“Please, Bolt,” she begged shamelessly. “Please help me!”
As she watched, Bolt tilted his head and frowned. With his massive shaft straining in his hand, he touched the huge knot of his cock head against her pouting cleft. When he pushed his shaft down against the red barrier, the silk cut more deeply into her thighs.
“I don’t think this is going to work,” he drawled.
“Bolt!” she screamed.
Laughing darkly, he put a knee on the bed. “I’m sorry, baby doll, but I can’t get to you with my cock. You’re just going to have to settle for my tongue. Are you ready for some give and take?”
“Give and take?” she whimpered helplessly.
He nodded. “That’s where I give it out and you take it. All of it.”
“Give it?” She sobbed as her head tossed on the bed. “Give what?”
“Whatever I want to force on you, baby doll. You’re the one with her legs spread and her feet nailed to the floor. I’m the one with his face in your pussy,” he chuckled.
As Bolt stretched out beside her, his tongue slipped into her cleft and rode down the entire length of her slot in a bold stroke. A hoarse cry escaped her lips at the sheer explosive pleasure of that wet tongue sliding against her hot flesh. Tavia pressed her knees wide as she strained within the restricting bonds of those wicked shoes as well as the panties lashed around her hips.
“Do you like that?” he murmured as she tried to rock her sex into his mouth. “Let’s see if I can get these panties out of my way enough to reach your cunt with my tongue.”
As he pushed down on the front of her panties, the tautly stretched silk cut a cruel line across the tops of Tavia’s thighs. She didn’t complain. Instead, she waited with breathless anticipation for the delicious gift of his mouth, low on her sex. She moaned with gratitude as the rough tip of his tongue slid through her folds and played around her entrance before returning to her clit.
“You want to return the favor?” Bolt put a knee over her shoulders and straddled her face. “Wrap your lips around my cock, Tavia.”
Tavia swallowed hard. The intimidating length of his cock hung before her eyes, mouthwateringly male, cunt-dampeningly attractive—wide, dark and ridden with heavy veins that pulsed with raging virility. Tavia groaned as she chewed on her bottom lip. While his penis was long, it wasn’t the length, per se, that concerned her. It was the massive girth. “Bolt,” she started apologetically, “I’m not going to be able to get much of this in my mouth.”
“Just take as much as you can, sweetheart. Just lock your lips around my cock head and suck hard. I’ll do the rest.” His hips undulated slowly as he lowered his groin to drag his shaft over her face. In a silken slide of hot, male flesh it traveled across her cheek. Reaching back with one hand, he levered his shaft downward and nudged the damp, moist head against her lips.
Tavia opened her mouth as he fed the crown into her mouth. A deep rumble of pleasure vibrated down his body as she pulled the plum-shaped head between her lips and hooked her tongue under the rim of its mushrooming hood. He froze. His wet mouth was suddenly still on her pussy as she sharpened her tongue to a point and drove it against the sensitive wrinkle of flesh caught beneath the hood of his cock head. His huge diameter gave a mighty, threatening pulse that stretched her lips wide as he groaned into her pussy flesh. Quickly, he retracted his hips, dragging his cock from her mouth. She watched his shaft stretching heavily before her face. Her saliva glimmered in a shining veil around the top of his cock and a thick drop of pre-cum welled from its tip before it dripped onto her chin. Tavia gasped in a hungry breath, full of the rich, potent scent of aroused male.
“Play fair,” he growled.
Feeling more confident, Tavia smiled as she reached for him, hooking her fingers around his shaft and drawing his cock back into her mouth. His hips moved in a rapid, brutal slide as he forced his cock to the back of her throat, embedding his shaft deep in her mouth before she had a chance to work her evil with her tongue. With small nudges, he pressed his tip against the back of her throat. Her mouth was so full of cock that she gagged an instant.
Bolt withdrew a few inches. “Take me, Tavia. Take all of me,” he urged as he surged into her mouth again. She tried to shake her head but Bolt wasn’t having it. “Open your throat and swallow,” he commanded. “Take a breath then swallow me on my next thrust.”
