by Rie Warren
His gruff voice. The sight of his naked, ripped torso.
But Rafe surprised me. I’d expected him to come at me wild, have me pinned against the wall already or flat on my back, savagely working me over.
Instead he held me captive with a few kisses, a few touches, the chemistry of attraction colliding between us.
This was more. This was what I wished he remembered.
And he was definitely in command, especially when he slowly undid the top button of his jeans.
A tight nest of black hair sprung into view. After the next button, the base of his shaft appeared.
My cheeks hollowed like I could already taste him in my mouth.
“Take my pants off. Now.” Hoarse and low, his voice made me even wetter.
Closer to him—closer—I touched the black trail of hair from his belly button through the deep groove of his abs. I pushed his jeans over his lean hips and bit my lip at the sight of his sculpted pelvic V. Placing my palm—fingers pointed down—against his groin, I forced my fingers into his half-opened jeans, making contact with the coarse curls, the wide shaft.
Rafe hooked an arm around my neck, dragging me into a lush, long, drugging kiss.
I popped the final buttons open and sank to my knees, so ready to taste him my mouth watered. I shoved the faded jeans all the way down, off his bare feet, then there he was.
Large, hard, and thick. The skin darker and veined. The plump head mouthwatering and a mouthful. Musky, manly, and his balls smooth round ovals I’d willingly lick and suck until he jerked me off him.
I just stared at him. His big thighs. The dark hair. The stiff, ready cock.
He still smelled fresh and salty from the ocean. And when I leaned in for one small taste from the shiny and glistening bell-head, he rumbled a long deep groan from his chest, a sound that shook me to the core.
Before I could wrap my lips around his cock, Rafe guided me up.
“Get on the bed.” His chest pumped in and out like a bellows.
I mewled, trying to make my wobbly legs work. Sliding onto the center of the bed, I kept my eyes locked on Rafe.
He walked, quick strides, to his dresser. That ass. The intricate tat decorating the laddered muscles of his back all the way up to his shoulders. A full color design of a panther padding through a jungle—so detailed the sleek animal appeared to come to life with every flex and stretch of his sinews.
And his large cock when he returned to me, condoms palmed in his hand.
My back arched when he lay next to me. My breasts heaved the moment he touched my neck, nuzzled my ear.
I curled an arm around him, pulling him to my mouth. I wanted him on me. I needed him in me. Had to have him filling me.
With a lick and a suck, Rafe pulled free, rolled on top of me. He planted the tiniest of kisses down my body interspersed with deeper bites and slick licks. My tits. My nipples. My waist and my belly.
Every part of me trembled and I battled to keep my heavy eyes open.
Finally he made it to my sex. I felt wet, open, wanting, wanton.
Lifting my head, I watched him spread my thighs as his handsome face hovered above my cleft.
His breath jetted out, the warm wash heating me more, ruffling the very fine line of red fluff leading to my cunt. His gaze never deviated from the slippery swollen folds of my hungry body.
“You have a very pretty pussy, Peyton.”
“Oh God.” My legs scissored restlessly.
Rafe grabbed them and held them apart.
Maddeningly rubbing his warm mouth so close but never near enough, he asked, “Shy?”
“No. Damn you. I’m horny!”
He chuckled, a dark sound, before rolling his tongue around my clit he exposed with his thumb.
I beat my head back against the pillows.
He went at me relentlessly. A finger inside me. A lick along my labia. He ate me so slowly, so thoroughly, so delicately I wanted to shove my pussy in his face, but I couldn’t because he forcibly held me down.
With my hips pinned to the bed, Rafe tasted and tortured me. He destroyed me one small slight perfect touch at a time.
Two fingers rounding my aching hole and I wailed out loud.
His tongue lapping from perineum to the top of my clit and I howled curses.
My belly clenched. My breasts heaved. My insides turned to liquid.
He fingered me fast.
Three twined fingers.
And slowed as soon as I nearly shredded apart.
He flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue—one side then the other—then blew across the tormented nub as soon as I dug my heels into the mattress.
