You own my dick. Along with my heart and every other fuckin’ piece of me. I’m hopelessly devoted to only you. Oh… um… holy hot man gravy… wow… that’s… I’m feeling a bit pink and mushy. I nearly melt into a puddle of sparkly goo as my insides go bird flappy insane. So many sensations. So much… fluttery warmth. The maddening contradictions quicken my heart rate, and insight a riot between my rubbery legs. Squeezing my thighs together to suppress the growing war in my loins, a toe-curling shot of pleasure shoots up my spine, and down my fingertips where it stops to signal my brain. The urge to touch, to feel, to get off, is suddenly so overwhelming I have to reach out and catch myself on the mantel. A torrent of wetness soaks through the fabric of my comfy cottons and leggings. Any second now and I’ll combust. How this man can invoke such strong feelings from me is… intense.
Closing my eyes, I exhale a harsh breath to gather my wits. Talking about his dick shouldn’t do this to me. My clit shouldn’t be firing on all cylinders. But that… dick… and that… Mmm… fine ass.
I bite my bottom lip at the mere thought.
“Babe. Are you alright?” Ryker asks, raw concern lacing his words.
Nodding on repeat, I squeak an, “Umm-hmm.”
There’s a rustling of bedsheets and creaking of the mattress as Ryker readjusts. I’m too damn consumed right now to look. Inhaling and exhaling in a methodic pattern begins to lessen the ache between my thighs. My vice grip on the mantel loosens between each breath. There, not so bad. I can control this. Hormones don’t own me, I own the hormones. Suckas!
“Sweetheart, look at me,” Ryker coaxes in the gentlest tone.
Holding up my pointer finger, I signal for him to give me a moment. I’m almost regulated. See, I can do it. Mind over matter and all that horse doo doo.
Ryker clears his throat. “No. Babe. I need you to look now. Please.”
Fine. Since he asked nicely.
Rolling my shoulders, I blink a couple times to clear my vision, then lift my gaze.
Wha…
What…
What!?
“Wh—what are you doing?”
He’s lying flat on his back naked! N-a-k-e-d. Oh-my-aching-nipples-god. The towel’s gone. The blankets are bunched at the end of the bed, and his cock is… magnificent. Hard. So very hard. The tip’s glistening with a pearl of pre-cum. My mouth waters at the sight. Why’s he doing this to me? This isn’t fucking fair. If it wouldn’t make me look like a five-year-old having a temper tantrum, I’d stomp my foot right now, and whine about how unfair life is. Because I know for a fact he can’t have sex. I’ve read the doctors instructions. He has to wait six weeks for the wound on his thigh to heal well enough. Plus, there was a bunch of other reasons I skimmed over before tossing the paperwork on the counter with an exaggerated huff. Life truly isn’t fair. Not when you have a man with abs that fine, pecs sculpted by the God’s, and nipple rings that beckon for you to play. I fucking hate him and his sexy body. Damn him. I curse those V hips, that cute belly button, strong jaw, perfect lips, and those eyes. You might as well put me out of my misery now because this is pure torture.
Grinning like the devil himself, Ryker taps his lips with two fingers. “Come on up here, beautiful.”
“What? Why…why… would I do that?” I croak.
“So I can eat your pussy.”
Yikes.
Eat my… That sounds…wond—
Nope… Can’t do it.
A shiver passes through me as I shake my head. “That’s not possible,” I half-ass contend. Which sounds more like I’m trying to convince myself, not him.
First and foremost he almost died less than two weeks ago, and if that wasn’t an issue, dying again from suffocation by way of your baby’s mama is justification número dos. All of this, should not sit on all that. Death by pussy is not a good way to go. And I don’t give a hoot who says otherwise.
Undeterred, Ryker taps those fine lips a second time, eyes sparking with mischief. “I wanna lick your pussy. It’s possible. The doc said I can’t fuck. And I gotta agree with him. I’m sore all the damn time. But that ain’t gonna stop me from gettin’ you off.”
“I don’t wanna hurt… or… suffocate you.” I cringe.
Ryker snorts. “You’ve got nothin’ to worry about. Look at it this way, you’re doin’ me a favor. I’m hungry for some pussy, and you’re helpin’ a crippled man out.”
My eyes couldn’t roll any harder. “You’re not crippled, smart ass.”
