by Ada Stone
“My ma.” He shoved his hands into his back pockets and leaned against the breakfast bar separating the living area from the kitchen.
“She still around?” A sadness touched her eyes when she posed the question.
“Nah, her and my dad died a few years ago. Shitty accident.” A semi being driven by some half-brained drunk changed lanes, ramming right into his old man’s bike. They never stood a chance, not at eighty-five miles per hour and not with that kind of force.
“That’s horrible.” He’d heard that comment before. Chicks played up the fact that he was a wounded boy with no parents. But not Belle. She wasn’t playacting; she was genuine. He doubted she would even know how to play a game like the other women he’d been with.
“What about you? Your dad, he still around?”
She looked away, turning toward the fire place. “No.” That was it. No embellishments. Okay, fine. While she was turned away, he took the time to admire the curve of her ass. They had twenty-four hours, and he was going to spend the majority of them sunk inside of her.
“Take off your clothes, Belle.” She didn’t seem to be open to talking anymore, and he wasn’t open to feeling his cock ache with so much need for any longer than needed.
She spun around with a shocked look but quickly subdued herself. “I…well…now?”
He laughed. “Did you want to wait until we knew each other for longer? Maybe a week or so?”
“No. I mean, you’re right. We did come here for a specific thing.” With a nod, she went about removing her clothing. Methodical. No other way to describe her movements. She had a task and was performing it. No strip tease or any sort of seduction. She just removed her clothing as though she were at a doctor’s office and folded everything into a neat pile on the couch. When she was done, her hands dangled at her sides. The fidgeting gave him the impression that she wanted to cover up, to hide her body from him but was trying to be strong.
“How many men have you fucked?” A bold question, but one that needed asking.
“Uh, three.” Her cheeks blushed, and her eyes flickered away from his.
Three? Hell.
He took another long minute to take in her body. Her tits were round and looked heavy. They’d fill his hands nicely. Dark pink nipples peaked from each breast, signaling her arousal for him. Which was good, because the longer her looked at her, the longer he took in the supple curves and the neatly trimmed pussy, the harder his cock got. “Come here, baby.” He shook off his kutte and draped it on a chair. When she got to him, he pulled her into a hug.
Her arms slid around his waist, and he cupped her chin in his hand, pulling her face back until his mouth was able to cover hers. He’d meant to give her a tender kiss, one that would relax her obvious nerves and get her a bit hotter for him, but once their lips touched, he couldn’t do tender. His tongue swept across her bottom lip, and she immediately opened to him, letting him into her mouth to taste every inch of her. It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was a claiming. This woman was going to be his, even if it was only for the night.
When he pulled away and broke off the kiss, his breath came faster and his pulse banged in his veins. She didn’t look unaffected, either. Her eyes were wild with desire and her lips a bit swollen from the kiss.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He kissed her again, shorter but with as much intensity as before. “Let’s get that mind-blowing orgasm I promised you.” He scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder, patting her bare ass as he moved through the cabin toward the master bedroom.
“Michael!” She laughed, playfully swatting his back as he walked down the hall.
Once he was in the bedroom, he carefully dumped her on the bed, enjoying the way she scrambled to right herself. He untucked his shirt from his jeans and pulled it over his head, delighting in her as her pupils dilated further when she looked at his body. He wasn’t a health nut, but between the work in the body shop and his trips to the gym when he had the chance, he’d acquired plenty of muscle.
“I won’t be able to, so don’t worry about it,” she said when he reached for her.
“Won’t be able to what?” He sat on the bed next to her, stroking her hair. Even softer than he’d imagined.
“Orgasm. I can’t. Well, not with a guy.” A brand new blush covered damn near her entire body.
He pulled back and searched her expression. She had to be joking. “You’ve never had an orgasm?”
“Not with a guy, no.”
“Just when you play with yourself?” He couldn’t help putting that out there—the blush was too fucking cute to lose now.
“Yeah,” she breathed, and started to curl into herself.
“Oh.” He waved a hand in the air and held her hips, scooting her toward the headboard.
“What?”
“Just relax, baby.” He moved to her feet. “Open for me.” He pushed her knees apart, exposing the prettiest set of pussy lips he’d ever seen. Except for a little strip of her curls, she was shaved bare. Her lips were already wet for him, and once his fingers touched her, he would be gathering up her juices made just for him.
“What are you doing?” She sounded a little fearful when he lay on his belly between her thighs.
“Giving you that orgasm before I pound this pussy into the bed. Because, fuck, baby, this pussy needs a good pounding. Be a good girl now and just relax.” He brushed his lips across her thigh until he reached the center of her arousal. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of her, musky and all female.
“I-I don’t know.” She tried to clamp her legs shut but the slap he gave her thigh stilled her.
