Why Him?: May December Romance (Mistaken Identities Book 1)

by Rie Warren

  “You love it.” I found the sash of her dress, then a row of fabric-covered buttons along the side of her ribs. “Gonna get sassy with me tonight?”

  Her head reared up, and she nipped me on the chin. “I’m sassy every night.”

  “Wouldn’t know. You only let me see you once a week.” Unraveling the dress, spinning her with it, I stopped her when the whole thing swished to the floor to lie at an expensive heap at her feet.

  “You know the rules, Jude,” she sassed back with a finger pointed at me.

  A finger I swooped to take into my mouth. Her eyelids drooped as I curled my tongue around the tip, rasping it, licking her flesh, holding her by her wrist until she shook and shivered.

  With one last deep slow suck—exactly the way she liked to suck my cock—I popped her finger free.

  Catherine lolled forward, her mouth finding the cords of my throat before I pressed her back with the low spoken words, “Me first.”

  “Is that any way to treat a lady?”

  “Are you really a lady when you’re with me?”

  Her fingers boldly caressed the clearly defined cock ready to rip through my jeans, and her slim eyebrows arched. “I don’t want to be. Not with you.”

  It took supreme effort to pull her hand from my dick and place it at her side. Especially when she pouted. But I had things to do . . . to her.

  Rounding her—on the verge of pounding straight into her—I took Catherine in from all sides.

  And. Fuck. Me. The lacy thing beneath the dress could make a sane man lose his mind. I held in a groan, sucked in a curse, started sweating in a trickle down my spine.

  This thing was hot beyond imagining. Catherine must’ve been in the sun over the weekend, because her skin was more tawny than usual, making the pearly gray teddy hugging her body appear silver. And the teddy itself? Oh, damn. I took measured steps while my heart fucking raced in my chest and my cock fucking raged in my jeans. The lingerie plunged low between her tits, baring a swath of flesh as well as revealing the tight pink smudges of her nipples beneath a veil of lace. It rode high on her hips, and—when I roamed behind her—covered her full heart-shaped ass in a silken caress.

  My breath fanned the small curls of hair at the nape of her neck, and I bracketed her warm hip in one hand. I set about freeing her hair with the other until all the pins clattered to the floor and the whole mass of fragrant waves tumbled free.

  “Did you wear this for me?” I skimmed my knuckles down the center of her back.

  Her head lifted with a haughty toss of her hair. “No. I wore it for me.”

  “Good.” So good. “Does it make you feel sexy, wearing all this naughty lingerie under your pretty dresses, Catherine?”

  “Yes.”

  “’Cause you know how fucking wild you make me?” From behind, I took a tight grip of her hair and bit and sucked at her neck.

  “You make me wild too.”

  My nostrils flared, and I smelled her. Wet wanton female.

  “Don’t take another thing off, darlin’.” Taking her hand, I moved to the bed.

  I remained fully clothed, and fully hard. While I lazily stretched out, she stood, dressed only in the teddy, her stockings that ended in lacy bands at her thighs, and the high heels.

  “Put that beautiful pussy on my face.”

  She hesitated with a blush. “I haven’t ever . . . ridden a man’s face before.”

  “That’s what makes it better.” I tugged her closer, hungry for her taste.

  She crawled on top of me, over my chest. She rested her knees beside my head, and I guided her hands to the headboard.

  “Grab on. Because you’re not getting my cock anywhere near your mouth until you explode all over my mouth.”

  “Jude, are you . . . Ahhhh!”

  I sealed my mouth against the crotch of the teddy, running my tongue along the tight seam of her slit. Catherine always came to me with a smooth pussy except for a tiny arrow of darker auburn hair above.

  She always came to me with a soaking wet pussy.

  I savored the taste of her leaking through the sheer gusset, stirring the slippery juice with my tongue until she smeared all over my lips.

  As soon as her thighs began to tremble and her belly hollowed, I pulled the crotch aside and dragged her completely down until she sat fully on my mouth. Hungrily and noisily slurping her beautiful swollen cunt, I lapped all over before tucking her clit between my lips.