Tavia took a breath and swallowed as he shoved into her. Seconds later he pulled back and she drew in a sharp gasp of air then swallowed him again as he rode into her with a series of long thrusts and short retreats.
Between her legs, his wicked tongue was slashing down through her folds again. Viciously, purposefully, pitilessly, he attacked her clitoris with the wet lash of his tongue, pausing only occasionally to push a soft kiss over her tortured clit before he savaged it once more. Her legs relaxed, her knees fell wider and her hips started to jerk as her throat worked to take his cock deeper. The pressure built inside her mouth as his expanding shaft flexed in her throat and his warm, rough testicles brushed against her nose.
His tongue stabbed through her folds again in a long, delicious drive that set every pink pussy nerve ending at the edge of bliss, screaming in the searing, mind-bending pleasure that comes just before climax. Straining her hips upward, Tavia held her breath, waiting on the sharp edge of orgasm. Knowing that the next rough touch of his tongue would be the one to do it.
She was coming. She was coming right into his dark, hot, manipulative mouth.
As though he knew exactly that, Bolt dallied, the tip of his tongue prodding lightly into the nick of her cleft, warm and tempting and unbearably wet, promising everything but halting just short of delivering the satisfaction her body now screamed for. Gently, he lapped at her clitoris while he pulled his hips back an inch, allowing her to grab a quick breath before he forged back in to fill her throat.
With his cock filling her mouth, Tavia growled as she writhed in the tight spread of the shoes fixed to the floor. Deep inside her vagina she ached for the hammer of his cock head pounding against her cervix. She longed for his wide diameter, stretching the rim of her vulva. She didn’t want his tongue anymore. She wanted his cock. His huge, powerful, punishing cock seated deep inside her wet sex as he fucked her with an animal intensity that would leave the stamp of his cock head imprinted on her womb forever.
Beneath his damp mouth, she thrashed to escape him and his wicked tongue. She twisted her head, trying to expel his giant length from her mouth, but his hips shifted as he forced her to accept the presence of the shaft stretching her throat.
“Hold still,” he commanded, his lips moving against the full softness of her labia. He wrapped his arms around her upper legs and his hands tightened on the sweat-dampened flesh beneath her thighs. He warned her with the hot, hard press of his tongue at the top of her cleft. Breathlessly, she stilled. Waiting for deliverance.
When it came, she shouted around his cock as his tongue drove down through her ready sex. Jerking into his mouth, she spilled over the edge of tight need into unraveling bliss, her cunt clenching on air in a long series of tight, shuddering spasms as a wet surge of heat spilled from her vagina and slid into her crease.
As she came, Bolt dragged his cock from her mouth. She felt his fine skin catch on her teeth as he retracted his long length. It hung above her, wet and pulsing, dripping a thin wash of pre-cum onto her neck. As she twisted in voluptuous need, she tasted his musky release wetting her lips. Collecting it with the sweep of her tongue, she closed her eyes and swallowed his potent discharge. “Oh my god,” she murmured and praised and whispered, lifting her head to pull her worshipping tongue along the dark veins that twisted around his wet shaft, seeking out more of his unique, male flavor.
“You’re not done yet,” he told her in a raw voice. She felt the panties bite into her flesh more deeply as he made himself a little more room to operate between her legs. Touching his lips to the top of her labia, he kissed her gently, pushing his rugge
d mouth against her sex as he sucked her clit between his lips. Gently but persistently he continued to suck the little knot of flesh in the hold of his warm lips. This time there was no hint of roughness in the wet kiss he lavished between her legs. Just the warm enveloping heat of his mouth, making love to her stunned clit.
Turning her head, Tavia tried to reseat his shaft in her mouth, but he pulled away, allowing her nothing more than the occasional, languishing lick up his long, ridged length. Her folds felt thick and used. Her clit felt swollen—increasingly unsettled and unsatisfied, despite the shattering climax she’d just experienced. Slowly, she felt the tight knot of satisfaction loosen inside her vagina as her muscles relaxed and opened again—interested, eager and voraciously greedy. Hungry for a man. Ready to be filled with the huge girth of vein-rich flesh that hung before her face.
