Let Me Taste You: Steamy Older Man Younger Woman Romance (Let Me Love You Book 2)

by Mia Madison

  My face twisted in shock. This was the type of crazy shit Dilayla warned me about. This was why I didn’t deal with high-profile men, or hell, most men, period.

  “Wow, that’s insane,” I said.

  “Here’s what else I need you to see.” He handed me his phone. “Here are the text messages between us.”

  I looked over his evidence and he was correct. He hadn’t been in contact with her. She initiated most of their communication. His responses were scattered, and very dry if I said so myself.

  “You dodged a bullet.”

  “I dodged a damn atomic bomb,” he corrected. “She’s narrowly escaped legal charges. She’s not allowed to contact me any further.”

  “Legal charges?”

  He scowled, “Yes. She almost cost me the best thing I’d ever have.”

  “What?”

  “You.” The passion in his voice had an intensity that drove me insane. “You’re exactly what I’ve been looking for.”

  “Me… as opposed to?”

  He pulled me close. “Does it matter? I’m thirty-nine years old, love. I’ve had a lot of experience with life. I’ve seen it all and I know what I want.”

  My heart pounded as he pulled me even closer. Our body heat intensified the moment as he spoke his truth.

  “I’ve got to be honest. I’ve known you all of a week and every day, I learn more and more about you. I can’t get enough of you. I don’t think it’s possible to be tired of you, or being around you. Give me the chance, baby, and I’ll show you I’m everything you’ve ever wanted, and more.”

  I felt my pussy melt like hot butter on a biscuit when he whispered those words into my ear. Whatever it was Kenny was made of, I couldn’t hold back any more as he won me over. This was it. He was it. And there wasn’t any fight left in me when he cupped my chin and pressed his full lips against mine.

  “God, your lips are fucking delicious,” he growled as he grabbed me, and I could feel his cock thicken and jump against my body. “I need to taste the rest of you.”

  “Oh, fuck,” I moaned. The idea of “apology head” felt so good right now, especially since I could see the coast was clear and that Angela was truly a non-factor in our situation.

  Kenny led me to the couch, where he knelt between my legs and spread my thighs apart.

  “I have something to tell you,” he confessed. “I’ve never eaten pussy… but I’m eating yours, and I refuse to stop until you cum all over my face.”

  He slid my heels off, lightly kissing each foot, sending a thousand giddy butterflies dancing through my tummy as my nipples hardened.

  Kissing his way up my thighs, Kenny smiled and grinned at the flushed reaction I gave him. I moaned as my hand met the top of his head and he inhaled the scent of my pussy.

  “You smell fucking beautiful,” he said. “If you look this good, and smell this good, I wonder how you taste.”

  “Mmm, say no more,” I said, moaning seductively as I pulled my panties to the side. I had to thank Dilayla for making sure I was freshly waxed for the potential “dick appointment.”

  Kenny was mentally immersed in how wet I was. Kenny’s fingers slid up and down the slippery folds of my wetness, stopping to circulate around the semi-erect nub. He gasped when he felt two tiny beads.

  “You’re pierced?” he asked, incredulous.

  I bit her lip and smiled. “Uh huh.” That sexy little nod of confirmation made him groan wildly.

  He pulled back. “Spread and let me see her.”

  I closed my eyes as I slowly unveiled the precious jewel between my legs. My clit was pink and perfect, engorged and dying for relief. His thumb slid over my clit and I shivered lightly.

  “No, that’s my job.” He stopped me and leaned forward.

  His eyes glazed over with lust and he closed his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and dove in. I instantly went crazy; for a newbie, he licked me like a pro. I squirmed and creamed as I wriggled and ground my wet cunt across his face.

  I showed him exactly what I needed, and even how to perfectly lock his lips around my clit, sending me into an intense orgasm at just the right moment.

  When he looked up, I looked down and wickedly told him, “Get on the couch. Now it’s your turn.”

  Kenny

  Raquel pushed me down onto the couch and sank to her knees in front of me. My cock was freed, and when she moaned with my dick in her mouth, I almost blew my load then and there.

