by Jenika Snow
She tucked the towel around herself even tighter, droplets of water slowly sliding down her body after her shower. She could have just gone and gotten dressed, but a part of her liked watching Corbin work on his bike when he didn’t realize she was there. He was so masculine, so concentrated, as grease covered his hands and shirt.
Izabella spent most of her time here with him, and it was exactly where she wanted to be. Not only had a year already passed, but things were looking better for Crestin as well. A job opportunity had opened up for her in their hometown, and her friend was in the process of moving back. Already, she’d even gotten a place not too far from them.
For the last year they’d spent time together, really getting to know each other. She liked the little things she would have never known about Corbin unless they were in a relationship. Like he put his dirty clothes everywhere expect in the hamper, or that he liked his toast slightly underdone with butter and apricot jam on it. There were other things that might not mean much to others, but to her it made her realize she was really here, really experiencing it all.
The last year had been engrossing, emotional, and she’d never been in love like she was with Corbin. She realized it wasn’t about the sex, which was incredible, or the fact his bad boy appeal turned her on. It was the fact she felt like this was who she was supposed to be with, where she was supposed to be in her life.
As she thought about their relationship, about how protective and possessive he was, she felt this warmth steal over her. It didn’t matter how beautiful the women he’d been with were. None of that mattered anymore, because they had each other.
She glanced down at her bare toes as memories of the last year came forward in a rush of happiness and pleasure. The sound of the front door opening and closing had her turning and seeing Corbin standing in the foyer. Her breath always seemed to catch when she saw him, when she took in his muscular body, the way he held himself so confidently, so sure of his surroundings. There was only one person on this planet meant for her, and she was looking at him right now.
Grease covered his shirt and hands, and the scent of him, of motor oil and sweat came forward, turning her on. Even right now when he hadn’t touched her she was wet, aching for him.
He stepped into the living room, and his eyes became heavy-lidded as he looked her up and down. He had a rag in his hands as he cleaned the grease off.
“Hey, baby.”
“Hi.” She lowered her gaze to where she could see his muscle definition through his clothing. Despite the fact he was dirty, she wanted him.
It made her wetter.
“You’re looking at me like you want something, baby,” he said and moved closer.
“I love seeing you after you’ve been working on your motorcycle,” she said breathlessly. She held onto the towel tighter.
“And I like seeing you in nothing but that towel.” He moved a step closer. “In fact, I like coming inside and knowing you’re naked, waiting for me, and I bet ready for me, too, right, baby? All nice and juicy?”
Her body tingled, her pussy clenched, and her nipples hardened. She nodded. He came closer, and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt before lifting it up and over his head. His chest was hard and defined, his muscles pronounced.
“I want you, but I also need to be clean first, baby girl,” he said in his deep voice, the one that felt like it moved along her flesh.
“I kind of like you dirty, though.”
He grinned. “Let me get clean and then I’ll make you feel really good.” He came toward her and gave her a kiss before going down the hall and to the bathroom.
It had to be the fastest shower in history, because before she knew it the bathroom door was opening again, steam billowing out, and Corbin stepping into the hallway in nothing at all. Her heart started beating fast and hard at the sight of his already hard cock and the droplets of water moving down the short ends of his hair and falling on his chest.
He moved toward her, stalked her like she was his prey. She took a step back, not pressed to the wall, frozen, trapped for him. The coldness of the wall was a stark contrast to her suddenly overheated flesh. Before she could even take a breath he had her in his arms, turned, and was sitting on the couch with her straddling him.
“I like having you on me, having your pussy rubbing against my cock.”
Corbin’s dick was so stiff and long, pressed right up against her pussy folds. The towel rode up her thighs, and he reached around and cupped her ass, squeezing the globes in his big hands.
“I’m so hard for you.”
She moaned.
“You make me hard by just standing in a room, Izabella.”
She swallowed, her throat tight, her lips feeling swollen. Lowering her face to his neck, she inhaled deeply, loving that fresh and clean smell on him, but the hint of motor oil that seemed to always be with him. She ground herself on him, rubbing her pussy on his cock back and forth.
“If you don’t stop it I’ll come before I’m even in you.”
“I don’t want you to control yourself.”
He moaned and ran the tip of his nose up the side of her throat. “Fuck, you smell good.”
“So do you,” she said against the side of his throat. She leaned back, her eyes feeling heavy as her arousal climbed.
He ran his nose up and down her neck. “You’ll be the death of me.”
She chuckled, but it was soft.
He groaned and lifted his head from her neck to kiss her. Corbin gripped her waist and stood, holding her in his arms effortlessly.
She kissed him hard, felt his cock prod her bare pussy, and needed him now. Izabella ran her tongue over his bottom lip, tugging at his flesh, and loving when he grunted and tightened his hands on her waist.
He took them into the bedroom, all the while kissing her, licking at her lips, and groaning in pleasure. Once in the room he set her on the floor, took a step back, and just stared at her. She held onto the towel, not about to get naked just yet because she wanted to look her fill at him.
There he stood, naked, his golden, tattooed and hard flesh on display just for her. He looked good with nothing on, really damn good. Corbin was all hard sinew and defined muscles. His dick was hard, and getting stiffer the longer she stared at it.
“You keep looking at me and I’m liable to tackle you to the ground right now and fuck you on the floor, baby.”
Oh, tempting.
He reached down, grabbed his cock, and started stroking himself, a half smirk on his face.
“Come here, Izabella,” he said in a low, husky voice filled with desire.
He dominated her, controlled her with his body, with even just a look. He knew exactly where to touch her to get her off, to make her scream out as she came.