He fucked with me, without fucking me all the way.
I reached low, pulling his jaw closer to my engorged need. “Please, Rafe.”
“Please what?” He smiled against my hip.
Damn evil bastard.
“Fuck. You know what.”
“Mmm.” He hummed.
Then he teased me some more—his fingerwork verging on complete torment as he strummed me inside, making me wet, making me moan.
Kissing the hot pinpoint of my clit until I had to come. I had to let go. I had to . . .
Yelling. Groaning. Wild.
I was a writhing mess of horny when he sent the soft side of his tongue over and around my clit at the same time he surged those three slick fingers in and out of me at a faster pace.
“This?” he asked.
“Oh God!” Nearly there. “Make me come!”
“That an order, Mizz Fox?”
Maybe he grinned. Smirked. Snarled. I didn’t care because I was there. Right there.
My hips arced up. My shoulders anchored back. I was in his mouth, his fingers inside me, and I clawed at his shoulders when the pure blinding moment of ecstasy tore through me with a supersonic free-fall.
Oh My Holy Hell.
I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to move again. Or even open my eyeballs.
Rafe moved, though.
I knew he was near. Closer. I smelled him. Felt him.
The hard smooth. The hairy rough. The tang of me on his face. In his mouth.
He covered my lips with his, and I gasped and opened as if it was the breath of life stealing into me.
I’d be surprised if I hadn’t pulled his hair out by the roots when I came, but he seemed intact when I lifted my eyelids partway.
His face sharp again, his shoulders tight, and his hands clamped hard on my ass.
His hot heavy cock throbbed against my thigh.
“I want to taste you,” I whispered, my hand drifting down his abdomen.
Sixteen
Foxy Fox
Rafe
“I WANT TO TASTE you.”
As soon as Pey said those words with her hand roaming down my abs, my cock could’ve burrowed into her mouth of its own accord.
“What?” My voice dropped down to my tense stomach where her fingers played across the thin line of hair.
“I want to suck you, Rafe.” She peered up at me through mussed-up red strands.
Rolling onto my back, I grunted, “Fuck. Far be it for me to say no.”
I lifted my head when her lips melted against mine. Her tongue flicked, and I met her smooth foray with a deep lunge. Just as I pulled her tighter against me, she drew back.
“In case you’re confused, I meant I want to suck your cock.”
Muscles all over my body cinched tight, and I swallowed hard. She gave a husky little laugh, and as she nipped at my corded throat and slinked her way down my body, her tits with the perky nipples swabbed against my pecs. And lower.
I flexed all over, her lips and tongue so fucking warm, wet, fiery, curious. Groaning more than breathing—because my goddamn pulse had taken up residence inside my ridiculously rigid cock—I skimmed her silky shoulders with my fingers, wondering how skin could be so soft and if I could memorize every single inch of her before sun-up.
When she reached my stomach, I plante
d my feet on the bed. I pulled my knees up and wide so she could rest between them with her tits cushioned at the top of my clenched thighs. I reached low, my hands falling to her bright hair.
I jerked onto my elbows so I could watch, and Peyton smiled up at me.
I decided I shouldn’t watch at all if I didn’t wanna lose it all over her gorgeous face hovering barely above my aching hard-on. Which goddamn levitated to reach the lips she lustily licked while keeping her gaze fastened to mine.
Her fingertips whispered into the crux of my upper thighs where my balls met flesh, and her tongue dipped into the deep hollow of one pelvic groove before shivering over to the other side. She wet my skin, murmured quiet words, spread me wider with her fingers drawing mind-altering circles so close to my nutsack I shuddered.
She blew a trail of hot breath along my shaft, and I almost blew my nut across her chin before she’d even touched me.
I refused to fucking whimper, but if she didn’t eat my dick soon—
Ahhh, fucking FUCK.
Peyton lowered her mouth, licking a swirly pattern up and over my fully engorged cockhead.
My groin kicked up. My neck wrenched back.