  My cheeks became wet. My chin too. My nose was buried in her soft curls, and she must’ve dabbed perfume on her pussy because I smelled the scent mixing with her delicious, delicate, welling wetness.

  Grabbing her ass in two big handfuls, I swiveled my tongue as far inside her as I could, grunting and groaning.

  She shook above me, moaning and whimpering. Her head hung back, and her tits thrust out. I reached up, pulled down on the top of her lingerie, and her breasts bounced free. My mouth playing around her engorged clit, I palmed her tits, roughly groping her full flesh.

  “Fuck, Catherine. You should see how wet your cunt is,” I murmured.

  When I said cunt, her pussy twitched and another bead of liquid escaped the pink swells of her lips.

  “Oh yeah, darlin’. Drip on my face, you fucking hot babe.”

  I waited with my tongue extended until that drop stretched in a slippery skein and splashed into my mouth. Then I jerked her back onto my face for a furious feast.

  “Jude. Jude!” Banging her fist against the headboard, she came and came hard.

  She tried to crawl off me as her breasts heaved and her pussy puffed out, but I hauled her right back. I attacked her with ferocious greed, nearly growling as I primed her slippery sex for another shrieking orgasm.

  The second time, she wailed even louder. She reached down and twisted my hair in her fingers, yanking me against her tasty wet hole.

  All the while, I groaned, muttering into her slickness about her being my insatiable wet cunt, my horny fuck slut. She must’ve heard me because a third orgasm flashed through her when I slid a finger deep inside her and started thrusting in and out.

  Weakly hanging over me, she pressed my head back. Her eyes were mere green-black slits as she peered down at my face—a face that was wet and had to be stern with my own aroused need.

  “No more. Too much,” she whispered. “Oh, God. That was . . . I can’t . . .”

  I kissed the insides of her thighs. I pulled my finger from her sucking wetness and licked it clean while she watched. I stared at her then drew a fingertip around first one dangling nipple then the other.

  “I need . . .”

  Rolling her off me and onto her back, I crouched above her. “What do you need? My cock?”

  She shoved me away, and I went with it, letting her upend me to my back.

  “My turn.”

  Far be it for me to argue. My dick was trying to fight its way out of my jeans, and there was a growing stain from my leaking tip. Catherine impatiently tore at my shirt. I let her do all the work, my smirk decidedly sexual.

  Jesus, she was intense when she needed to fuck.

  She flung the shirt across the room, then she dragged me from the bed, fingers attacking my jeans while I kicked off my shoes.

  She rested her forehead against my clenching abs, hastily dragging my jeans down.

  When she saw I’d gone commando—the nest of black pubes revealed—she whimpered out, “Yesyesyes.”

  I shut my eyes, hand cradling the back of her head, and kicked off the jeans. Then I took a step back from her and looked down.

  Catherine kneeled there in front of me with the silvery teddy baring her tits. Nipples distended like hard candy, and no sight had ever hit me harder in the balls. And man, my balls were fucking boiling with a week’s worth of cum.

  Instead of face-fucking her immediately like I wanted to—like she wanted me to—I teased her mercilessly. I held my cock over her face, fisting the swollen length with long slow strokes that made precum roll from
the flared head. I dabbed the wet heavy head against her left cheek, her right cheek, her chin.

  “Jude . . .” She bit her bottom lip, tits squeezed between her arms.

  I gently slapped my cock where my precum had landed, sending up soft thuds and little splashes.

  Her lips popped open, and her mouth followed the path of my cock like a hungry little kitten that wanted her milk.

  “Open those blowjob lips. Stick out your tongue.”

  She obeyed immediately, and I moved to her side. Gripping the nape of her neck, I rolled my turgid dick across her outstretched tongue and then back. I pulled away when she tried to curl her tongue around the shiny swollen head.

  Repositioning Catherine’s face, I dipped my cockhead in and out of her parted lips again and again with wet pops while she gurgled and panted for more.

  Then I ringed those plump lips with gooey strands of precum, and she immediately licked my taste clean.

  I played with her until the veins on my shaft popped up. Until her fingernails began digging into my straining thighs. Until she watched my cock desperately.