But again, the sadist denied her the gift of his brutal length. As she approached a fast meltdown, he locked the tops of three fingers into her streaming cunt. With the same three fingers spreading her labia, he pressed his middle one firmly against the whole length of her slot. With her clit crushed beneath that hard finger, Bolt’s hand vibrated ruthlessly and his fingers stretched her vulva wide as she came again. Gritting her teeth, she came and she came and she came in a shockingly long sequence of contractions that continued in an endless stream of disturbing ecstasy. Every time she thought it was over, he tightened his grip along her slot and spread his fingers in her vulva, coaxing another surge of anguished delight from her cunt. She thought the pleasure would never end.
Several body-racking convulsions later, Tavia was drenched in sweat as the moisture that crept through her crease dripped from her bottom onto the hand-stitched bedspread. She felt wrung out and wrenched, strung out on pleasure. Her cunt was totally closed. Locked up for the night. Locked up forever. Soft and achy and gloriously sated.
Then, with his finger pressed over her clit, Bolt forced her to come again. Under his merciless manipulation, her cunt opened for a brief, surprised instant as she experienced a short, tight wave of deep, searing pleasure.
“No,” she sobbed, as he pushed his fingers down through her pussy to her opening and rimmed her streaming entrance with the rough, calloused pad of his fingertips. “No. Not again. Please.”
“You give up?” he murmured with a tight laugh.
“I give up,” she moaned.
“Learned your lesson?”
She nodded.
“No more underpants?”
Again she nodded. “Not when you’re around,” she surrendered with a grating moan. “Are you going to let me out of these shoes now?”
“In a minute.” Turning, he straddled her hips and leaned forward. With his weight on his hands and his knees stretched wide, Bolt fed his cock between her slick, sweat-dusted breasts that were packed tightly together within the confining framework of her bra. Dragging his cock through the tight hug of her breasts, he jerked his hips as he fucked her tits. She watched his hard abdomen surge above her as he drove his hips at her time and again.
Reaching between his spread legs, Tavia wrapped her fingers gently around his balls, handling his rough testicles as she felt them harden, felt him still and felt him spill onto her chest in hot, liquid surges of spewing ejaculate that poured onto her breasts and rolled in thick rivulets toward her shoulders. With one hand wrapped around his root, Bolt grunted as he rubbed his shaft into the shining puddle between her breasts then painted Tavia’s tight nipples with his slippery cum.
When Bolt finally rolled off her, he gathered Tavia’s head in the cradle of his big hand and pressed her face into his damp groin. The sharp, tangy smell of Bolt’s cum filled her lungs as she fell asleep with her legs spread, her feet nailed to the floor and his semen drying to a thin skin on her chest.
Chapter Five
When Tavia woke, the dark house was quiet. The light that grayed her bedroom window suggested dawn’s approach. Bolt had rolled away from her in the night. He lay on his back, sprawled across the bed with the fingers of one hand tangled in her hair. Rousing herself enough to unfasten the buckles on her shoes, Tavia tucked her breasts back into the cups of her bra and pulled her dress around her.
Her stirrings had roused the animal stretched out beside her and he reached for her with one arm, snaring her into his hold, pulling her into the warmth of his chest. His lips brushed across her forehead before he fell asleep again. His breathing was long and even as she twisted in his arms. When her back was against his chest, his arms shifted to twine around her. One hand came under her arm to wrap around a lace-cupped breast, the other splayed out to claim the soft curve of her belly.
Tavia sighed. She could get used to this. Everything Bolt did seemed sexy. Even the way he cradled her belly in his large hand.
For the next hour or so, she lay quietly within the strong cage of his arms, savoring his sexy, male presence as she waited for the sky to lighten. When she figured it was close to six o’clock, she worked her way out of Bolt’s embrace and headed for the bathroom where she showered. Wrapped up in a fluffy white robe, she snagged a cup of coffee in the kitchen and headed for her office where she went to work on her current story.
