by Snow, Nicole
It’s all I need to hear to kiss down her body like a madman, stretching her out, making it clear that every inch of her is mine for the taking.
My tongue swirls around her nipple again, and then I add my teeth, taking one tit and then the next. She’s a moaning mess with two delicate buds sucked soft and warm again by the time I’m finished.
My dick almost kills me, raging against my jeans. I might be the hardest I’ve ever been in my life by the time we finally fuck. But first...
But first, I just savor her eyes, glazed over with pleasure, when I finally pull away. I can’t stop imagining how hot and wet her pussy must be, how good it’d be sliding deep, goddamn deep, inside her right now.
“Pants, darlin’,” I growl. “Right the hell now.”
At first, she hesitates, sucking at her bottom lip. Then she’s up in a flash, kicking off her boots. A minute later, her jeans are around her ankles, and she’s tugging down a pair of lacy pink panties.
Too slow.
I hook my thumbs down the sides and tear them down her legs. She’s flushed, almost trembling, a kitten hooked on her first faint taste of me as she steps out of them, naked and wonderful, staring down at me.
I wrap my hand around her waist and pull her forward.
She climbs back onto the hay. “Do you...like what you see?”
I say nothing, just grasp one leg and lift it over me, so she’s straddling my chest.
“You’ll see,” I rumble, cupping her pussy with one hand, a tit with the other, planting a kiss on her stomach.
She moans, lowering against my hand.
Fuck, she’s real sweet, right between her legs. I know pussy, and this one’s wet, ready, and rampant to be devoured.
My dick throbs so hard I feel it in my temples. It dawns on me I don’t even know if I have an emergency condom, but we’ll worry about that later.
Growling, I spread her lush little cunt and slide a finger inside her, grinning as her muscles clench helplessly around it. “You like that, darlin’? Give it the hell up.”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Oh, yes!”
That’s the only green light I need.
That’s my cue to start in on her, drawing this drunk desire on how she writhes with each thrust. Keeping her full attention on my finger, the pleasure it’s giving, I inch my body under her, till her pussy is just a lick away.
I take a good, long look.
The soft curls, the pink folds, are just as perfectly gorgeous as her breasts. I cannot fucking wait to get a taste. I lift my head and push my face into her, starting on her clit.
Her moan vibrates through her to my lips as her hot, tight pussy clenches my finger again.
My tongue arcs up, and I lick harder, faster, circling her little bud with my teeth – just a hint of what I can really do to her, how hard I can bring her off, when I’m good and ready.
Her knees buckle and her moans swell. I have to wrap my hand around her knees to steady her, keep her from crashing down.
“No need for quiet, sweetheart,” I say, breaking for air. “Love those moans. Love knowing you’re enjoying this. Give ’em the hell up.”
She whimpers in reply, this time a little louder.
Good girl.
I slide my finger out of her and take her with my mouth then, sucking her clit and fucking her with my tongue. My stubble grazes her thighs.
Deeper, darlin’, fuck.
And that’s how I go. Every scent, every taste, every thrust just drives me a little more out of my head, into the maelstrom called Bella and the most exquisite pussy I’ve ever tasted.
It’s not just how she looks or tastes. It’s how she moves for me, how she moans, how she arches, always with this soft, shaky tilt in her hips. It says she isn’t sure if she wants me to bury her alive in ecstasy, or ease back before I break her.
I know what she’ll get.
Her moans get longer as I spread her legs wider, ringing her clit with my teeth. Then my tongue goes wild, a lash meant to prime her, to bring her the hell off in fireworks like nothing she’s ever had.
I want to be the man to make her come like that.
I want to burn myself on this tenderness, this forbidden flesh that should be the last pussy on the planet to wind up face-deep in. But I’m done worrying about tomorrow when I’m this deep in.
All we’ve got now is us. Her hot little cunt and my furious tongue, my lips, my teeth, my fingers.
Bella follows my grip when I pull, lowering herself on my face and moving her hips in time with each stroke of my tongue. Heaven.