  “Not until I hear you begging. You got yours. Now I want mine.” Pulling hard on her hair, I tapped her lips one more time. “I need you to tell me.”

  Catherine nuzzled her mouth just beneath the cliff of the head. “Please, Jude, please. I want your cock in my mouth.”

  Nostrils flaring, I finally fed my prick into her waiting mouth, her wet, willing mouth. And she whimpered as her lashes drifted down, her tongue lusciously swirling around and around and around.

  A harsh grunt tumbled from my mouth, and I nearly frigging lost my footing. “You’re so fucking good at that, darlin’.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  Cady

  ON MY KNEES IN front of Jude, I sucked his cock. I greedily serviced him. I loved it. His smell. His taste. The long thick stretch of his dick plunging in and out of my mouth.

  It was seedy. Vulgar. Dirty. All the things I’d never been before, and it was . . . liberating.

  I let my saliva swill all over his huge cock because I knew he liked it sloppy. But that was as far as my concessions went. This was my time.

  “You look so hot, there on your knees, your face stuffed full of my cock.” His coarse words drifted down to me, and his hands—such big hands—cradled the sides of my head.

  I moaned at his crude praise, but I wanted to make him unable to speak altogether. Unable to think of anything but coming down my throat.

  Pulling off him, I let his cock snap up to his incredible abs. Then I licked all around the thick base, mouthing him, kissing him where his male scent was the strongest. His tight black curls tickled my nose, and I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply.

  My hands caressed along his deep pelvic grooves then across to the rod of his flesh I anchored down so I could continue my wet kisses all over the thick slick shaft. When I reached the purplish cap, I hummed as I lapped another drop of preejaculate onto my thirsty tongue. Then I drove my head up and down, just slightly, taking more of his cock inside with each pass.

  Jude’s body was phenomenal, the only blemish on his huge frame a long scar on one knee. I’d never had my hands on so many big smooth muscles. And the slight mat of black fur on his chest . . . well, there was just no way I’d ever mistake him for a boy again.

  Jude was a man, all man.

  And the most magnificent part of him? His cock. The thick cylinder of flesh was hefty, heavy, covered in a network of veins that pulsed angrily the more I sucked him. The broad head seeped more precum than I’d ever encountered, a tasty snack.

  I giggled wetly, popping him out of my mouth.

  “Somethin’ funny?”

  I loved how he started drawling when he was extremely turned on. Loved how his beautiful blue eyes flashed darkly. Loved how his face became harsh in the low evening light of the room.

  He levered his cock away from my mouth, but that was okay, I’d just go after his balls.

  Which I did, pursing my lips around one meaty testicle while mumbling, “Nothing funny at all. I love your cock. Love your taste. Love your smell, Jude.”

  A breath hissed between his teeth as I worshipped his full sac. The two orbs were heavy, virile with cum. I gave him a lustful wet ball bath, my head wedged between his brawny thighs. I stroked him at the same time, twisting my palm over the slick head every so often. That always made him flinch and twist and groan my name. What he thought was my name anyway. And at those times I wished I’d told him the truth just so I could hear his dirty praise directed at me, Cady.

  “Goddammit, Catherine. Gotta fuck your face now. Lemme fuck your face.” His words swirled together in a rough combination.

  I grew even hotter, slicker between my thighs, and my drool dribbled down to my swaying breasts.

  I looked up at him and nodded.

  With one last groan, Jude began to work that engorged shaft in and out of my mouth, only pressing as far as my throat. I kept my eyes on his, my hands steadied on his firm ass, lavishing every hard bit of cock he slid in and out.

  His lunges became wilder. His eyes hotter. His body smoldered with so much lust I could smell it.

  His hands held me harder. He stopped moving his hips, instead using my head as the force guiding his cock in and out. His thumb pressed around to stretch my lips wider.

  I nodded, gurgling. I swallowed, moaning.

  “Fuck. Fuck!” His voice exploded, and he stamped his feet wider.

  Wrapping a hand around his dick, his wet knuckles hit my chin as he stroked up high. His fist made a snick-snick-snick noise, wetly tugging on the shaft I’d slobbered all over. Then his knees buckled a little, his thighs flexed, and his hot seed spattered inside my mouth.