“I am if that’s what gets your sexy ass up here to give me a taste. I’ve wanted to go down on you since I got home, but couldn’t think of a logistical way ‘til now. All you gotta do is straddle my face, hold the headboard for support, and let me feast for a while. Trust me, you’ll love it.”
“I… I can’t d d…do that,” I sputter, rechecking my grip on the mantle to make sure it’ll hold should my trembling legs give out. This isn’t right. All this dirty talk has my libido running rampant. I’m trying hard not to let it seep into my brain, but I’m bound to fail. He’s too tempting for words.
“Kat, I’m gonna count to five. If your pussy lips aren’t kissin’ mine, I’m climbin’ outta this bed, crawlin’ across the fuckin’ floor, and tonguin’ your slit regardless if it’s gonna hurt me or not. I wanna eat. Feed me.”
My stomach flip flops as a flood of wetness collects between the juncture of my thighs.
Sighing long and hard, my resistance fades. I glower at the stubborn jerk. “You can’t keep threatening me this way.”
“I will if it works.”
“What if it doesn’t?”
“Then I’m gettin’ outta the bed to get what I want—you.”
The stern expression Ryker wears tells me everything I need to know. He’s not joking. And as much as I don’t want to give in to the bastard, I also kinda do. The deciding factor is his safety. If it takes me breaking out of my comfort zone to ‘feed him’ then I guess I’ll do it. Poor me. Has to get her pussy licked. Darn. Such a hassle. I just pray he doesn’t suffocate to death. That would be a crying shame.
Shaking out my legs to test their strength, I make sure they’re stable enough to release the fireplace mantel, before dipping my fingers into the top of my leggings. Refusing to overthink, I tug them down along with my panties in one fumbling, unsexy maneuver. Ryker sucks in a sharp breath as I expose my pale, freshly shaved legs. It might’ve taken me thirty minutes to get these smooth, along with my girl bits, but they’re done-ish. Kicking out of the garments, I stretch to my full height, which isn’t much. Instinctively, I cover my girl parts with folded hands and rock back on my heels. This is weird. I dunno if I can go through with it.
Ryker urges me forward with the crook of his finger. “Off with the shirt and bra.” He swipes his bottom lip with his tongue, leaving a sheen that I wanna taste.
This isn’t going to work.
I can’t take off the rest of my clothes.
It’s one thing to be naked when you’re not three weeks from your due date. This close and I’m the size of the Goodyear blimp. The stretch marks covering my stomach are deep purple. My breasts are swollen and leaky. Not exactly a turn on.
When I don’t move, the naughty glint in Ryker’s eyes softens around the edges, nibbling away at my hard outer shell that keeps me from throwing all caution to the wind. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart. You know I think you’re gorgeous. Seein’ you pregnant gets me so hard I could pound a dozen nails through a steel beam.”
Flattery shouldn’t get you everywhere, but it does. I take a tiny step closer.
He keeps going. “That’s it. I can’t wait to taste you.”
Another step.
“Tongue that sweet slit until you burst all over my face, screamin’ my name.”
Oh, Jesus. I blow out a shaky breath. If he keeps talking nasty like that, I’m gonna come before I ever get his tongue on me.
Another step.
Two more and I’ll be there.
Ryker ta
stes those lips again, his smoldering eyes burning a hole through me. “That’s it,” he husks, wrapping a fist around his erection, and giving it one hot, languid pull from root to tip. Arching his back, his eyelids slide closed, and he moans as if touching himself is the most pleasurable thing he’s ever felt. It’s so fucking hot to watch that I find myself slipping a finger through my soaked cleft to rub my clit. Clenching my molars together, I bite back a moan.
Ryker tugs again. Another even needier moan draws from his soul. His good leg bends at the knee, heel driving into the mattress, toes flexing, as he fucks his fist in slow, unhurried tugs. Watching him fall apart bit by bit, I remove the rest of my clothes, unable to tear my eyes away. Discarding my bra and shirt, I return my finger to my achy bits and draw pleasure from his. This is the sexiest thing I’ve done in my life… or one of them.
“Kat,” Ryker cries out, completely wrecked from touching himself. “I need you. I fuckin’ need you so bad, babe.” He flicks his pink tongue against his bottom lip, beckoning me to sit.