“I said to open your legs, baby girl. You listen to me, or you’ll be getting more slaps to that cute ass of yours.” He didn’t wait for her answer. Her shocked expression told him she was having trouble finding words. He dipped lower, peeling her lips apart with his thumbs and exposing her already swollen clit.
Using only his tongue, he moved her clit, lifting it just enough to elicit a moan from her, then he let go. With the fat part of his tongue he licked her from her opening to her clit, suckling just enough to elicit another moan. “Good girl,” he murmured against her moist flesh and continued his slow assault, tasting all of the sweet honey she had to offer.
CHAPTER FOUR
She knew what he was doing. She’d seen it in pictures and porn movies, but she’d never experienced it. Not once had a man even wanted to touch her for very long before thrusting his cock into her. She just figured that was the way it was with most men. The slow acting, pussy eating all happened in romance novels, not real life.
Michael didn’t seem to know that, though. His arms wrapped around her thighs, holding her legs spread before him while he dragged his tongue over her again and again. She tried to keep quiet, to simply enjoy what he gave her and then move on to the next part, but he wouldn’t let her. His tongue swirled around her clit, and every now and then he’d bite down. Not hard, not enough to make her cry out in pain, but enough to make the pressure building in her body increase another notch.
“Oh, God…oh, fuck,” she whispered into the air, looking down the length of her body to see his mussed up hair dangle just over his eyes. He was looking back up at her, those piercing eyes that could see too deeply into her own met hers while his tongue continued to dance over her, driving her closer and closer still to an edge she’d only been able to bring herself to before— before him and his skilled fingers and tongue. That fucking tongue. She’d never look at it the same way again.
Her stomach sucked inward, and her breathing became more labored, but his eyes never left hers. His fingers spread her lips even further apart, and he moved one hand from her thigh. The thick pad of his finger toyed with her entrance, circling it and dipping inside just enough to make her want all of it.
“Fuck, Michael. Please.” She threw her hands into her hair, tossing her head back against the pillow and clenching her eyes shut against the wave of pleasure rolling through her.
“What, baby? What do you want? My finger? You want me to fuck you with my finger?”
“Yes!” She all but yelled at him, and damn him, he chuckled, at her frustration and her need for him.
One finger slipped into her passage. At a snail’s pace, he filled her with just one digit. It wasn’t enough; his tongue wasn’t enough. She needed more but less, and all of it at the same time. Her mind couldn’t focus. The only thing it obeyed at that moment was him, and his tongue was circling her clit again.
He added another finger, fuller and with more force. In and out he dragged his fingers. Then he did the worst thing—he curled them, rubbing a spot inside of her that made her entire body clench. “Come for me, baby. Let me taste all of you.” He kissed her pussy, then began his assault again, moving his fingers, jerking his thrusts, and rubbing that spot. That spot that stole her breath away.
The build was too great, the dam wouldn’t hold, and with one more hard thrust from his fingers, she screamed out into the room, nearly bursting off the bed. A wave stronger than anything she’d seen on the nature channel blew through her. Ripples of pleasure rocked through her body and she screamed out with each new pulse. Her breath was gone, her throat raw, but it wasn’t done. He kept stroking, kept plunging into her, and when it finally eased, the beautiful ache slowed, and she felt the well starting to fill again.
“That’s my girl.” He slid his fingers from her and licked them clean, keeping his gaze on her still. She had no words; nothing that would be coherent anyway. Her chest heaved, and she draped her arm over her eyes, trying to catch her breath. Warm, wet lips trailed from right above her clit to her belly and further up.
“Your tits are so fucking beautiful.” He cupped her breasts, gently rolling her nipples between his fingers. A jolt of electricity shot from her chest to her core. Her arousal was back, full force, and she wanted more of him.
Before she could move or protest, he took one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking hard. “Ahh.” She arched her chest upward at him, encouraging him to continue. Another first. The men she’d been with had fondled her a little, but no one ever suckled her. What kind of morons had she been dating?
His mouth released one nipple with a pop, and he gave her a sexy wink on his way to taking the other one in his mouth. Putting her hands on his bare shoulders, she felt the strength of him beneath her hands. As she moved her hands around his exposed body, she felt scars as well.
“I’m going to fuck you now, baby. Hard. Can you take that from me? A hard fucking?” He kept twirling her nipples with his fingers as he spoke to her. She could smell her own pussy juice on his breath, and when he captured her mouth for another kiss, she tasted herself as well.
After breaking off the kiss, he jumped from the bed. Her eyes focused on his hands, watching him unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans. With one swift movement, he shoved out of his jeans and boxers. He’d taken his boots off at some point.
He was hard. Everywhere. She marveled at his chiseled thigh muscles, thick calves, and flat stomach rippled with tone. Tattoos covered his arms and his chest. Most of them she could make out and recognized from the patches on his kutte. Others, she would need a closer look at to decipher. But all of that was nothing compared to the beauty that stood erect, curving upward towards his belly. She’d never seen a cock so thick and powerful looking. And he wanted to pound her with that? He was crazy.