My own need stalls, forgotten as I take her body from one level to the next.
I lick the length and breadth of her, anchored on her clit, and add my fingers, my thumb, my tongue till her thighs shake and her pleasure fills the loft.
Her body goes stiff for a minute, and her fingers push deep in my hair, clasping my scalp as she gasps. “Drake! Oh, my...Drake.”
I know she’s on the brink, and love it.
Love the way she’s gasping for air, straining hard against me, enjoying everything I’m doing to her.
“Go, darlin’. Give it to me,” I say, breaking away just long enough to speak.
Give it the fuck up.
Then I’m on her clit again, quick and forceful, and don’t stop sucking, even when her body goes rigid and she flips over the edge.
Bella’s O hits like a flash storm. My little minx becomes a raving, screaming mess, and the most dick-hardening thing I’ve ever seen.
So I take her with my mouth again, drinking her in, taking all she has to give, pulling every bit of pleasure out of her as she digs her nails into my head between squeals.
Fuck, yeah.
I feel her shudder real good one more time as she sinks down, fully spent.
Her pussy gets one more kiss before I break away, then trail kisses up her belly and tits as she slowly collapses, her body sliding down mine until her head is on my chest.
She sighs, snuggling against me. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight.
My cock is still angry and throbbing, but she deserves a short break. Yeah, I know I’m that good.
“I hope you liked what you saw,” she whispers. “As much as I liked...well, everything.”
I smile and kiss the top of her head. “Don’t know, darlin’. I might have to see it a few more times before I’ll know for sure.”
It’s an eternity before we move. She shifts first, rubbing her thigh on my leg, and then moving it against my poor, angry hard-on seething in my jeans.
Don’t need to be asked twice.
That’s all I need to rear up, take her in my arms, and flip her over onto her back. Her eyes are huge, glowing brighter than the sunlight that fills them, as I tear off my clothes. First my shirts, loving how she drinks me in as I pull my undershirt off over my head.
“Oh, wow,” she whimpers. It’s barely there, but my ears hear it like starving wolves sensing prey.
I smile down at her. “What’s the matter, gorgeous? Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a grown man before?”
Her little teeth pull on her lip. Her big green eyes waver. There’s something she’s not saying, and when I realize what it is, my cock fucking hurts with raging need.
“Shit, woman. Don’t tell me you’ve never done this before?” I pinch her chin softly between two fingers, making her look at me, while my free hand goes to my belt and begins to tug.
“Not with anyone like you, Drake. Not with...not with anyone.”
There it is. God, do I love her innocence.
She talks like she’s telling some terrible secret, some unspeakable, awful thing that’ll send me running for the hills. Doesn’t she get it?
Knowing she’s never had a dick up inside her just makes me want her more.
Knowing she’s never been marked by another man makes me want to claim her more.
Knowing she’s the world’s hottest virgin just makes my hunger rampant, so damn ready to swallow her up
in a pleasure and a passion she won’t forget every time she breathes.
“Darlin’, fuck,” I snarl, untangling my buckle, then shoving down my jeans. I wriggle out of them and go for my boxers, grabbing her hand before I do and pushing it to the waistband. “You do the honors. Take a good look at what I’m gonna use to show you how fuckin’ hot your little secret makes any man with a good set of balls.”
I love those eyes as I help her pull down, exposing my cock. I love how her lips open. And yeah, I damn sure love how she gasps, this airy little whimper that’s way too close to how I know she’ll sound before I bring her off on every inch.
“Lay the hell back. Here we go,” I whisper, shoving my boxers off, pressing her deep into the hay.
I barely remember to fumble back in my pants for my wallet, praying there’s a backup condom in there. There is, thank fuck.
Then she’s swarming me, her hands in my hair, pulling my face against hers for another dick-jolting kiss as I struggle with the packet.
Goddamn. Looks like I’m not the only one here getting riled, so anxious to be in her it’s hard to remember how to even move.