Tossing my insecurities aside, I carefully crawl onto the bed and straddle Ryker’s face. He adjusts me a little using one strong arm as he keeps the other hand wrapped around his member. Following his previous instructions, I curve both hands over the lip of the headboard and settle close to his lips.
Nuzzling his nose to my clit, Ryker presses a tender kiss to my entrance. Then another, which is followed by the poke of his tongue as if he’s sampling the vintage. He does it again, slipping inside a fraction and swirling. Expelling a shuddery breath, I nearly break apart at the glorious touch.
Yesss.
Moaning against my wet flesh, he continues to play with himself. The vibrations send rapturous pleasure through my already aching sex. Gripping the wooden bedframe harder, I toss my head back and part my lips, relishing the unfettered ecstasy.
That’s it.
This is…
Sweet Moses.
My thighs tremble, heat churning in my gut.
If he keeps this up, I’m gonna come all over his face.
Ryker
I’m losin’ my goddamn mind. Kat’s scent and sweet taste has corrupted me. The more I eat her pussy, the more I want. Like a starved animal, I quit sampling the goods and dive in. Ravaging her entrance, spearing it with my tongue like I would my throbbing cock, I eat my woman until I’ve got her trembling so violently I’m worried she may hurt herself. A heady moan rips from her throat, spurring me on as she grinds against my face—possessed.
Fuck yeah. That’s right, baby, ride my fuckin’ face and make it yours. Cum all over it. Make my skin burn and tongue cramp. I want it. I want it all so fuckin’ much. I love you. I love you more than life itself. Ride it, beautiful. That’s it.
Not giving two damns about my dick, I focus all energy on the love of my life and devour her cunt. Kat cries out, mumbling a string of incoherent words as she palms the top of my bald head, connecting. Happiness beyond my wildest imagination throbs alongside my heart. I’m gonna ruin her. I have to make her lose her mind like she has mine. I can’t be the only one who feels this.
Fuck, she’s incredible.
Reaching around with both hands, I palm her full tits. Kat wails a broken song, back arching, when I pluck her stiff nipples. Warm liquid drips down my fingertips makin’ my cock lurch. Needin’ more, I roll those marbles on repeat and draw her clit into my mouth.
“Oh… Oh God.” She thrashes, and the headboard creaks from the force of her grip. The hand on my head curls inward, nails digging into flesh. The sharp bite of pain yanks a hoarse moan from my throat, kickin’ my hunger up a notch.
That’s it, my little Tiger. Let it go. Make me bleed.
Knowin’ I can’t encourage her with words, I focus my energy on makin’ her shatter. Suckin’ her clit, I flick my tongue sharply over the bud, then draw our names across the sweet flesh. By the time I reach the end of Kat’s surname, her world unravels. Slamming her hips down so I can no longer move, a torrent of fluid drenches half my face as she screams, “Ryyyykker!”
Unlatching from her clit, to give it a moments rest, I slide back inside the warm hole my dick wants to take up residence in. Lapping her juices, not wanting them to go to waste, her pussy clenches and unclenches around my invading tongue as it rides the orgasmic surf to shore.
Damn, she tastes delicious.
My cock jerks a nod, slapping my belly in agreement, painting my skin with pre-cum.
Hunching forward, exhaling a shuddery groan, Kat trembles through a series of aftershocks as she extracts her claws from my skull. “F-fuck. I’m so sorry,” she bemoans, throat scratchy.
I wanna tell her it’s alright, that I don’t mind. Except my mouth is too preoccupied and I don’t plan on stopping my ministrations anytime soon. One orgasm down, another five or ten to go.
Kat
Floating outside my body, lethargy befalls my legs as I try to pull away from the talented mouth hell-bent on killing me. Another intense orgasm ebbs to nothingness, yet Ryker doesn’t release his ironclad hold on my thighs. Softly, he licks me clean with tiny flicks, followed by languid flat tongue passes that run from my clit to asshole. Where he stops to awaken the nerve endings. Ages ago I gave up on counting climaxes. If he keeps lavishing my backdoor, I’m gonna need to come again. I don’t want to. I’m so spent I can’t feel anything aside from the pulsing between my thighs and the mouth that consumes me there. It’s as if I’m nothing more than a pussy bent at the will of one sexy man, whenever he demands, by way of tongue, to detonate. He’s the match and I the dynamite.