  Fuck, she was sexy and classy, but in this moment, she was a fucking porn star. She groaned on me and my cock was drawn deeper down her throat.

  I wasn’t a small man by any means, so watching her accommodate my girth and length was amazing. It was like she unhinged her jaws because of how smoothly she drew me into her cavity without biting or choking.

  Not that I’d mind a little kinky choking. It was sexy. Especially when tears ran down her cheeks and she was still trying.

  “Fuck,” I gasped, unable to contain myself. I couldn’t believe I felt so good, my cock getting massaged with every suck, a wet massage in a Chinese finger trap that was coaxing out my nut.

  Raquel looked up at me, her sexy, brown eyes desirous and vulnerable as she performed. She looked like a glamorous model giving me a world-class blow job and I couldn’t help but stare into her eyes as I gritted my teeth and bucked my hips. The visual of actively feeding her my cock would stay with me for days to come.

  It felt so good.

  “Damn, you’re fucking amazing,” I groaned, blissfully. Pleasure weakened my body as I collapsed back into the sofa, feeling the way she wrapped me up in her hot throat. I was completely powerless to resist her; every vein in my dick throbbed as I tried not to lose it too quickly in her mouth.

  Raquel’s eyes smiled at me as she wickedly withdrew me from the warmth in her body. Her gaze caressed me as her petite French manicure stroked the extra thick layer of spit on my cock.

  “You didn’t know I could do that, huh?”

  “Fuck no. I mean, I never thought about it,” I lied. “But you’re like a fucking porn star. Shit.” I exhaled and my hips continued to buck in her hand. My throbbing cock was getting cold, dying to get back inside her mouth.

  But she had other plans. I watched as she slid down her sexy dress, revealing her breasts. They were lush and perfect, but they were covered in that damn Instagram bra. I couldn’t see her nipples and my erection pressed urgently against her palm as the frustration of being so close to what I wanted surged through me.

  I reached forward and carefully tugged at the bra. She pushed my hands away and sat back on her haunches. Her eyes teased mine as she slowly licked her lips, and peeled the bra off on her own. Perfect tan-colored nipples, the size of quarters, small and perfect, revealed themselves to me.

  I loved titties. Impeccable, juicy titties with cute nipples just like those.

  I leaned forward, both hands reaching out for her. Cupping them in my palms, I massaged each one, watching the way the sensation made her eyes narrow as she leaned into me. I pulled her up onto me, and clasped one in my mouth, exploring that cashmere-soft terrain with my tongue, working her body and driving her wild with every lavish lick I could.

  “Kenny…” she moaned, and I felt my cock jump. I grabbed that slender little hand and wrapped her palm around my dick. I moved it up and down, silently instructing her to keep me pumped and going. The way she sounded as I sucked on her pretty body let me know I would make her explode in her panties before I even got inside that sweet pussy.

  I ran my free hand up her jaw, slid it around to the base of her neck. My fingers pushed up her thick, brown locks, free of extensions, and smoothly made their way to the middle of her scalp. Feeling primal and testing my dominance, I tugged, just rough enough to jerk her head back.

  She crooned with submissive need, and I knew I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted to get balls deep in her cunt, fuck her so hard the tears would stream down her cheeks and splash down my chest in release.

  Her
thighs, toned and thick, were splayed as she straddled over me. I could see her adjust and then she rubbed herself up and down against me. The silky feel of her panties aroused me even more as I looked up at her, eyes closed, lips twisted with sultry need.

  … And we ain’t even had the full course yet.

  “Be gentle,” she said. “Not too deep.”

  “Only as deep as you want it baby,” I said, my voice husky. “But trust me, I can go deeper than you’d ever think.”

  She moaned as I pushed my thumb into her, lightly. Wet pussy was a sweet visual for me, but none ever looked as beautiful as the one in front of me. That shit was a masterpiece, and the cute, red gemstones on her piercing were nothing less than sultry.

  The more I learned about this girl, the more I uncovered the erotic secrets in her garden, the more I craved being inside her.

