to accept his thrusts.
Their gazes met in the mirror. Daphne could see he was holding back. She wanted him to unleash all of that restraint. She wanted him to be wild and rough with her. Shoving back against him, Daphne clutched at his waist. “Harder!”
Cord’s gaze turned smoky. His next thrust was so powerful it knocked the air right from her lungs. “Like that?”
“Yes.” Daphne’s feet bounced off the floor as he jackhammered her cunt. When his hand fisted in her hair and tugged, she
cried out with shock. Sparks exploded in her lower belly. Cord’s free hand slid around her front and clamped over her breasts. He roughly tweaked and twisted her nipple. She gasped as her pussy squeezed his cock. When he chuckled knowingly, she realized he’d figured it out.
“Do you want it hard, Daphne? Do you want it rough?”
“Yes! Yes, please.” Her begging tone seemed to spur him on and excite him.
“You want me to take control? Will you submit to me when we’re together?”
“Yes. Yes. Anything you want. Anything.” She vibrated with exhilaration. It was everything she’d always wanted. He was everything she’d always wanted and needed.
He pulled her tightly against his rippling abs, lifting her from the floor completely. “Touch yourself, Daphne.” His eyes flashed in the mirror. “Rub your clit until you come.”
She was powerless to refuse. Her fingers found the pink pearl and slipped in the cream coating her skin. She’d never been so wet. Something about Cord did this to her, turned her on so incredibly much.
Her fingers flicked her clit. Cord slammed into her pussy over and over again. Her entire body shook with the force of their mating. Low in her belly, desire curled and hummed. She vibrated with the power of it. Tendrils of ecstasy snaked through her thighs and into her chest. Her pussy clenched at his thrusting cock.
He seemed to sense how closely she hovered to flying over the brink. “Do you love my cock?”
“Yes, Cord.” She panted and strummed her clit faster. “I love it. Love your big cock pounding my pussy.”
“My pussy,” he corrected and slapped her breast, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to sting. “Say it, Daphne.”
“Your pussy. This is your pussy.” Her cunt pulsed at his commanding voice. “Oh, god. I’m going to come. Please,” she begged. “Can I come?”
His mouth twitched and he pinched her nipple. “Come, Daphne. Come hard, sugar.”
She rubbed her clit even faster and inhaled shuddery breaths. Screaming his name, she exploded in absolute bliss. Cord’s arm tightened around her as he repeatedly pounded into her. The impact of his cock deep within her pussy intensified the ripples of her orgasm. Their gazes held in the mirror. Cord’s jaw clenched—and a moment later he slammed into her so hard she gasped. His jerky movements shook her body as he filled the latex.