Ryker groans his enjoyment as he circles my rosebud, urging it open.
Swallowing the saliva pooling in my mouth, I lick my lips to moisten them before rubbing them together to spread the wetness like a balm. Forehead resting on a pillow of arms that are propped against the headboard, my traitorous hips swivel counterclockwise to keep time with his probing.
“Christ, Ryker, I—I can’t take this anymore. Plllease stop,” I beg, tears forming at the corners of my eyes from overstimulation. I’m so tired, yet it all feels good. Too good.
Ryker growls like a savage and answers my plea by pushing his tongue into my sphincter. It shouldn’t ignite the flame of need in my belly or force a wanton moan from my throat, yet does. I fall victim to his assault. I the marionette and he my puppeteer. He yanks my strings, and I dance. In this case, my droopy eyes fall shut on their own accord, and I let the overwhelming heat of lust, love, and infinite ecstasy uncoil, then spread throughout my limbs like wildfire.
An orgasm builds in my ass as he kisses and fucks me there, delving deeper inside with each pass. The mounting pleasure flows forth to my pussy, where it awakens my clit. With a final flick of his tongue, I lose all sense of myself, as heat as hot as the sun flares. I cry out his name, unable to stop the madness. Muscles engage. I writhe. Moans pour freely. Ears ring. Heart thuds. The world ceases to exist for an endless moment.
Then it all floats back to the present in a grey-tinged fog.
No more. I’m done. Stick a fork in me.
Tapping Ryker’s sweat-slicked head, I pry one hand off my thigh, then the other, before dismounting his face and melting into a puddle of mush on the bed beside him. Ryker turns over and pecks my forehead down to my mouth, where he presses a sweet kiss that smells of me. It’s not a bad scent.
Knowing he didn’t get off, and I really want him to, I curl onto my side, lips still pressed to his, and fist his drenched cock.
Ryker shudders from toes to nose as I pump him from root to tip.
“F-f-uck, K-Kat.” He thrusts into my grip once, stills, then moans like a wrecked man against my lips as he breaks apart. Hot jets of cum spring from his slit, bathing my hand, him, and part of the bed. But I don’t let go. I stroke him faster, drawing out his orgasm until he too is writhing, begging me through broken cries to stop. Except, I heed his request and grant him mercy. I release my hold on him by gently laying his softening rod on his belly, before flo
pping onto my back.
Listing my head to the side, we meet each other’s hooded gaze. Our fingers fold together between us, resting on the dirty sheets. “I love you, Kat,” Ryker mutters.
“I love you, too,” I admit without hesitation, or any sense of worry about what’ll come next. I’m too tired to think about tomorrow.
It’s nappy time.
Kat
“Mom.” Someone nudges my arm. “Mom, wake up.”
Popping one eye open, I come face to face with a smiling Roxie. For a brief moment, I wonder where I am, and why she’s in here. Then a lightbulb clicks on, and I clumsily knife up in bed. Crap, I fell asleep after all those orgasms, and now my kids are home! Roxie’s in the bedroom, and I’m… I glance down at my state of complete undress. Shit. Shit. Double shit. Panic seizes me as I clutch at my chest, and glance over my shoulder to see Ryker dead to the world, lying on his back with his arms fanned above his head, much like Walker from earlier today. I heave a sigh of relief that there’s at least a scrap of sheet covering him from the waist down. Lord Almighty, that was a close one, I nearly had a freaking heart attack.
Pretending it isn’t a big deal that my daughter caught me naked in bed with her father, I slide off the mattress, and redress myself at a steady, unhurried pace. When on the inside, I’m dying a thousand deaths, about to puke my guts out, and my hands are shaking. Why didn’t we think to lock the damn door? This cannot happen again. Ever. It was too close of a call. If he didn’t look so damn sexy sleeping peacefully, with a small smile playing on his lips, I might actually punch Ryker in the junk for getting us into this mess in the first place. I didn’t ask to have my pussy licked. He demanded it—or else. Not that I’m complaining, exactly. It’s thirty percent my fault for agreeing to this madness. Shame hits me square in the chest as I turn back around to see Roxie now staring down at Walker in his bassinet.
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