“Oh!” Ginger’s hands clenched onto my arms as she arched those lovely mounds toward me in eager offering.
I growled around the tit in my mouth, chewing and sucking on it, and drawing back until nothing but the nipple remained between my teeth. I rolled the sweet bud carefully, hearing her sharp gasps above me. I moved on to the other tit, repeating the action until she was panting heavily. Fuck, she was so receptive and responsive, and I was about to spill my seed on the floor between us, I was so turned on. When I began lapping at her tits and squeezing them in my hands, she cried out and clawed at my shoulders.
The bite of her nails was almost my undoing.
“Please, Rebel!” she pleaded in a breathy tone. “Fuck me!”
I abandoned her tits and trailed kisses up her chest. “Oh, I intend to, baby. When I’m ready.” Fuck, who was I fooling? I was so ready that my dick was leaking a pool of pre-cum. I reached her collarbone, losing my fingers in her hair to pull her head back. “I’m going to fucking claim every part of you.” It came out in a hoarse threat.
She rolled her head back, giving me access. With my hands shaping and squeezing her tits, my thumbs raking over her rock-hard nipples, I moved in, teasing both of us by brushing the head of my dick against her clit. The pleasure was so intense that I shuddered, groaning weakly. If anyone could bring me to my knees, it was this woman. She grabbed my dick with a frustrated sound. I knew what she wanted. She tried to draw me close, to force me into penetrating her, but I was stronger than her, and all she managed to do was caress the head of my dick with an up and down motion that had me gritting my teeth.
When I couldn’t take any more, I grabbed her wrist and forced her arm behind her back. I followed it up with her other arm, holding her hands captive at the small of her back. She was at my mercy, and she clearly didn’t like it. I laughed as she strained to get free.
“Rebel‒”
“Mike,” I said, wrapping one hand around both of her wrists so I could free up one of mine. “Use my real name,” I growled.
“Michael,” she gasped with a wild shiver. Fuck, even better. “I need you inside me!”
I fisted my dick and ran the head up and down her slit, just past the seam against her swollen, slick labia. Her clit was a hard little bundle of sensitive nerves, and each time I touched her there she quivered, as if in the throes of a mini orgasm. Little puffs of air passed through her parted lips as I teased her without mercy.
Sweet Jesus, it was torture for me, too, and I lost control. With a grunt, I thrust forward, seating myself inside her tight pussy, as deep as I could go. We both sounded out our pleasure. Ginger rolled her head back on her shoulders, a satisfied look crossing her face. I leaned in against the side of her neck to take a moment to gain control. I wasn’t ready to end it by coming like a school boy. I didn’t move, just enjoyed the feel of her slick flesh surrounding my dick like a tight sheath. She had other plans, tightening her muscles around me.
I groaned, shuddering.
She did it again.
“Don’t,” I warned tightly, biting her hard enough to show that I wasn’t kidding. My dick was literally pulsing inside her, and I knew that it wouldn’t take much to make me come. “You make me come when I’m not ready and you’ll be sorry.”
She had the nerve to laugh, backing it up with another squeeze of her muscles. She didn’t believe me? I pulled out, and Jesus Christ, she was so tight that I almost lost my load. I ignored her unhappy sound of protest, giving her wrists a squeeze and pulling back to meet her eyes.
“Don’t fucking move those hands.” I kissed her to dampen the sting of my tone. We were both panting. My hands moved to her thighs, right above her knees. I began to massage them, gradually working my way toward her pussy.
Her breath caught when my thumbs brushed over the swollen lips of her soaked mound. I glanced down, parting the plump flesh. Christ, she was slick with arousal, and I wanted a taste. I dropped to my knees, looking up at Ginger to gauge her reaction. She had to know what was coming. The arousal in her slightly glazed-over eyes made her look soft and inviting. She tugged her bottom lip into her mouth, releasing a little whimper.
“You’re going to learn to listen to me.” My gaze was focused on the dripping bounty before me.
