by Lola Rivera
He pulled his tongue from her cunt and let it slither back up to her clit. The tiny kernel had grown even more swollen. He sucked it between his lips and fluttered his tongue over it. When he released the pink bud, Jolie yelped and pushed her pussy against his mouth again. Chuckling with amusement, he suckled her clit a few more times and then attacked it with his tongue. She went wild above him, hands smacking the tile and hips swiveling, as he ate her pussy.
"Mack! Oh. God. God!"
"Uh-huh," he hummed against her clit. He wanted to feel her shatter on his tongue. He showed her just how a real man ate pussy and lashed that clit until she exploded. Her screams of ecstasy echoed in the shower. Her cunt gushed, the slick nectar spilling onto his chin as he continued to stimulate her right through the first orgasm and forced her into a second. The shocked, strangled groan that escaped her throat told him she'd never come like that before, had never had one orgasm roll right into another.
He finally showed some mercy and abandoned her clit. His tongue dipped inside her weeping cunt and gathered up the sweet nectar there. There were few things he loved more than enjoying a juicy pussy. Jolie's definitely didn't disappoint.
Eventually he let her legs fall from his shoulders. She sagged against him as he stood, her body limp and boneless. There was no stopping the smile that curved his mouth. He bet Tyrell had never left her feeling that sated.
"Oh, god, Mack." Jolie clung to him, seemingly unable to support herself. "I thought you were going to kill me."
He laughed as he reached back and switched off the now lukewarm water. "That's what you get for being such a cock tease all day."
She playfully pinched his side and nipped at his chin. "You know you loved it."
"I know I shouldn't."
She frowned. "It's okay to break the rules sometimes."
"Hasn't been my experience," he replied.
She rolled her eyes. "This is sex at the lake, Mack, not some violent war zone."
She had a point. Besides he didn't want to argue with her. Not now, at least. The Talk—and they'd have to have it eventually—could come later.
Mack inhaled sharply when Jolie clasped his cock in her smaller hands and stroked the rigid length. She licked a circle on his chest as her hands swirled around the head of his cock and then back down to the base. One of her hands slipped down and fondled his balls. She rubbed her lips against his chin. "Let me suck your cock, Mack."
Hearing her beg for his cock left his dick even harder. It was official. He was the dirtiest damned pervert alive.
But it didn't stop him from stepping out of the shower and onto the small mat so she could suck his dick without risking an injury on the slippery tub floor. She joined him on the mat and knelt down at his feet. When she looked up him with those bright green eyes and full lips, he experienced a strange stab in his lower belly. She just looked so damn young and innocent. It was wrong to want her like this, to corrupt her with his wild and rough ways, but he couldn't help himself. He had to have her. All of her.
She licked her lips as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and lifted his cock. Her tongue touched the base and licked all the way to the tip. She repeated the movement a few times and painted his dick with her spit. He slid his hands behind his back and trapped them between his skin and the wall. Blow jobs were one of his favorite things in the whole world but he liked them rough and nasty. She simply didn't have the experience to understand something like that. He was determined not to scare her and promised himself he'd hold back.
Jolie sucked the head of his cock between her lips. Her flattened tongue swiped the underside of his crown and then swirled around it on the back slide. She took him a little deeper into the hot, wet recesses of her mouth. Her enthusiastic hum made his balls tingle. The realization that she wanted to show him pleasure filled him with an unexpected warmth and happiness. It had been a long time since any woman had made that much effort with him.
"You're holding back," she said, her tone a bit accusatory. She frowned up at him. "Why?"
Mack caressed her face and tried to make her understand. "You won't like the kind of blowjobs I enjoy."
"I might."
He shook his head. "No, you really wouldn't."
She narrowed her eyes. "How would you know? Besides, I can't learn to please you if you won't show me what you like."
"Jolie," he said warningly.
"Please?"
He cupped her chin and gazed down into her eyes. "Are you sure?"
She licked her lips. "Yes."
"If you get scared or want to stop, just touch my leg. I'll stop immediately." He made sure she was paying attention when he added, "And I won't think any less of you."