She pulled away. Gusted another stream of air onto my cock down to the base.
My stomach almost fucking hollowed with the need to be in her mouth.
She gurgled a laugh then licked one side of my throbbing dick with the full flat of her tongue. She barely reached the head before lapping down the other side, wetting me all over and sending my mind into overly aroused overdrive.
A spurt of precome jetted from my glans, and Peyton suddenly, hungrily latched on.
“Sweet fucking Jesus.” Reaching down, I grabbed a handful of her hair.
Screw not watching. Was gonna watch her suck my dick until my eyes went blind or my balls dried up.
Probably go blind first. Didn’t give a single fuck, because Pey was into blowing my rod. Her moans muffled by my meat stuffed in her mouth, she twisted her head back and forth, stroking me with one slickened hand every time she came up to take a gasping breath.
Rising to her knees, she slipped one hand between her legs. Her tits bobbed in time with her mouth slurping my cock. And I heard her wetness as she fingered herself—a wet squelching sound that tightened the taut knot in my groin, at the base of my nads.
Moaning, mouth stretched, black-dark eyes darting to mine. Chugging my cock, goddamn gobbling my dick with one hand toying with my balls—saliva dripping down my shaft and over her hand—the other buried in her cunt.
When she sucked a breath through her nose then steadily took my cock sloppily into her throat, my toes curled. My fingers tightened in her hair. My vision goddamn blurred.
I pulled her up, watching the strands of clear precome and saliva shining on her swollen lips, connecting her mouth to my cockhead.
“Stop.” I growled.
Breathing hard, tits bouncing, nipples puffed up and deep pink, she rolled her tongue across her lips, licking every last taste of me up.
“Did you make yourself come?” My husky voice rumbled.
She shivered, kneeling between my widespread legs. “Yes.”
“Show me.” My jaw clamped down hard.
My nostrils flared.
And I fisted my wet cock, cinching my hand at the base to keep the beast under control, because no way in hell did I need help getting off after that cocksucking of a lifetime.
Peyton—the hottest, horniest, the bossiest woman I’d ever met—arched back with one hand behind her and spread her legs wide.
Fuck me. She’d filled out. Still toned but curvier, fuller. Wider hips, the whip-thin waist, bigger breasts. Sweat shimmered along her trim belly. And her pussy she made available for my inspection?
Slick. Puffy. Pink.
Ready.
So ready I couldn’t resist. I tapped the flat of my hand against her labia, smacking her fast and light to gage her reaction.
“Ohhh!” Her body rippled.
Good sign. She was up for it.
Reaching between my legs, I slapped her cunt with my cock—the wet sound not nearly as satisfying as the way Peyton drew in a sharp inhale, rolling into the nasty touch.
She hunched over me, braced on her knees, her hands on my chest, her nails digging in, after the next cock-slap.
One more meaty smack and I rolled my thickened head up and over her clit, so fucking close to losing my nut I had to jerk back when Peyton cried out in an unexpected orgasm.
If I touched her in that second I’d never get the rubber on.
Out of my mind ready to ball her, I fumbled with the fucking foil wrapper while she flipped to her back beside me, writhing on my bed, jonesing for my cock.
Finally sheathed up with a snap of my fingers, I grabbed her chin. My tongue in her mouth. My hands on her ass. Wild savage kisses as I straddled her.
Breaking away, I nudged her pussy with the fat head of my dick. “I want my cock inside your dripping wet cunt.”
Her hands roved down my back, landed on my ass, grasped me hard. “Fuck me.”
Gripping the base, I slid inside. Deep and hard and fast.
Peyton threw her head back with a howl. Her fingers almost cutting into my flesh, she dragged me that last inch deeper until I shafted all the way inside, and my balls fucking quivered when she rained hot wetness, tight slickness all around me.
Arching up, taking her with me with one hand beneath the small of her back, I scattered kisses on her neck, on the tips of her tits, all the way up until I mashed her mouth with mine.
Peyton keened, completely wrapped around me, trapped beneath me. Tangled around me. Arms, legs, lips. Her toes slid up my calves. Her pussy took every hard drive.