Although Tavia tried to concentrate on resolving her plotline, the thick heat that pooled between her legs distracted her. Her throbbing sex felt swollen and used, her clit bruised as her pulse threaded through it in a thick reminder of how she’d spent the night. Impatiently, she crossed her legs then quickly uncrossed them. When she looked up, Bolt was in the doorway, his shoulder propped against the jamb. The gray sweatpants were gone, replaced by his faded jeans hanging low on his hips. Like a lovesick pup, her clit responded to his presence with an aching pulse of desire.
Jeez. How could she be thinking of sex? Her poor abused pussy was so battered and mauled, it probably needed a week to recover. Bolt gave her a tentative smile and her clit twinged while her vulva gulped in anticipation. She returned him a watery smile of her own.
“How do you feel this morning?” he asked in a soft, rough burr that sounded so damn…affectionate.
“Great,” she answered quickly. “Great.” She tugged her eyes from him and fixed them on the computer screen, feigning the utmost interest in whatever the hell it was in front of her face.
She heard the scuff of his bare feet as he sauntered into the room. He stopped when he reached her, wrapped his hand around her nape and squatted beside her rolling chair. “Hey,” he murmured, “don’t get all shy on me now. I’m the guy who ate you out last night.”
And that didn’t help. Her swollen pussy ached at the reminder then throbbed with a heavy wave of new arousal. She shook her head as the thick pad of his thumb caressed the corner of her mouth.
“I got hit with an unexpected deadline this morning. My manuscript has to be in by noon,” she mumbled, averting her eyes as she wondered why she was lying to him.
Her story wasn’t due for another month. She didn’t know why she’d just lied. She just knew she didn’t want to drive him to Albuquerque. She couldn’t tell if she was reluctant to spend an hour alone with him in the car or whether she was trying to delay his departure.
He nodded.
“I…won’t be able to give you that ride to Albuquerque.” The hard curve of his lips kicked back into a smile. “Maybe one of the carpenters will be heading in that direction at the end of the day,” she suggested falteringly.
In a long, delicious stretch of hard, male muscle, he rose to his feet. “I’ll check with them,” he told her. “What time does Maria get here?”
“Maria doesn’t work on Thursdays.”
“I’ll head for the kitchen then and see what I can find for breakfast.”
As soon as he was out the door, Tavia buried her face in her hands. There was a hungry, pounding ache in her vagina and an obstinate pulsing interest in her poor, ravaged clit that was beyond belief. Her traitorous body parts apparently didn’t know what was good for them. Exactly how much did they think a girl could t
ake?
For the next half hour, Tavia stared at the computer monitor, trying to focus. She had accomplished exactly nothing when Bolt reappeared carrying two plates, one of which he slid onto the desk beside her mouse pad.
“What’s this?” she asked hesitantly.
“Bacon and mushroom sandwich.” He pulled up a chair on the other side of her desk. He dropped into the chair then returned to his feet with a start. Reaching for his back pocket, he pulled out his hammer and laid it on the desk beside his plate.
“You can cook?”
“Don’t act so surprised,” he chided her.
Suddenly, she remembered her manners. “Thanks,” she murmured.
“I’m the oldest of four kids,” he said without looking at her. “My mother went to work fulltime after the divorce.” He shrugged. “I learned to cook.”
Tavia nodded and took a dainty bite of the warm sandwich. Almost immediately, she closed her eyes. “This is good!” she exclaimed.
“Thought you’d like it.” He grinned, baring a wicked glimpse of gleaming white teeth. “We gotta keep your strength up so you can continue writing those best sellers.”
“Who said I wrote best sellers?”
Gnawing off a huge chunk of crusty bread wrapped around crisp bacon and fried mushrooms, Bolt shrugged as he threw a glance around the room. “This house. Your car. The new addition.”
“My boyfriend?” she said with a wry laugh.
His eyes shifted with a guilty gold slide of color. He shrugged. “Well, I don’t trust Alex. But you’re an attractive woman, Tavia.”
She took another bite. “Yeah?” she said with a smile, inviting him to continue.
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