My hands are tingling as I break another frantic kiss. Those sweet tits of hers rise and fall on her chest, heaving with heavy, desperate breaths, almost panting for the inevitable.
I hurry the fuck up. Rolling the latex down my shaft, I poise it between her legs, giving her one last longing look. My seething cock rubs up and down against her folds, half a mind to fuck her without waiting for the rest of me.
No, damn it. Need to take this slow. Need to give her time.
That’s what I try to tell myself, anyway, as I lace my fingers through hers and push. Bella’s eyes flutter shut, and there’s the softest moan, her face twisting with this mad cocktail of stinging pleasure.
Then I’m in so deep. Her pussy struggles to take it all, but I glide in one inch at a time, probing into depths so tight I’m half afraid I’ll hurt her.
“Bella?” I whisper, waiting till she gives me those eyes again.
Her hand lifts up to my cheek, feeling me, and she nods.
“Go, Drake. I want it. Please.”
Please.
That last little word gets me, breaks whatever leash still holds me back. No damn more.
Then my fingers pinch tight in hers and I go down, kissing at her throat, hips working my dick into her deeper, faster.
A minute later, we’re into this tempo, this full body pulse that says there’s no doubt what sex with Bella Reed will be every fucking time.
Amazing. Earth-shattering. So goddamn sweet it just crushes your soul with a candy mallet, and leaves you crawling back for more over broken shards of sugar.
I don’t even know what I’m feeling as I drive into her, baring my teeth, picking up my pace as her soft little cunt slowly accommodates harder, deeper thrusts.
“Drake!” she whimpers, this waver in her voice that says she won’t last long.
I smile, loving how the pleasure consumes her. Then I help wrap her little hands fully around my neck, pull up a bit, and nip at her earlobe. “Hang on to me, darlin’. Hang on tight. It’s about to get real.”
I hit her with real, deep, pussy diving strokes. I go in to the hilt for the first time and nearly lose my load, but grind down on her clit instead, giving it all the hell up to her and this scream that starts pouring out of her.
Holy fuck, Bella.
Her pussy sleeves my cock so hard I have to fight to keep going, but somehow I do, mustering my focus to fuck her right through her first O.
Keep going, too. Right past the moans and the nails digging at my back, past the lush pink lips I could smother for hours, past her body arching into mine like we’re two different polarities.
Two currents gone hot and electric and real.
Two hearts torn to shit, and fucked whole again real sweet, if only for a few perfect seconds.
I thought the first time she came on my mouth was all fireworks, but this...this is a whole damn jubilee.
Just hot, pink pleasure and savage, slick thrusts. I lose myself in her as much as she does me, and I don’t even realize she’s about to come again because my own fire washes up my spine so fast it closes my throat.
“Shit, darlin’, gonna blow. Come on. Come the hell with me, Bella.” I’m urging her on with desperate, hard strokes. I reach down, frigging her clit, thrusting like mad, holding it in till she gives me this shrill little call.
“Drake!”
One word. One name. One last call before pure liquid passion hits like a fucking freight train.
Then I’m punched down to the hilt, every muscle in my body breathing fire, dick swelling as her pussy tightens.
Then I’m coming, so hard I damn near choke, every bit of breath feeding this raw release that’s more like the sky splitting open.
Then my cock swells, spilling every bit of me in her sucking, convulsing depths. My ears burn with her whimpers and my whole vision blurs and goes white, crushing her sweet lips at the last second before I’m gone, taking one more hit off this drug called Bella Reed.
I still can’t figure out what hit me till later, when we’re flopped down together, her half on top of me with this sly little smile on her face.
Maybe it’s sorta proud, too. I know I sure as hell am because I’m the man who put it there.
“Holy smokes. I wish you’d told me it was the best thing ever,” she says, running her fingers over my muscles.
“Can’t say that ’cause it’s not, darlin’.” I wait for her to look at me, surprised. “Best ever’s coming. Round one’s just a warmup.”
“Round one?” She laughs, her eyes going adorably jittery in her head. “Oh, my, yes.”