  Some of his precious load dripped down in warm white lush drops to my already wet breasts, and I moaned, swallowing, rubbing his cum into my skin. Jude panted and groaned and watched and swore.

  He’d barely caught his breath before he pulled me up into his arms. Within two steps, he tossed me onto the bed. And his cock was ripe and hard and ready again.

  God bless a younger man’s stamina.

  I nearly giggled again, but the intensity in his eyes stalled me. Hands rough, he yanked my lingerie all the way off then prowled on top of me. I couldn’t look away when he quickly unrolled a condom over the mighty length, his final firm stroke making the cords in his forearm stand out.

  My eyes widened as they always did when his cock kissed the hot swollen entrance of my pussy. Widened then drifted half shut as he began the long ingress inside.

  I felt so achy, so swollen for him. And my body clutched at each inch he gave me.

  Dropping his body further onto me until his broad chest scoured my aroused nipples, his voice rasped against my ear. “Love giving you all of my cock. Nothin’ feels better than you.”

  My legs rose to fold over his taut ass, and he began a languid pumping motion. He grunted each time he burrowed balls deep, knocking the breath right out of me. Every lunge inside pressed my deepest recesses, and I imagined I’d never get used to the full breadth and length of him.

  Dropping back to his haunches, he lifted my thighs onto his elbows.

  His biceps bulged.

  His shoulders looked like ropes of muscle.

  His red lips were ruddy, and the spectacular muscles of his chest shined with perspiration that made him hot and slippery all over. Nowhere more hot and slippery then his cock he soldered into me.

  In and out, bending my legs further back.

  In, out. Dropping his gaze to watch his amazing pounding inside.

  I gasped, toes curling, head thrown back. I clutched his shoulders, panting, moaning. I rolled my hips up, and he stilled deep within me, groaning as I came all around him.

  My belly still quivering, my insides still quaking, I looked up and said, “I want to ride you, Jude.”

  His lips curled in a wicked half smile before he effortlessly rolled us until I straddled his pelvis, his cock impaling me
to the deepest depths.

  He reclined lazily beneath me with arms crossed behind his head when I started, but just one tight swivel of my hips as my breasts bounced and he lost his cool.

  “Fuck yes. Jesus. Fuck me, babe,” he snarled.

  His chin notched up. His eyes slammed shut. And I gyrated all the way to the head of his cock before slowly, slowly swirling all the way back down the wet rod of hard male flesh.

  He bit his lip. His eyes cranked open. Heat radiated from his gaze to my pussy, and I rolled my hips and plucked my nipples, smiling seductively at him.

  Then one of his hands was at my waist, fingers grabbing hard, the other hand on my tit, and Jude roughly impaled me on his cock over and over again.

  One hot sweaty ride on a bucking hard-bodied man.

  My hair flew, some tresses clinging to my neck. He mauled my breasts and growled . . . over and over again.

  When Jude started slamming up into me with all his strength, my hands flew to his chest to brace myself. I cried out, the force and depth, the girth and heat impossible.

  “You always make me come so fast.” He spoke in between harsh grunts and sharp breaths.

  I shivered and shuddered then froze as my pussy clamped down on the thick heavy weapon he plied inside me.

  Froze, with my back arched, a scream caught in my throat.

  In the next instant, Jude pulled out one last time. Roaring, he hammered back inside me—catapulting another flash wave of sensation through me.

  It felt like he unleashed great wads of cum, his body rocking up into me.

  I opened my eyes just enough to see his brow furrowed, his lips drawn tight, his jaw clenched as he exploded and thrust, exploded and thrust. On and on.

  Nothing was headier than making Jude lose all control of himself.

  Nothing was more satisfying than the orgasms he wrought upon my body.

  I slumped over him, my lips finding his. Our tongues exchanged the secrets of release, the secrets of the flesh, our bodies still connected in every single way possible.

  I pulled back just enough to see his dark irises. My fingers fluttered over the sweat-dampened hair on his forehead then across his sharp cheekbones. His nose crinkled when I ran a fingertip down the slightly crooked bridge.