He smacked her again, harder. “Cheeky wench. I’ll be the judge of when you’re ready…”
I’m ready, I’m ready, she felt like screaming. More followed, until she was panting, each sharp blow enough to sting and warm, but not really hurt. Every nerve ending on her ass was tingling.
“You gonna be a good girl for me now, babe?” He leaned over to lick a moist path over the abused flesh, a delicious chill running over her buttocks as he blew on the dampened skin before laying kisses over the ultrasensitive flesh. Hell, she had to be dripping. A moan left her lips as the head of his cock nudged at the spread lips of her vagina again.
“Answer me.”
“Yes!”
“Good.” As he spoke, he lifted her off his lap to a standing position in front of him, his hands gripping her hips, which was just as well, since she was having trouble standing on her own. “Just so we’re clear on this…” he leaned forward to kiss the mound of her pussy, before his tongue lapped further down, teasing her clit with flicks and swirls, “…I’m responsible for your pleasure, baby. And that’s final.” He stood up, crowding her, his expression resolute. The hard thrust of his erection pushed at the softness of her belly.
“And what about you, big guy? What about your pleasure?” she asked as she placed her hands on his chest, then slid down his body until she was kneeling on the floor. She blew on his cock and watched it jerk in response.
“You, baby. Only you.” He gripped her head, his fingers scrunching in the strands as he brought her face closer. “Now open up that pretty mouth and suck it.”
Keeping her eyes on Randy, noticing the clenched jaw, the tenseness in his face as his excitement rose, she waited until the head of his cock was nudging insistently at her lips before she slowly opened her mouth and allowed him to ease just the tip inside.
He nodded at her. “Wider. Open up, babe, and let me in.”
She watched the grimace of pleasure as she wrapped her lips around him, allowing her tongue to caress the velvety skin all the way down the shaft as he thrust slowly in and out. Inhaling, she relished the male scent, that mix of sweat and sex, and hot man. Her man.
“That’s it, honey. Oh, fuck…” His breathing increased, his cock shuttling faster, pistoning inside her mouth as she trailed her fingers up his inner leg, stopping to run her nails over the puckered skin of the tightening sac beneath his cock. She moaned as a small taste of pre-come trickled over her tongue.
He was getting close. She could feel it, taste it. The muscles of his legs bunched and the grip on her hair tightened. He panted. His hips pumping against her face as she strained to take every inch.
Lips stretched around the width of his cock, relishing the painful tug on her scalp that indicated he was nearing his peak, she dug her nails into the tight muscles of his butt. With a jerk, he stiffened and roared, and the first hot spray of his come hit the back of her throat, followed by another and another. Closing her eyes with satisfaction, she swallowed eagerly.
Opening his eyes, he looked down at her. His breathing rough, he withdrew from her mouth, the shaft still glistening and semirigid. She licked her lips, humming with the taste of him that lingered in her mouth.
He pulled her up, kissing her hard, tongue swirling inside her mouth. “Now that we’ve taken the edge off mine, let’s see what we can do about you. On the bed.” He slapped her ass once more just to reinforce the command.
Oh yeah, bring it on, she thought as she scampered up onto the cool sheets…
* * * * *
Randy grinned with pure male satisfaction as he looked down at Crissy lying boneless on the bed, a lazy, satiated smile on her face, her body languid and loose from an overdose of passion. He’d planned on fucking her once or twice for starters, just to impress on her that he was back to normal, until he found her little secret stash of goodies… Since then he’d fucked her in just about every position imaginable—with help from her toys and without. Now she was limp as a wet noodle from coming so many times. But he had one more to go, one that would make her realize the only sex toy she needed, would ever need, was him.
