by Billi Jean
He muttered something that sounded like ‘yeah’ against her mouth. He didn’t seem to worry over her buttons, but ripped her shirt open and dragged her bra down roughly to cup her aching breasts. She trembled, so turned on she could barely stand it.
His hands were big and her breasts weren’t small, but he stroked them so perfectly she trembled. The heat between her thighs was growing at an impossible rate. She felt almost near a climax from his mouth and hands alone.
She got the belt undone and finally reached in and took possession of his velvety hot erection. He was so big that he felt heavy in her hands. The size was mouthwatering, but he was much larger than any other man she’d ever been with.
He broke the kiss only to thrill her with a low groan and hot, open-mouthed kisses along her chest until he latched onto one peaked nipple.
“Oh, God,” she whispered and stroked his cock to the perfect feel of his hot mouth. “I want you to fuck me while you do that,” she whispered, unable to keep the words in.
Cody sucked a bit harder and she swore she was going to faint or go up in flames at how good it felt. She tightened her hand on his big erection and as if she’d pushed a button, his head came up from her breasts with one of his needy groans. His cock grew harder, if that was possible, filling her hands with more than enough to satisfy any woman—and it was all hers. She couldn’t wait to feel him again and know that this big, honorable and sexy man—Cody Johnson—wanted her. It was only fair, since she wanted him more than she’d ever wanted a man before. And it was him—not the sex. A rush of excitement followed the frantic, happy thought.
“Now, oh hell yeah, that feels good,” he said breathlessly, tackling her jeans. “I want you to turn around. I want to make you come again while I watch your perfect ass bounce against my thighs.”
“Cody,” she cried, turned on by his husky words.
He got her jeans undone and shoved them over her hips in such a hurry that she swore he took off some skin. Didn’t matter. Seconds later, he grimaced in pleasure as he slipped his fingers over her panties. He was gentle there, surprising her after the frantic way he had wanted to fuck her.
“So wet. I fucking love this,” he said gruffly, slipping his fingers under her silk to caress over her bare mound. “I’m going to enjoy licking every inch of this pretty body of yours, Sonya.”
“Oh, God,” she whispered, lifting her hips for more of his fingers. She’d always worried over being so wet. But she’d never been this hot before, not even during the worst of her episodes.
“God damn, you’re perfect,” he whispered and brought his hand up to his mouth, licking her taste from his fingers.
“Oh, God,” she breathed, so turned on that she dragged his head down and kissed him, tasting her own sweet release on his mouth.
He groaned and in her hand, his erection jerked. With a suddenness that shocked her, he broke the kiss, turned her around and pressed her firmly over the porch railing. She swore her knees grew weak at the way he took over—controlling her as if he had the right. And he did, he had her nearly ready to beg for him.
“Can’t wait, hold on,” he said.
He gripped her hips and speared up along her mound then back down in a breathtaking slide that dragged every inch over her clit.
“Gonna be fast,” he warned.
“Hard, hard and fast,” she panted, bending over farther to give him room. She opened her legs as wide as she could with her jeans partway down and tossed her hair off her face so she could see him when she glanced over her shoulder.
“You sure?” he asked breathlessly.
His heavy penis was straight out from his hips, resting on her butt. It was so long with a heavy rounded head split down the center like a peach that it made her catch her breath in anticipation. The ruddy tip glistened. He stepped back and caressed her ass tenderly. His balls hung down from the open fly of his jeans, but that was all she could see except the taut skin of his hips, stomach and chest all the way up to his handsome face.
She met his heated gaze and reached back to drag her hand down his six-pack to his cock and positioned it at her entrance.
“Don’t you dare stop now,” she whispered, aching for him.
“Not a chance, firecracker,” he murmured in a sexy voice. “Show me what you want. Rock my world, Sonya. Put it where you want it.”
She licked her lips and bent lower to grab his cock and fit it to her entrance. “Now, Cody. All the way.”