I smile, pulling her into another kiss. So maybe I’ve created a sex-crazed little monster, and damn if I don’t love it.
She lifts her head again, bracing for more, but her smile quickly turns into a frown. “Hey, wait. What was that? That chirping sound?”
It takes me a minute to realize it’s my phone.
The camera app.
Aw, hell.
13
The Girl Dad Married (Bella)
I press a hand to the churning in my stomach as the white BMW pulls into the yard.
Talk about bad timing.
My knees are still so weak from Drake I don’t dare let go of the barn door. I had no clue an orgasm could do that to a human being, much less me. Leave them unable to stand. To walk.
And if that buzzer on Drake’s phone hadn’t gone off, we’d still be in the hay loft, having more fun than I’ve ever had.
Glancing down at my clothes, I check to make sure I didn’t put anything on inside out in my rush to get dressed, furiously finger-combing my hair. We barely had time to throw on our clothes and scramble down out of the loft.
I can’t believe this crap.
“You look fine,” Drake whispers in my ear. “Don’t even have any hay in your hair.”
His hand circles my waist, and loving his touch, I say, “That’d be your problem. I started on top, remember?”
He chuckles. “I’ll never forget it.”
“Neither will I.” I really couldn’t. Not ever.
Sadly, I’m going to have to try to deal with...whatever this is. Yet another unexpected visit from Mom. I swear to God, she’s timing them now to try to break us, one more high pressure tactic I wouldn’t put past her.
But when the driver’s side door of the car swings open, I’m surprised to see it’s just Dad. No sign of her in the passenger seat anywhere.
“Want me to come with?” Drake asks.
I nod slowly, and with his support, approach the BMW.
“Hi, Dad,” I say as we get closer.
He nods as his gaze bounces between us, first Drake, then me.
I hold my breath at the thought of him knowing what he’d interrupted.
Thank God for that app on Drake’s phone. Without the advance warning, who knows what could’ve happene
d here. I still don’t know what will.
“So what brings you by?” I eye him cautiously. He’s a quiet man, never easy to get much out of him even at the best times.
“Your mother’s upset,” Dad finally says.
“What else is new?” I ask with a bitter edge to my voice.
He doesn’t really nod, but I sense he’s not angry with my answer. Maybe he’s just defeated. Sick of it all.
“I’m upset, too, Annabelle,” he says. “And disappointed.”
For a second, I want to lay into him, but stop, searching for meaning.
He’s not like Mom. I’ve rarely heard a bad word from him directed at anyone. He’s never said he’s disappointed with me, either. What gives?
“Let’s go inside and talk this out,” Drake says. Finally, a sensible suggestion.
Dad agrees. Once we’re in the living room, I sit down on the sofa while Dad takes one of the arm chairs flanking it. They’re light-brown leather, and I run my hands over the coolness, needing something to calm my nerves.
I really don’t want a showdown with my father. I’m not even sure how I’ll react to it. This isn’t like him, showing up on his own, talking like this. I don’t know how to interpret what’s about to happen.
“Can I get you some coffee, Mr. Reed?” Drake asks. “Water? A beer?”
“Hmm, I could go for a beer,” Dad murmurs, stroking his chin.
He actually has a five o’clock shadow. I’ve only seen that a couple times in my life, another thing out of the ordinary.
Whatever he’s doing here, it must not be to raise hell or rake me over the coals, if he’s willing to take Drake up on the drink offer.
Honestly, I haven’t seen him drink beer for ages.
Mother prefers red wine, so by default, Dad does too. Their place has an entire cellar stacked high with European imports.
An odd bout of empathy rises up in me. He’s always been so mild-tempered, so calm and easygoing, and so hard to read. I wonder if it’s because he’s depressed.
“Bella?”
I look up at Drake, who’s waiting for my answer.
“I’m good. Maybe just a water. Thanks.” I watch him walk into the kitchen. Come to think of it, he can be mild tempered, calm, and easygoing too, but no woman will ever run roughshod over Drake the way Mom has on Dad.