The games he liked to play required a certain level of trust. He needed Jolie to understand that it was okay to be afraid or uncomfortable. The last thing he wanted to do was push her into something she didn't enjoy. Bondage and submission and dominance were all about mutual pleasure.
He grasped the base of his cock and slowly traced her lips with the head of his dick. "Do you trust me, Jolie?"
"Yes." Her unwavering and immediate answer convinced him that she truly did.
"Put your hands behind your back. Leave them there unless it's too much and you need me to stop. Understand?"
She gulped nervously. "Yes…sir."
The added honorific made his chest tighten with excitement. Maybe Little Miss Innocent wasn't so naïve after all. He made a mental note to ask her what kind of porn she watched and what types of erotica she read. He had a feeling he'd come up with a treasure trove of filth right up his alley.
"Relax your jaw," he ordered. She happily complied but gasped when he fisted a handful of her damp hair and jerked her head back. It wasn't enough to cause her injury but enough to get her attention. He pulled a little, watching her face for signs of too much discomfort. If anything, she seemed even more excited. He noticed the flush of arousal pinking up her skin. Those nipples he'd lavished with attention now stood erect and tight. He bet that if he slid his fingers between her pussy lips they'd be coated in her slick cream.
So baby doll liked it rough? Well, she was about to get a little taste of just how rough he liked it.
Mack pressed his cock between her open lips. The soft wetness and heat of her mouth welcomed him. Fingers still tangled in her hair, he slowly fucked her mouth, keeping his thrusts shallow as she acclimated to the sensation of being completely submissive and pliant to his desires. She gazed up at him with those wide, adoring eyes and silently begged him for more. He pushed a little further into her mouth, still taking his time, the thrusts slow and deliberate.
To keep her off-kilter, he purposely slipped his cock into the deep alcove at the back of her throat, pinging her gag reflex. He felt her throat and lips tighten around his shaft in protest. He held his cock there for a moment and then dragged it free from her mouth. Her eyes glistened and her nostrils flared but she surprised him by leaning forward and licking the tip of his cock.
"You want more?" He smacked her lips with the fat head of his dick.
"Yes, sir." She sounded breathless and excited and wet her lips with her pink tongue. "Show me, sir. Use me."
Her eagerness and the way she begged made his balls ache. There was no going back now.
Mack dropped the handful of hair and cupped her face in his hands. He thrust his cock between her lips and began to fuck her mouth. He was gentle at first and careful not to go too deep. By slow degrees, he hastened his pace and intensity. She made the most delicious noises around his cock. The noise of his dick plunging in and out of her slick, hot mouth filled the bathroom. He pounded her throat, making her gag until tears streamed down her face. Shiny rivulets of saliva coated her chin. She was an absolute mess but seemed to love every minute of it.
Wild now with lust, Mack decided to see just how far he could push Jolie. She'd asked for the full experience. She was sure as hell going to get it. He shoved his cock deep into her throat, not stoppi
ng until her nose was pressed into his pubic hair, and ordered, "Stick out your tongue and lick my balls, Jolie."
She hesitated only a second before doing as he asked. She gagged again, her poor abused throat unable to house his thick shaft a moment longer, but fought to follow his order anyway. Heat streaked through his lower belly as her eyes widened with determination. That soft tongue of hers fluttered against his ball sac. He enjoyed the feather-light sensation a few seconds before showing mercy and pulling free from her mouth.
Jolie gasped and inhaled a shuddery breath. He expected those hands to come up and stop him but she shocked him by regaining her composure and opening her mouth again, begging him to fuck her mouth again. It was in that moment that Mack realized he'd finally found the woman he'd been looking for all these long years. What Jolie lacked in experience, she more than made up for in enthusiasm.
He lovingly stroked her cheeks before plunging his cock back into her mouth. The squelching sounds of his cock gliding over her tongue and slamming into her throat made his toes curl. He pinched her nose a few times as he battered her mouth. She hummed hungrily as he thrust fast and hard, seeking his own release now. All that pent-up desire came unleashed as he chased his orgasm.