With his hold on her hips, he shoved forward hard. The thick press pinched, but was so good she gasped and rubbed her clit, close to an orgasm already. She couldn’t see straight.
Cody didn’t hold back either. He took her with jerky hard thrusts that buried his cock deep each time. Once again she felt stretched, filled so full with his hard length that she swore he was touching her cervix, but there was no pain. She was close to coming within seconds. It was so good she didn’t want it to stop. Just like the last time, each thrust felt like it was opening never before explored erotic zones.
“Shit, shit, shit,” she cried but glanced over her shoulder at him.
He took her breath away. His shirt had opened farther, revealing more of his tanned chest all the way to where he was lighter below his waist. She loved that about him, how natural he was. His abs flexed, making her breath catch each time he powered into her. From where she’d opened his jeans she could see the ridged V of his hip muscles tensing with each thrust, sending her closer and closer to detonation
But it wasn’t just the visual. It wasn’t just the big cock. It was Cody, the man.
Even as she thought it, he slipped free then pushed all the way back in with one perfect lunge. He did it again and again, making her insane with the sensation and the sound of his loud, pleasure-filled groans. The entire time he fucked her, he breathlessly watched her face, her butt and where they joined, as if he couldn’t get enough of the experience.
He’d left his hat on, and that cocky tip to it did something that made her nipples hard and her feel as if she’d run a marathon. Everything he did made her feel that way, but watching him relish every single moment had her climax building higher and higher.
“God damn beautiful. You’re so sexy, firecracker,” he said in a low, passion-filled voice.
All of a sudden, he bent over her and took her lips as if he couldn’t go another moment without kissing her. One hand still gripped her hip tightly to keep her still while the other skimmed up her stomach to her breast where he rolled her nipple between his fingers. All the while he kept up the hard, delicious thrusts.
She went wild. It was amazing like this. The tilt to his hips forced his erection in differently so it hit the perfect spot each time. His mouth against hers made it a hundred times better, too. He was so in control of what they were doing, she trembled, nearly to the point of climaxing again. He broke the kiss, but panted against her nape.
A mini tremble rushed around and around her clit. His name burst from her on a soft whisper as every inch of her body shivered. She loved it when a man kissed her neck—more when he breathed there. Most men never understood how truly turned on she got from that. Cody was making her so hot she felt as if she might collapse. He seemed to know all her triggers, hitting them all with such skill that she could barely see straight.
He pulled her back to his body and cupped her breast more firmly. The shift hit a spot deep inside her pussy that took her breath away. At the same time Cody began rubbing her clit and lightly worked her nipple. One hot pant against her neck then a heated, desperate kiss behind her ear and she fell against him. He held her as if she weighed nothing at all, controlling his possession even as he drove her wild with caressing her body so perfectly.
“Don’t stop. Oh shit, don’t stop,” she begged, holding his hand to her clit as she neared the crest of a truly huge climax.
“Never,” he groaned against her neck. “You feel so good.” He sounded desperate, as if he were holding on by a thread.
Th
at thought seemed to do it. She hung there for a second, mouth open but no sound coming out, with him ramming his cock in hard enough to make her breasts bounce, then she lost it.
“Oh, God!” she breathed, holding on as everything dimmed in comparison to the spinning, wild orgasm ripping through her.
With a loud grunt, Cody pinched her nipple. She cried out and clenched down on his cock, coming. The rush of it had her sobbing out his name repeatedly, unable to do anything more than just spin as he continued to buck into her.
Seconds later he grew so big and hard that she feared he’d hurt her, which added to the orgasm still spiraling through her.
“Fuck, that’s it. Come again, firecracker, come on,” he grunted right in her ear. He brought one hand down firmly on her butt, shocking a thrill out of her. It was a perfectly skilled spank followed by another heavier one, before she could catch her breath on the first delicious experience. She dropped right into another climax before the first finished.