“Michael …”
That was a fucking start. I liked the sound of my name on her lips. Using my thumbs, I parted her flesh even more before burying my face against the sweetest, plumpest pussy I’d ever had. Her flesh was swollen, soft, and coated with her cream, so thick and tasty, better than honey. Fuck, better than ripe strawberries and whipped cream. I thrust my tongue inside, using it like my dick, bringing her to the edge.
Her breath turned heavy, the tensing of her muscles revealing that she was about to come. I drew back, grinning at her moan of frustration, giving her body time to back track. This time I entered her body with two fingers while locking my mouth onto her throbbing clit.
“Michael!” she cried out as she moved her hips to my thrusting fingers.
I licked, sucked, and lapped her clit and the outside of her cunt, letting my fingers fuck her deep. I curled my fingers up into the patch of nerves located just past her entrance, but not long enough to get her off.
“I need to come!” she hissed, moving her hips. “Please!”
“You’ll come when I let you,” I said, resisting the urge to let her. Every time I sensed that she was close, I stopped, letting her body calm down. “I want my dick inside you when you come,” I rasped around her clit. I took it in my mouth and sucked hard.
“Damn you!” she swore, her voice trembling. “Put your cock in me and fuck me right!”
My hands clenched around her fleshy thighs before sliding beneath her bottom and pulling her up tight to my mouth. She was close, too close, and so was I. My dick was swollen and throbbing, my balls were drawn up tight against my body, aching for release. I gave Ginger’s pussy several more hard licks of my tongue.
“Hold on, baby.” I pulled her away from the counter and she wrapped her legs around my waist automatically. As I turned to head to her bedroom, we came together in a clash of lips, tongues, and teeth, grinding our mouths together as our need escalated to dizzying heights. We rapidly became drunk on each other.
My objective was to get to Ginger’s bed before we collapsed to the floor to finish what we’d started. Feeling her hot, juicy cunt against me almost lured me to press her up against the nearest wall and bury myself to the hilt, and then I thought, Why the hell not? There was no way I was going to make it to her room anyway. She had a small apartment, but her bedroom suddenly seemed miles away. I pushed her up against the nearest wall, devouring her wet, swollen mouth with my harder one.
“I’m going to bury my dick inside you so deep you won’t know where I begin and you end.” I didn’t know what I was waiting for, perhaps driven by the knowledge that sometimes the anticipation was just as sweet as the release. “Do you want that, baby?”
“Michael‒” she panted in between kisses, her arms circling around my neck. “Fuck me!”
I continued my attack of her mouth, grinding my dick between her legs, my hands roaming up and down her body from her hips to her heavy tits. I strained my body against her to keep her against the wall. We were both breathing hard, hearts pounding as one, lust controlling every move. “Tell me what you want,” I demanded, feeling her hard little nipples digging into my chest.
“I want to fuck,” she said with breathless desperation. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. “I want your cock inside me,” she continued, running her open mouth along my shoulder. She put her mouth against my ear. “I want your cum inside me.”
Jesus, fuck, I almost came right then and there. I lost control, taking my dick in my hand and lining it up to her soaked pussy. Once my swollen head touched her sweet, hot flesh there was no stopping my dick from entering her body. With a forceful thrust, I was buried balls deep. I grunted. She moaned. I snaked my hands around to her ass, taki
ng the mounds into my hands as I began to thrust hard and fast.
“Yes, Michael! Yes!” Ginger sang, clenching her legs around me. Her hands traveled up to my head, taking a handful of hair and pulling. “Don’t stop!”
I had no intention of denying us. “I’m not stopping until we both come,” I said, closing my eyes to the ecstasy of her tight flesh closing around mine. “And then I’m going to take you to your bed and fuck you all over again.”
“Yes!” she hissed, moving her hips in sync with mine.
“So fucking hot. So fucking tight. Milk my dick dry, baby.” I was going to come, but I didn’t want to come without her. I reached between us and found her clit. I ran my thumb over it, hearing her whimper. I pinched it hard, hearing her loud gasp. Her pussy clenched around my dick, swelling and growing slicker. I knew that she was getting ready to come, and I gave her a little push by slipping my hand around to her backside and sticking my finger into her little star-shaped anus. A surprised cry escaped her, and then she came undone.