“Come on, baby, I know you’re tired. Just turn over for me…that’s it.” With a cheeky grin, Randy rolled Crissy ‘til she was facedown on the bed and grabbed a pillow to slide under her hips. “That’s it, honey. Knees up, that’s perfect, baby. God, you’re beautiful.” It was a sight that never failed to make him want her with an obsessive need that almost took his breath, and he caressed the fleshy mounds, cupping them in his palms, seeing, through the gap between her legs, the dampness on her thighs, a mixture of her cream and his come. “Did I ever tell you how much I love your ass? Honey, I had dreams about your ass for months…”
Reaching for the tube of lube, he squirted some into his palm, gritting his teeth as he ran his hand up and down his cock, smearing the slippery liquid over its length.
They’d used the toys—all five of them—but for this last time, he grabbed the big blue vibe, the eight-inch vibrating one she seemed particularly partial to earlier.
He leaned over to whisper in her ear, running his tongue around the rim before nipping on the lobe. “You still with me, sweetheart? You’re not sleeping, are you?”
Her eyes fluttered open. “No. Definitely not sleeping. Not yet.” She stifled a yawn.
“Good. Just checking.”
Moving back to watch, he worked the dildo inside the snug depths of her pussy, watching as the plump lips worked around it, feeling the tension as her muscles clenched on the rigid length. When it was fully seated, he leaned over to kiss the soft skin of her butt, breathing deeply of the mixture of sweet scents that surrounded his well-loved woman, gently stroking the vibe in and out until Crissy was moaning, hips twitching, lifting, moving against his hand.
With his other hand, he slowly eased the butt plug out of her ass, his eyes darkening with hunger as he noticed the little pucker didn’t quite close. “Oh Jesus, sweetheart.” He’d have a heart attack at this rate before he slid his cock in there.
His breathing shallow, he grasped his dick in his hand and aimed for the pouting little hole, tucking the head at the entrance and nudging it until it the reddened skin started to flower open around the head of his cock, the promise of heat and indescribable pleasure making his gut clench as he pushed in until the head was lodged just inside the tight ring of muscle.
“Okay, babe, we’ll just take this nice and slow…nice and easy…hell, yeah.” He gritted his teeth as he moved slowly, watching intently as his straining shaft eased further inside her, the tightness of her ass as he slid out and back in sending shivers over his body. Completely submerged in the sensation of the silken slide of his straining flesh going deeper, deeper.
“More, Randy…”
Her soft little whimper penetrated the fog of lust surrounding him, the pinch of the muscles around his shaft tearing a groan from him.
“Please…”
He inhaled sharply as her hips lifted, pushing back against him so that he slid in the final inches until he was fully seated inside the virgin channel. He was panting, sucking in great draughts of air as he fought not to pound into her. But the clench and release was…it was…
“More. Harder.”
“Shit. Slow down, baby.” His hands tightened on her hips, as he tried to control the urge to thrust, hard and fast. “Don’t…want…to hurt you.”
“You won’t, Randy. For God’s sake, will you move!”
And she pushed back against him, moaning, then drew her hips forward so that he almost slid out of her—would have if his hands weren’t digging into the curves of her hips.
Minx! If she thought she could take control this time, he had news for her. Keeping the pace slow, he gradually increased it until she was pleading—begging—him for more. Reaching underneath her, he flicked the switch on the vibe, jerking as he felt the vibrations along the length of his shaft through the thin wall separating his cock from her pussy. With a growl, he powered inside her again, d
ropping over her back to blanket her and hold her down, all semblance of control shattered. Pumping faster and faster, digging deeper each time, relishing her groans, the way she gripped and released his cock. Fuck, he was going to die at this rate.
He inhaled the scent of her hair, lost in the feel of her moving under him, submissive, willing, giving him everything he needed, everything he asked for, everything he could ever want. “This is it, mate. Just you and me and all the loving you can take.”
“Yes!”
“Love me, baby?”
“Oh God, Randy, yes! Yes!”
“Love you too, Crissy.” He nuzzled the side of her face, licking at the sweat that ran down her cheek. “Forever.”