“Damn, damn,” he groaned and brought his hand down again on her exposed butt then squeezed. “Yes, girl, that’s it, so hot,” he murmured sexily and stood to hold her hips as he continued to drive her insane.
She gasped and reached back to drag her nails down his hard stomach, so turned on that she wanted everything he had to give. He threw his head back and shoved into her with a heavy grunt and held himself there. Every muscle in his chest grew hard, even his neck muscles strained as if he were savoring the feel of her climaxing on his cock.
He lifted his gaze and saw her watching him. That was all it took. A grimace tightened his handsome face. He began bucking into her, mouth open, groaning wildly. The out of sync, frantic pace jarred her with a body-pounding slap of flesh on flesh. Every single one of her needs was hit so perfectly that she went limp over the railing and let go of everything but the pleasure of Cody.
He lasted only a few glorious seconds more, then with another yell, he started coming. She could feel it, the thickness of his body growing inside her then the heat of his cum warming her inside.
“Oh, shit,” she whispered, trembling inside and out.
Cody was so loud in his groans, so off the charts sexy that she never wanted it to end. She swore that his hard cock jerked out two climaxes, but she was too far gone to do more than try to catch her breath. He’d fallen on her, holding her up with an arm he’d placed under her ribs as he stroked and stroked and stroked his body inside hers.
With one louder groan, he pulled her into his arms, and cupped both her breasts while he kissed her jaw. She tilted her head and found his lips by feel alone and kissed him, so well sated she could barely think of a reason to move—other than to get him into a bed for more.
Slowly they broke the kiss and stared at each other. She thought she saw amazement mixed with pure satisfaction in his eyes, but something else was there as well.
He reached up and trailed his knuckles along her cheek tenderly—so in contrast to what they’d just been doing that her heart did a funny little skip.
“Damn,” he whispered breathlessly. “I’m a bit worried about what we’re going to do in a bed, aren’t you?”
She laughed, caught by surprise by his humor. “Yes, I am as well,” she said, feeling relaxed and…happy. She didn’t even mind how sweaty and sticky with sex they were. It was a good feeling, she decided.
“Mmm, Cody,” she moaned when he caressed her breasts and stomach, then down to her upper thighs.
“Yeah?”
“You’re still hard,” she panted, feeling an incredible rush of tingles.
He chuckled against her neck but didn’t stop his leisurely caresses. “You’re still wet.”
“I might be a bit more than wet,” she managed, when she could form the words. His whisper-soft strokes were making her hot all over again. Her breasts throbbed. The nipple he’d been playing with ached for more of the light tugs he’d given it. The other felt neglected. If he sucked her breasts and used the same skill he’d shown with his hips, she’d pass out from the pleasure. The reality of that coming true sometime over the next few weeks made her knees grow weak.
If she didn’t know for certain what Cody’s service record was, she would have been worried he was on the Sentinel drug. He also couldn’t be on Duke’s drug, so that left… Just him.
My God, what would he be like if he was?
The thought made her shiver.
“You are, no doubt about it,” he murmured, trailing kisses over her shoulder and up her neck. “You cold?”
“No,” she gasped when he brushed his palms over her nipples.
Usually by now, a man grew soft and if it was a quick, nameless sex thing, he zipped up and awkwardly said goodbye. If he was a lover and they had wild sex like this, he’d also be dropping her to go shower or eat.
She’d seen it all—when she’d first had the Sentinel drug. Now she avoided nameless hook-ups altogether. They merely scratched the surface but left her so lonely and down after—plus still horny—she had stopped.
Cody was none of those things—or men. He wasn’t like anyone she’d ever met before, which left her unable to come up with an idea as to how to deal with him.
“You’re so soft,” he whispered suddenly, as if amazed by that.
She blew the hair out of her eyes and turned her head to see Cody. A smile blossomed at his sheepish look adding to the happy cloud she was on. “I am, aren’t I?”