"Fuck, Jolie! Fuck!" He growled and shoved deep in her throat as he came, his cock jerking in her mouth and shooting hot cum. His entire body buzzed as the searing heat of his climax ripped through him. His head pounded and heart raced as he came harder than ever. He pulled back just enough to keep her from choking but kept most of his shaft buried in her sweet mouth. "Suck me dry, Jolie."
She sucked hard on his cock, swallowing his cum, and then used her tongue to lick him clean. As he pulled out, a few drops of cum escaped. He pushed them back inside her mouth and let her lick his thumb clean. He grabbed the hand towel and wiped her shiny chin and tear-stained cheeks.
Sitting back on her heels, Jolie wore the relaxed expression of a young woman who had just been thoroughly debauched. She smiled happily and stared at him as if he were some kind of sex god who had fulfilled her every desire. "Thank you, Mack."
"I wouldn't thank me just yet," he warned. Her features contorted with confusion. He grasped her upper arms and carefully lifted her from the floor. Trapped in his arms, Jolie melted against his chest. He cupped the back of her neck and stabbed his tongue between her lips. He didn't care that he'd just cum in her mouth. If anything, he liked tasting himself on her tongue and lips.
He broke free from the kiss and spun her around to face the counter. Hands on her hips, he situated her just so and placed her palms flat on the cold surface. She stared at his reflection, her face betraying her uncertainty. He placed his hand in the center of her back and pushed her down, pressing her cheek to the countertop. "Do you know what happens to little girls who come into my home unannounced?"
"No, sir." Her voice was shaky.
"They get punished." Mack moved to her side and let his hand drift along the curve of her plump backside. She had a sweet little ass, one he was sure hadn't been spanked in a long, long time—if ever. "You will count and you will thank me, Jolie."
"Y-yes, sir." There was no mistaking her fear. Trepidation filled her voice.
Sadist that he was, Mack got off on her anxiety. He wasn't going to hurt her, not really, but she didn't know that. He drew back his arm and brought his hand down against her soft ass. She yelped with surprise as his hand cracked her bottom. The sound of her shuddery inhale made him smile.
"One, sir. Thank you, sir."
Well done, he thought, and then smacked her ass again and again and again. She cried out with each whack but managed to keep track of the blows and to thank him. With each successive spank, her voice grew more wobbly. Soon, she sobbed openly. "E-eleven, sir, and thank you."
He delivered another blow, this one hard to enough to make his palm sting. She lifted up on her toes and cried. "Please, sir. Please, no more."
"Did I hear twelve and a thank you, Jolie?" Before she could answer, he whacked her red bottom three more times in quick succession. Smack. Smack. Smack.
"Oh! Ow! Ah! Oh!" She squirmed and squeezed her ass cheeks together. "Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sir." She sucked in a long, shaky breath. "Thank you, sir."
He considered giving her another ten but then decided she'd had enough. She was new to this, after all. Mack wondered if her first taste would be the last.
To show her that pain often accompanied pleasure, Mack slipped an arm around her waist and lifted her into a standing position. Her splotchy face and red eyes displayed such vulnerability. He peppered kisses along the side of her neck and cheek. With his chest to her back, he curved his hand around her breast and let the other hand drift between her thighs. Even after that unexpected ass whooping, her pussy dripped. His fingers glided through her slippery folds and penetrated her.
Gazes locked in the mirror, he finger-fucked her wet cunt until she panted and moaned. His hand abandoned her breast for her clit. With two hands working her tight pussy, she stood no chance. She came hard and fast, her pussy juice flooding his fingers as he thrust in and out of that snug channel and flicked her clit.
When she'd finally quieted, he turned her around to face him. He kissed her gently and pressed their foreheads together. In a stern voice, he said, "Don't ever come into my house without knocking and getting permission again, Jolie."
She looked duly chastised. "Yes, Mack."
When she wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her cheek to his chest, Mack was overwhelmed by the urge to carry her to his bed and hold her close during an afternoon nap. He battled the impossible desire and instead forced his hands to do the opposite. He gently shoved her away from his body and stared down into her bright eyes. "You need to get dressed and get back to your parents' cabin before they worry."