I went deep and fast because I’d waited so long.
So goddamn long to have her again.
I wanted to tell her. Wanted to . . . But the extreme need to reach that final oblivion inside her only amped up with every thrust.
She came fast—lightning fast. She bucked up and held me. Fastened around me. Her bare body drove me absolutely mindless. The tight clutching heat of her cunt knocked the wind out of me. Made me voiceless.
Breathless.
With a snarl on my face only she could kiss away, I punched my fists down to the bed and crashed into her, one long thigh draped over my shoulder to open her all the way.
Balls deep, I bellowed. My stomach tightened. Peyton drew blood, I was sure of it as she bit my bottom lip while I bucked again, grinded again, came completely undone with one last jet of seed.
My pelvis eventually stopped kicking.
Not my heart, though.
That shit was jittery.
My breathing, too.
“Fucking hell, Pey.” I traced the curve of her shuddering breast to watch her nipple pop up again.
Then I bent to kiss her.
Her laughter sealed our lips together. That small short burst better than anything I’d ever heard in my life as I flopped next to her.
Her red hair on my neck, her arm across my torso, her legs entwined with mine the best feeling I’d ever had.
“Did I give you that workout?” Her sexy question was barely breathed against my ear.
“Feel my heartbeat, darlin’.” I held her hand to my chest.
“It’s fast.”
“So’s yours.”
I leaned over her, my lips at her breast. The milky mound of flesh. The taut pink peak aroused and ready for my mouth. I sucked it deep, slid my tongue around the pert button while I rolled Pey to her front so she lay flat on the bed. Gliding down her back, I lifted her hips. I sank my mouth between her legs. Soft curls touched my lips, and I nuzzled deep with my tongue fucking her body.
She rose in front of me, arching her back at a sinuous angle. “You know you let your southern drawl peek through only sometimes,” she gasped when I sent one flat palm down her back, calling her my darlin’ again.
“Same with you.” Rising, wanting, hugely muscular and
overshadowing her body, I harnessed her tits in my palms.
I twisted her nipples, butting against her creamy cunt.
Peyton swirled on me with a quick move, and she pushed me onto my back. Slowly, sensually, she settled on top of me. Her hips gyrated in a sexy rhythm, sealing her pussy against the underside of my cock as it lay flat against my belly.
I stared up at her, speechless as the heat connecting us coiled in my groin. Stared at her, unblinkingly, when she piled her hair on top of her head only to let it fall in loose strands to her shoulders, around her full tits, playing peekaboo with her taut nipples.
She didn’t say a word, slithering on top of me. Grabbing a condom, she bit it open between her teeth then licked her lush lips. She shook her hair back—red strands highlighted by moonlight—sliding along my cock, naked, sexy, and not one bit self-conscious.
“You gonna fuck me, babe?” I asked, grabbing the head of the bed between my two fists when she rolled the rubber all the long fucking way down my throbbing cock.
“Looks like it.” Lifting up, she notched me against her cunt.
My dick parted those hot little lips, and she immediately swallowed me inside.
“I want . . .” My voice almost gone, I gruffly voiced, “Pey . . .”
“Don’t. Not right now.” She rounded her hips.
She rose up, slammed down, undulated on top of me with her hands against my chest.
Ended my brain.
Fucked my head.
Fucked my cock.
Unable to stop, unwilling to end this thing, I wrapped my hands around her waist. She weighed nothing at all.
But she was everything to me.
Always had been.
“When then?” I asked, my teeth gritted, my cock buried, my hands holding her planted with my dick womb-deep.
“What about”—Peyton arched, all that pure white skin—“what now?”
My teeth gnashed together and my body stretched like a tightrope. My cock nearly bursting. She shuddered all over, clenching me inside, savagely yelling my name from the depths of her throat.
Panting, she draped over me while I almost blacked out from the most intense pleasure. I came until my eyes crossed, my toes crossed, my balls almost crawled into my body.