“Yeah,” he chuckled, “You are.”
He rubbed a kiss to her neck and she shivered again.
“I love that,” she confided and tilted her head for his lips. “My neck, there, it’s so sensitive.”
“I noticed,” he murmured—of course against her throat.
Has a lover ever noticed that before? She’d never kept them around long enough to notice.
Cody hasn’t been around long, and he already knows.
“I want you again.” Cody’s hot breath tickled along the tops of her shoulders when he spoke, but he knew that she guessed
All logic flew out of the window at his husky words. That and the hard, thick shove he gave her. She couldn’t imagine living without the tight feeling of being filled by him—or the scent of his skin filling her senses. It was crazy, they were insane, but he felt made for her.
Perfect. Could he be more perfect?
“Yes, again,” she whispered and shoved back on him, amazed at how hard he still was.
He sucked in a breath when she began working herself up and down his big erection. She wiggled at the end of another thrust and Cody groaned deeply.
“Oh hell yeah, Sonya,” he said and brought his hand down on her butt.
She gasped and arched her head back to rub her lips on his jaw. “Oh, God, Cody, do that again.”
His rough laugh vibrated between them and she swore she could feel it, deep inside where they were joined. He kissed a path to her mouth and sucked on her bottom lip before letting it go slowly.
“You need some encouragement, firecracker?”
“Oh, yes, I might be a bad, bad girl, cowboy.”
“You could never be a bad girl,” he said then spanked her perfectly on the ass. “But maybe you need me to remind you?” he added, landing another light slap to the other side of her butt.
She tightened her hands on the post and shoved back on his cock, making certain he knew she was teasing with a coy smile thrown at him.
“Come on, girl, harder now. You won’t hurt me.”
She nipped at his jaw and laughed. “That’s my line,” she whispered and wiggled her butt. She wasn’t oblivious to how her butt got men’s immediate attention. And her breasts… She was often told if she’d been born earlier, she’d have been Marilyn Monroe’s sister. Most of the men who said it never got past the first line. Cody got more than anyone else she’d ever met simply because he…was different. “Cowboy, you’re the one with the big—”
“Yeah, but you’re riding me, so,” he said, pausing with a long, hot glance dow
n her body to where her butt was tucked tightly to his hips. His eyes flared with a smile before he grinned. “Hell, you are so hot. Fuck me right, woman,” he said in such a needy tone that his deep voice broke higher.
The mix of knowing she was going to have more sex—already—and his sexy humor hit her like a double dose of espresso. Her heart raced but she shimmied up his cock and back down, giving him what he wanted. With each press along his big, hard erection, she felt her body grow hotter for him. She found a rhythm that seemed to hit them both just right because Cody’s grip tightened on her hips and he bent his knees to add his own subtle flex upward with each of her downward slides.
“So good, Cody,” she whispered, bouncing harder.
He started groaning as if he wasn’t going to make it. “Yeah, oh damn, Sonya, shit, you’re going to make me come,” he warned, tensing behind her.
She flung her hair out of her way so she could turn her head and see him better. “Do it, Cody. Come for me.” She snapped her hips up and down so that she stroked just the head of his cock in and out, wanting him to come more than she’d ever wanted a man to come before—just so she could experience his passion.
He met her eyes with such ecstasy filling his that she could tell he was dangling on the edge.
“Cody, come for me,” she urged breathlessly, pressing harder against his hips with each urgent slip and slide. His cock had grown so thick and big that she knew she was going to come any second.
Cody’s eyes widened and he grabbed her around the waist so she leaned back against his hot chest. He cupped both of her breasts and squeezed deliciously.
“Hell, yeah, firecracker,” he said roughly. “Hold on tight.”
“Oh, shit,” she cried when he started bucking into her with hard perfect slaps of his hips while he kissed her neck and teased her nipples. Each stroke was firm, steady and had enough power to drive his hard penis deep each time.