Pulse pounding in his veins, he felt the hot streaks of pleasure shooting down his spine, the tingle of electric heat blooming in his balls and along the length of his thickening cock. Desperate now to come, lost in a primal craze to imprint his heart and his soul on his mate, he laved the skin of her shoulder, finally settling on the spot where he’d first bitten her, first marked her as his, and bit down.
Ripples of sensation raced down his cock as she cried out and exploded underneath him, the walls of her pussy clenching around the vibrating dildo, making the muscles of her ass grip him like a fist.
Streaks of fire shot out the head of his dick, and Crissy trembled underneath him, crying out as her orgasm took her again and again.
* * * * *
He’d already called Ziggy to tell him not to expect him back at work for a few days. He had a more important job to do.
Ever since they arrived back from the cabin, a certain scent had filled the air every time Crissy came near him, getting stronger every day, and it wasn’t just the scent of lust. Nope, his little mate was fertile. Ripe as a peach ready for plucking.
Funny, but he’d steered clear of any woman who ever smelled that way, the sharp tang of their fertility working on him more effectively than a cold shower. But not this time.
Bussing her lips with his, he waited as she opened one eye lazily and smiled at him.
“Hey, beautiful.”
“Big guy. What’s up?”
“Plenty.” He rubbed the hardness of his shaft along her thigh, prodding at the swollen mound between her legs. When she slung her leg higher over his hip, opening her up further, he couldn’t help himself, and pushed just the crown inside the delicious warmth and wetness of her channel.
“You remember telling me you wanted kids, honey?”
“Sure,” she murmured. “Lots. Why?”
“You have any sort of timing in mind?” He licked a long line down her neck, laving the bite on her shoulder until she shivered.
She giggled softly. “Well, sooner rather than later. Why?”
“Sooner just arrived, sweetheart.”
As she came fully awake and her eyes widened, he moved over her, sliding in between her legs as he settled in the cradle of her thighs.
“What? You mean—” She moaned as the head of his cock prodded a little deeper, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist so that he sank in to the hilt, wrenching a savage groan from him. That was one thing he loved about Crissy. Always wet. Always ready for him.
“If you want a baby, honey, then I suggest we don’t waste any more time. You okay with that?”
“Oh, you mean practice?” She chuckled. “Haven’t we done enough of that?”
He smiled down at her, blown away once again that this gorgeous woman was all his. “This is the real deal, honey, the main event.” Resting easily on his elbows, he grasped her face in his palms, rubbing his lips over hers until she parted her lips. Licking inside her mouth until her tongue met his. With a sigh, he pulled his mouth away from hers, resting his forehead against hers. “Crissy, you’re ovulating.”
“You can smell me?”
“Uh-huh.” He looked up, searching her eyes. “And, baby, it’s driving me insane. So if you don’t want kids just yet, you better tell me within the next few seconds, because I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop…” His hips had set up a steady thrust and withdraw, the feel of the velvety insides of her cunt sucking him in further and further until he just wanted to bury himself in there and never come out.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, long and deep, before pulling back and looking into his eyes. “Do you hear me saying no?” she whispered against his lips.
About the Author
One thing Susie Charles could never say is that her life has been boring. Having lived in more places than she can remember and tried enough different occupations to fill a job guide, has given her a wealth of experiences to draw upon in her stories.
Now, as a writer of erotic romances, she works diligently to live up to her lusty image. Always looking for inspiration wherever she can find it, she has a disconcerting habit of checking out the “talent” when she goes shopping with her adult daughters—although, for them, she draws the line at whistling at strange men. She spends her spare time walking along the beach where she lives, ostensibly exercising while she plans new stories, but more often than not visually distracted by the delicious abundance of almost naked male flesh she uses as “inspiration”.
Needless to say, with her boundless and undiminished appreciation for the male of the species, her heroes are always hunky sex gods who will do anything to make their lady happy. Being of the curvy variety herself and knowing how most males just love curves, her heroines are never model-thin, and are fun, sassy and intelligent to boot.
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