  I sat up, cock in hand, ready to dive in, when she sat up abruptly.

  “I’m not ready yet,” she said. She leaned forward and grabbed my cock, bringing it back to her mouth. Her sexy tongue was perfectly sculpted with a point at the end. She traced the thick veins on my shaft with her tongue, and sucked me in deep, taking me so deep I almost lost control when my knees nearly buckled.

  “Whoa there,” she teased. “Let me find out you can’t take this like a man.”

  “Oh, I can take you all like a man,” I teased back. “Just wait and see, darling.”

  She giggled as she watched my face contort. I sat back down on the couch and she hovered over me on the side. It gave me fabulous access to her tits, which I mauled passionately as she sucked me up and down like a Hoover.

  Taking a breath while she jerked me, Raquel leaned over and squashed her beautiful lips against the head of my cock. The succulent, juicy noise of that kiss made my dick jump, and I knew what it was like to have a woman really worship my package.

  Blowjobs were amazing, but they were always better when a woman actually liked what she was doing, not necessarily doing it because she was looking forward to that even exchange.

  Or the amazing backstrokes I gave when I went balls deep on her from the back.

  Raquel would earn every scream in her orgasm tonight. This performance was fucking spectacular.

  “Baby, you sucking my cock like this is only gonna make me blow.” I begged. “You’ve got to let me live. I can’t go out like that so soon.”

  “Oh, really?”

  That drove her crazy; before I could think, she plunged back down, wrapping her lips around the base of my dick. Lewd burbles and spit slid out of her lips and spread over my balls. I heaved with pleasure as she squeezed my length with pulsations from her throat.

  Part of me worried if she could breathe, taking me in so deep, the tears starting to glide down her face. The lewd side of me didn’t give a shit; my cock felt so fucking good, I couldn’t contain myself.

  My hands wrapped themselves around the back of her head. She moaned and looked at me, her eyes narrowing in orgasmic pleasure as her tongue wriggled out below and licked against my balls. They were huge, swollen tight with the desire to bust the world’s biggest nut.

  I wanted to cum right then and there, but I knew I would pass the hell out if I did. Then I’d be all sorts of jackasses because I came before she did, and a guy never left a lady hanging when it came to matters of sexual pleasure.

  “Baby… fuck. Babe. Babe, I’m gonna cum! Stop… Stop. SHIT!” I begged, and tried to pull her off but she sucked even harder, making me writhe helplessly as my nipples hardened, goosebumps took over my body, and I shattered.

  “FUCK!” I roared. Loud, nasty groans, grunts, and beastly noises exited between my lips as I went lightheaded. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as the orgasm ripped through my body. My toes curled, and I shook involuntarily, overwhelmed by the sensory overload of what she’d done.

  I could feel that I’d released a huge load, the exit launching from the deepest corners of my balls, pushing their way through the head and spurting between her lips. I always released huge, bulky nuts, enough to choke a woman, but Raquel surprised me. She held still, her lips a beautiful vice grip on my shaft as she took me deep, swallowing as I jerked, giving me a final long squeeze and suck as she caressed my balls.

  She was remorseless as she tasted every ounce of my sensational release, pulling slow and savagely as she tasted me.

  Once I had nothing left to give, she nursed it for a few seconds more, and sat back, breathing with a relaxed sigh.

  My eyes were low when she looked at me. She was vibrant and full of life, as if she sucked my life essence into her body and stole all my energy. The experience of full-bodied relief turned every bone and muscle I had into jelly.

  “How do you feel?” she said, all chipper. I looked at her in disbelief.

  “You’re a blow job demon,” I said, exhausted.

  “Am not!” she giggled, and her eyes glittered with a pleasing sense of accomplishment. “I’m just very thorough at my job.”

  My eyes were getting heavier by the moment. She slid off the couch, breasts and ass swaying. I watched her walk to the bathroom. She emerged moments later, a hot washcloth in hand.

  “You look so drained.”

  “Ha,” I said, yawning. “Drained isn’t the word.”