“Michael!” she screamed, convulsing against me.
She bit down on my shoulder and that was all it took. I grunted as cum erupted from my dick in long, powerful arcs, filling her greedy little cunt with my seed. All we could do was use each other for support as we rode out our orgasms against the wall. Gradually the convulsions waned, replaced with erratic twitches and tremors. Our breathing calmed as our hearts did. I was satiated, but I knew that it wouldn’t be for long. Christ, my dick wasn’t even soft.
I grabbed Ginger away from the wall and walked the rest of the way to her bedroom, dumping her onto the bed. I watched her bounce a few times, along with her tits, grinning at the flushed loveliness of her lush body. She stared up at me with glazed eyes.
“Ready for round two?”
Her wide smile was my answer.
Chapter 25
Ginger
Ohmygod, I ached!
Round two had eventually turned into rounds three, four, and five. Rebel’s stamina was unbelievable, but I couldn’t complain. He’d worshiped every inch of my body by the time we were done, and it had amazed me that the fifth time we’d fucked had been just as intense and satisfying as the first. He knew how to play my body, and I’d learned the hardness of his, had sought out and found his pleasure points.
I stretched, moaned, and realized that Rebel was still lying next to me. I looked over to see that he was facing me, a serene look on his sleeping face, a stark contrast to what I was used to seeing most of the time. I let my gaze roam down his thickly corded neck, his broad shoulders and chest, and finally, his washboard abs. He was beautiful to look at. The sheet covering his lower body prevented me from seeing more, but I already knew every inch of him. He hadn’t been the only one who’d claimed every inch when we’d fucked during the night.
I realized that I cared for him, maybe a little too much. He was a nomad, and I knew exactly what that meant. In spite of what he’d said, I knew not to get my hopes up. Whatever he decided to do with his life, I knew that I was going to end up hurt. Men like him lived in the moment, they rarely thought about their future because life for them could be over in a heartbeat. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder what a future with Rebel would be like.
Movement drew my gaze back to the sheet to see it tenting. A little smile spread across my lips. Morning wood? I turned toward him, smoothing my hand down his chest and abs to the edge of the sheet. My eyes remained on his face, looking for the slightest change in his expression to reveal that he wasn’t sleeping as deeply as I thought he was. So far there was no reaction to my light caress. I inched my hand beneath the sheet to his erection. By now his cock was standing up proudly and throbbing with a life of its own.
My breathing sounded more like panting as I curled my hand around his shaft, feeling the scorching heat coming off of it. Still, nothing from Rebel to indicate that he was aware of what I was doing. I frowned, wondering how he could remain unaffected. Well, that was about to change. I moved the sheet away and shifted my way down to his groin. I couldn’t help taking in the strong, throbbing beauty of his cock, marveling at how long and thick it was, but my interest was in the large, mushroom-shaped head, and the cum that was gathered in the slit.
Just waiting for my mouth.
I leaned forward and swallowed Rebel’s impressive cock, moaning low with pleasure. A hand immediately fell to my head, clutching a handful of hair.
“Christ, I’ve been waiting for you to finally put your mouth on me.” His tone was early morning hoarse, and thick with arousal.
He’d been awake the whole time! I smiled around his shaft, sticking my tongue into the slit to lick up the beaded cum. “Swallow me deep, baby,” he rasped, pushing his hips up. The move forced more of his cock into my mouth until he was jabbing the back of my throat. “That’s it, angel. Now use those throat muscles to fuck me.”
I knew what he wanted. I swallowed which closed my throat tighter around his cock and drew a low groan from Rebel. His hand tightened in my hair, making my scalp tingle.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, holding me in place.
As he guided my movements up and down his shaft I worked the part of his cock that wouldn’t fit into my mouth with my hand. I also took the time to cup and caress his heavy balls. His groans revealed his pleasure, and gave me encouragement.
“Put your mouth on my balls,” he commanded hoarsely.