Jolie's lips parted but she closed them quickly. He was surprised that she hadn't argued with him. Instead she nodded and gathered up her clothing. She tidied up with the hand towel and slipped back into her bikini. Unable to help himself, Mack reached out and brushed away her hands. He tied the ends of string together for her.
She smiled up at him, that coquettish glint back in her eyes. Rising on tiptoes, she pressed a playful kiss to his lips. She backed away slowly and lingered in the doorway. She blew him a kiss before winking mischievously and flouncing from the bathroom. As she disappeared from view, she called out, "I'll see you later."
Of that, he had no doubt.
Chapter Two
Mack couldn't stop thinking about Jolie. One taste of that forbidden fruit and he was hooked. Visions of their illicit tryst flashed through his mind. His cock ached and lower belly burned as desire streaked through him. God, how badly he wanted her again!
He tried to remember if there had ever been another romp that could compare with what he'd shared with Jolie in his bathroom. He'd racked his brain but nothing came close. That made the knowledge that it could never happen again even worse. He felt like a junkie in need of a fix. There was only one drug that would satisfy him now and she was sleeping in a cabin just fifty yards away from him.
All sorts of wild scenarios crossed his mind. He'd spent sixteen years in spec-ops. Now he trained former soldiers and even some civilian recruits for high-risk overseas assignments in protecting government and other civilian officials, often oil workers, in dangerous areas. Sneaking into Jolie's room through a window would be a piece of cake. He could grab her, haul her out of the window and back to his bedroom in five minutes or less.
Oh, god, what he could do to her then! His cock throbbed as he imagined all the things he wanted to do with Jolie. The way she'd reacted earlier had shown him that she was a true submissive. What she needed now was a good Dom to gently lead her through an exploration of her sexuality. He wanted to be that Dom.
But it was impossible. He reminded himself of all the reasons why. Jolie was his best friend's only child. There were lines and that was one he should never have crossed. As it was, Mack had a bad fee
ling he was going to either have the shit knocked out of him or catch a bullet for messing with Derek's baby girl. Of course, he'd picked the one girl whose daddy had a goddamned arsenal on the walls of his cabin's living room.
Mack's cell phone chirped, drawing his attention away from his conflicted thoughts. He lifted out of his recliner and reached toward the side table where his phone sat. His finger glided over the touch-screen and brought up the text message. He didn't recognize the number but it was similar to Derek's private cell. Even before he tapped the text message icon, he had a sneaking suspicion about the sender's identity.
His cock throbbed to life at the wicked sight that assaulted him. Jolie's bare ass filled his screen. He could just make out the pale bruising on her plump cheeks. His palm tingled with the memory of swatting that fine ass.
His phone chirped again as another message was delivered to his inbox.
Red Rover, Red Rover, can Jolie come over?
He knew it was wrong but he couldn't stop himself. The strong-willed, disciplined man who'd survived the hell of multiple tours in the sandbox couldn't say no to a tempting, wild young woman. It made him feel weak and that wasn't a feeling he liked.
Yet that didn't stop his thumb from punching in a simple three letter answer. Yes.
Mouth dry, he rose from his chair and dropped his phone onto the coffee table. His stomach lurched with a mix of excitement and trepidation. What had happened this afternoon in the bathroom could have easily been excused as a mistake. What was about to happen now was a choice and one he'd no doubt have to defend.
The timid knock at his back door seemed to echo through the house. He crossed the living room and kitchen and hooked a left into the pantry. Jolie's shadowy outline filled the square window in the door. He opened the door, reached out to grab her wrist and pulled her into his cabin.
The door shut firmly behind her, Mack trapped her smaller body between his chest and the unyielding wood. He placed his hands on either side of her head and stared down at her, lowering his face until their noses almost touched. He could barely make out her eyes in the darkness of the hallway. Just the palest splash of moonlight spilled through the door and highlighted her tanned skin. Her short, excited breaths buffeted his face.