She backed up on the bed, closing her legs.
He chuckled. “It’s going to be fine, baby. It won’t hurt.” He grabbed her ankles and jerked her lower on the bed as he knelt between her legs. “Are you sure this is what you want? You want me to put a baby in you?” Gripping his cock, he dragged his hand up and down its shaft. A small bead of moisture appeared at the tip, and she licked her lips, wondering what he tasted like.
“Yes. I’m sure.” She dragged her eyes to meet his. A deep dimple formed on his right cheek with his grin.
The very tip of his cock pressed against her pussy, and he stroked himself more, moving through her folds and gathering her juices onto the head. “Spread your legs, baby. Even further. I want to see my dick sink into that pretty hole of yours.” Everything he said held a dirty quality. It should have turned her off to be spoken to so brazenly, with such perversion. Instead, she found herself getting wetter, her nipples tightening, and her clit aching to be touched again.
He caught her watching him position himself, and his free hand gripped her hair, fisting at her scalp. “That’s right, baby, watch your pussy swallow my cock.”
With one swift movement, he slammed into her, filling her and stretching her in a way she’d never felt before. She cried out from the invasion and bucked up at him, not to stop him; no, she wanted him to do it again. He still held onto her hair but let her head fall back on the pillows as he pulled back, almost all of the way out, before thrusting into her again.
Another cry. Another plea. He let go of her hair and gripped her hips, holding her steady for his movements. He thrust hard and then harder still. The more she cried out the harder he went. He pushed in, all the way in, until his own pelvis ground against hers. Feeling so fucking full, she pushed at his shoulders, but he wouldn’t be moved. “Hold still, baby. This is at my pace, not yours.”
Again, just to torture her, she was sure, he pulled back. She could sense the emptiness coming and reached down for his hips, hoping to pull him back, but a sharp slap to her hip stilled her.
“What did I just say?” She looked up at his face, sure she would find irritation, but instead she found his cocky grin. “You do what I say, baby, or you’ll be getting fucked with a really sore ass.” He pushed forward again, giving her exactly what she wanted but at his pace.
“Okay. Okay.” She chanted as he began to move again, harder and faster. He reached between their bodies and flicked her clit. “Oh, fuck yes!” Not able to grip his hips, she clenched the blanket beneath her, arching her ass off the bed to meet his thrusts. Nothing in her life ever felt as good as what he was doing to her body. The race had begun, and she could see the finish line.
“There you are. There’s that fucking look.” He touched her face, cradling it as he plowed into her again. A few more strokes and she was teetering that line.
“Oh!” She screamed out into the room for the second time as her body exploded beneath him.
“Come for me. Yes, that’s a good girl. Come hard for me.” He kept thrusting, kept toying with her clit, and kept holding her as she made her way through the turmoil of her orgasm. When she finally found her way back down, she released the blanket from her fists. “Such a good girl.” He smiled softly. “Now, don’t fucking move, and spread your legs more, there…oh fuck, yeah, like that.” He went back to gripping her hips, pulling her body toward him with each of his thrusts. Three hard strokes and he grunted, stilling over her, his thick cock pulsating inside of her. “Fuck,” he muttered, then jerked once more before collapsing on top of her, careful not to totally crush her.
When the fog finally lifted, he rolled to her side, his cock slipping out and leaving a trail of his cum behind. “Don’t get up,” he ordered in a rough voice. Her instinct was to get in the shower, but he was right. If she wanted a baby, she couldn’t very well wash away his seed. His breathing started to slow, and she found herself too curious not to look over at him. Would he be pissed now? With the arousal not there to cloud his judgement, would he change his mind?
A heavy arm landed over her stomach, and she was dragged up against him. Warm lips pressed against her temple.
“You’re not mad?” she whispered the question.
He laughed. “Mad? About what?”
“I don’t know. I mean, now that you aren’t…excited…maybe you changed your mind?” She’d never been good at keeping her worries to herself.
Propping himself up on his elbow, he looked down at her. He shouldn’t look so warmly at her; she might want to get used to it.
“I didn’t change my mind.�
�� It was a vow. And he didn’t give the impression of being a man who didn’t take his word seriously. “I don’t know what fuckheads you’ve been seeing, but any man who couldn’t get you to respond during sex, didn’t know what the fuck he was doing.”
Her cheeks heated. Not exactly the compliment most women wanted to hear, but the effects were the same. “Maybe it was me.”
Running the back of his hand down the length of her nose and pressing a kiss to her lips, he shook his head. “No way. Your body was meant to be touched, kissed, and fucked. No way it was you.” He kissed her again, then rolled to his back, dragging her to rest her head on his chest.
She lay that way, listening to the soothing sound of his heart beating, until her body released all the tension and her mind let her drift away.