With pleasure! I complied without hesitation, taking his balls into my mouth and gently rolling them around before letting them slip out so I could lick them with my tongue. The quivering of his thighs, his grunts, all turned me on, and I felt my pussy juicing. After giving plenty of attention to his balls and the root of his cock, I moved to take him into my mouth again.
“No!” he barked, catching me by surprise. The hand in my hair forced me to move up his body. “I want your ass this time.” He stared with intensity into my eyes, searching for my reaction.
He’d mentioned fucking me in the ass before, and he’d spent a lot of time playing with it and fingering me during the night. I wasn’t opposed to Rebel fucking me there. I was curious, and a little frightened, but I knew that he’d never do anything to hurt me.
“You ready for that?” he asked. “Ready for me to bury my dick in your ass?”
“Yes!” I hissed, his words turning me on. I felt a warm flush escape my pussy. “Fuck me in the ass, Rebel.”
“Michael,” he encouraged. “When we’re like this, I want to hear my real name on your lips.”
I smiled. “Take me in the ass, Michael.”
That seemed to set him off. A growl escaped him as he pulled me up to cover my lips with his. It was a rough and needy kiss, fueling the arousal that was already surging in our blood. I could sense the barely controlled passion thrumming through his large frame. I barely had time to get over his rough possession of my mouth when I was flipped onto my belly and Rebel moved behind me. His harsh breathing seemed overloud in the room. I shivered wildly when his hands went to my hips and he pulled me up until my ass was in the air.
I tensed and cried out when I felt his teeth sink into one cheek. It didn’t hurt, but sent a pleasant tingle straight to my pussy.
“You have a beautiful ass, angel.” He kissed and nipped me several times as he caressed and squeezed both cheeks with his hands. “I can’t wait to claim you here.”
I couldn’t help but twitch in response to what he was doing to me. The slight pain that he inflicted quickly morphed into a kind of pleasure I’d never felt before. My pussy was dripping, my clit throbbing. I felt infused with heat that seemed to radiate from my core. Rebel seemed determined to take his pleasure slowly, and that was fine by me, because the anticipation added to mine. As his teeth lightly nipped around my puckered anus, the surprise of his tongue entering me undid me.
“Michael!” I cried out, jerking forward, only to have his hands yank me back into place. I closed my eyes as unimaginable bliss traveled through my electrified body.
I began to pant heavily, my whole body quivering beneath his powerful hands. He continued to thrust his tongue into me, and then replaced it with his finger while his other hand moved to my pussy. Holy shit, this was turning into more than I could take. There were too many breathtaking sensations overtaking my senses to cope with at once. Was there such a thing as too much pleasure? I opened my mind and my body to embrace them all.
“You’re soaked for me, baby,” Rebel said in a satisfied voice as his finger sliced through my sensitive folds.
He ran his finger through my slit from the back to the front, before he settled on torturing my swollen clit. I didn’t realize how close I was to coming until he touched me there, rubbing his finger in a circular motion, and giving it a sharp pinch.
“I’m going to come!” I gasped with surprise.
And he let me. Burying his fingers deep inside me, he used his thumb to send me over the edge. I jerked wildly beneath him, letting my intense orgasm rush through my body in jerky, gratifying waves. Nothing equaled the pleasure of coming, that extreme surge that began somewhere deep in your core and seemed to release all the tension gripping your body, finally leaving you breathless on a gentle wave.
I soon realized there’d been a reason for Rebel letting me come. He gathered the thick wetness inside my body and brought it to my anus, coating the area and hole with it. Then I felt two fingers slide inside me, scissoring the opening to prepare me for his cock. I was still twitching and coming down from orgasmic bliss, which kept me from panicking when I sensed that it was time. Sure enough, as I knelt before him, panting, I felt the head of his cock at the entrance.
“You sure, baby?” he asked tenderly, and in a tone that relieved me because it showed that he cared. He would stop if I said no. I trusted him.
“Yes, I’m sure, Michael.” I thrust my ass back at him. “Fuck me, please!”
He released a deep breath and grunted. I felt the head of his cock slip inside my rectum with an ease that surprised me. It hurt at first, but as soon as it breached the tight ring of muscles the sting went away, followed by the need for me to clench and take more of him.
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