  I luxuriated in the warm cloth against my package as she cleaned me up. It lulled me even deeper into the coma I was getting ready to succumb to.

  She leaned over and adjusted my legs, pulling the button to transform my end of the sofa into its reclining position.

  She turned on the TV and curled up against me. It was the last thing I remembered before I passed out and had the deepest, most restful sleep ever.

  Raquel

  I woke up the next morning, curled up in bed with Kenny. He looked so peaceful lying next to me, completely unaware of his surroundings as he rested.

  I giggled to myself when I thought about last night. I don’t even remember how we got to bed. I just remember talking to him about Angela, feeling his tongue make love to my pussy, and watching him lose control when I sucked the soul out of him.

  “Good morning, babe.” Kenny rolled over and kissed me on the lips. Even his morning breath was amazing.

  “Morning.” My smile was wide as a sunbeam. “How’d you sleep?”

  “Amazing…” He pulled me close. “Thanks to you.”

  “Oh, really?” I rolled my eyes in disbelief. “You’re crazy.”

  He sat up on his elbows and looked at me with the most intense look I’d ever seen in my life.

  “Baby, you have no idea what it’s like to toss and turn because you’re lying next to someone you can’t trust. When I’m next to you, I feel completely at ease. I feel like I can tell you anything, experience everything, and sleep securely in your embrace. You’re like a soothing balm to me, and I can’t wait until you learn the ropes of the real estate business,” he said, pulling me closer. “I’ll have you around me as much as possible.”

  I looked into his deep, brown eyes and remained speechless. I could feel everything he said leave his lips and shoot straight into my soul.

  That’s when I knew, then and there, that he was the One. He was the man I wanted to be with and give myself to.

  “Kenny, I have a confession to make myself.” I sat up, wrapping the sheets around me. He looked at me, eyes full of interest.

  “… I’m a virgin.”

  He said nothing, simply kept his gaze fixed on me. I repeated myself, and he shrugged. “And?”

  “Nothing. That’s it.” I blushed, unsure of how to react. “I didn’t know if it mattered or…”

  “Raquel, the only thing that matters to me, is that you want me, and want to give me the chance to show you how much you really mean to me,” he interrupted. “I know this is sudden, but when you know, you know. And I know you’re more than some beautiful woman I saved from a bad date at a restaurant.”

  His lips smashed against mine, and I melted into bliss when he kissed my rin
g finger and told me, “You’re my wife. You’re Mrs. Kenny Kenton. You always have been. Always will be. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

  Kenny

  Raquel didn’t believe me when I said I meant to marry her. But I didn’t need her to believe my words. Words, I’ve learned, mean nothing. I can say anything to sweep a woman off her feet. My actions declared the type of man I was, that showed a woman she could have faith in me.

  By eleven a.m., we’d showered. I didn’t have any clothes that would fit her gorgeous frame, so she slid her dress back on. My driver took us over to her place, where we placed the rose bouquet on the counter.

  I made myself at home on the couch in the living room. It was immaculate, and still had the essence of her parents there. Her mother’s reading glasses were placed next to her father’s watch on the coffee table. A picture of the three of them hung over the fireplace.

  It was my first time inside, but it felt like home. I could see her parents getting along wonderfully with mine.

  Raquel emerged thirty minutes later, dressed in a fresh sundress with wet and wavy hair. Even with a light touch of gloss and bare skin, she was ravishing.

  The driver took us to the most expensive jeweler in town. “Give me your best ring,” I told the salesperson. He came back with an estate-cut diamond. It was large and completely perfect for her delicate fingers. I didn’t even wait for him to swipe my card. I just handed it to him and got down on one knee.

  “Raquel, I’m a man of my word, but I know words are a dime a dozen. Right here, right now, I need to know. Will you make me the happiest man on Earth and marry me?”

  Raquel’s gasp of shock immediately transformed into tears as she nodded yes, and I slid the ring on her finger. The way she hugged me made my heart melt, and I knew then and there, I’d never love or find another woman like this one.