Once she was right in front of him he pulled her toward him and wrapped his hand around a chunk of her hair at the back of her head.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
He groaned, but leaned down and kissed her hard. There was no teasing on his part. He was brutal, demanding, and gave her everything she craved.
While still kissing her he led them over to the bed, but instead of lying on her back she was turned around in his arms. Her back was now pressed to his chest, and he smoothed his hands over her breasts. As he cupped the mounds through the thin material, she knew she needed this damn towel off. He continued his descent down her body until he reached the edge of the towel. In one swift move he had the material pulled away and tossed aside.
“Yeah, that’s much better, baby. I like having nothing on your gorgeous body,” he murmured against her throat. In a swift move Corbin had her pushed forward, belly now pressed to the mattress. Corbin stroked her bare ass with his big hands, and gave each cheek a stinging spank. “Look at this ass,” he said as if speaking to himself, and spanked her again. Over and over he did it until her cheeks felt hot, and she knew they were red. “You were made to be fucked by me, by only me.” He squeezed her cheeks again, growled low, and then lea
ned down and bit her right ass cheek.
A cry of surprise and pain left her, but then that familiar pleasure filled her until she moaned. He spanked her butt one more time, and then moved away, giving her a slight reprieve. She looked over her shoulder to see him stroking himself as he stared at her ass.
They had done anal before over the last year, and at first she hadn’t thought she’d like it, but with Corbin it was this taboo, wild and wicked experience.
“Are you ready for me, baby?”
“Yes, Corbin.”
“Are you ready for me to fuck this sweet ass with my big dick?”
“I’m always ready for you,” she said, and looked over her shoulder. She’d always be ready for him, for whatever he had to give her. Rising on her hands and knees, she popped her ass out for him, showing him what she had to offer.
“Show me,” he grunted out.
Spreading her legs wider, Izabella gave him a prime shot of all of her. The sound of him growling like he was an animal was an aphrodisiac all on its own.
“Oh, yeah, that’s it, baby girl.
This was what it was like to be with Corbin, and damn was it an incredible thing.
****
He was so hard, and the thought of fucking Izabella in the ass had his balls drawing up tight with the thought of being buried deep inside of her. Corbin spread one of her ass cheeks, just enough so he could smear the lube over the puckered hole, making sure it was nice and wet for him. He didn’t want her to hurt, didn’t want any more discomfort then there was sure to be once he had his cock in her.
“God, baby. You’re so fucking hot.” He felt his cock jerk at the sight of her tight little hole, and the image of his dick stretching her wide as he pushed into her. She’d never had anal before him, had told him as much, and the very idea that he was the one to pop her ass cherry had this low growl of possession leaving him.
They’d been using condoms up until she’d gotten on birth control. It had been her call, but he couldn’t deny he loved the feel of her with nothing between them. He could have put a condom on for this, maybe even should have, but they were both clean, exclusive with only each other, and this was his woman.
Just looking at her had him nearly coming, just letting out a load of jizz right on her ass, and covering her with his seed. Her bottom was big and round, just the way he liked it. And dammit, did it look juicy, like he could take a nice big bite out of it. He smoothed his hands over the fleshy mounds and gave each side a slap, loving that she made a small noise in the back of her throat.
“Your ass was made for my cock, baby girl.” He leaned forward, ran his lips along the left cheek, and then did the same to the right. The small moan she made, and the way she bunched the sheets in her hands told him she liked hearing his dirty words. “You want me to fuck this big, glorious ass?”
She nodded.
“Then ask me. Ask me to fuck your ass, to claim this part of you.”
She looked over her shoulder at him, her expression stormy, filled with pleasure.
“Put that big dick in my ass, Corbin.”
He groaned. “Oh, I will, Izabella, but first I’m going to make you come for me, make your pussy clench and become wetter.”
“God, yes,” she whispered.
“I want your pussy juice all over my face, baby. I want you to make my mouth and chin all fucking wet with your sweet cream.” He moved his mouth over the small of her back, along the line of her spine, and up to the back of her neck. “Lift that ass for me, rub it on me.” When he felt her lift her ass and grind it into his cock, he knew it was time to taste her sweet pussy.
Spearing his hand in her hair, and tangling the long strands between his fingers, he pulled her head back gently, exposing her throat, making a little flash of pain and pleasure move across her face. He couldn’t hold back, not with Izabella, not when he wanted her like a fucking fiend.
“I love you, Corbin.”
He tightened his hand in her hair and leaned down to run his tongue along the side of her throat.
“I love you, too, so damn much, baby.” He smoothed his fingers over her chest, and cupped one of her big breasts, squeezing the mound in his hand. “You know all the things I’d do for you?”
She nodded, but didn’t say anything.
“I’d die for you, kill anyone that thought to hurt you.” He meant every fucking word. Izabella was it for him, and it had taken too damn long for him to come to that realization.
“I need you in me,” she moaned out those words.
He didn’t lessen his hold on her hair when he pulled back, let go of her breast, and smoothed his fingers down her spine to take hold of one of her ass cheeks. Corbin gripped the big, spongy flesh, wanting to leave his handprint on her body. Clenching and releasing the globe, he finally let go of her hair and pulled her cheeks apart. Taking in the sight of that tight hole that he wanted to fuck, Corbin felt his throat dry and his mouth water. He lowered his gaze to her pussy, and saw her little hole slightly gaping for him, as if she was begging for his cock. Her pussy was wet, so damn wet her juices had her lips glossy.
Shifting on the bed so he had his face between her thighs now, he flattened his tongue and ran it up and down her cleft, sucking her clit into his mouth until she was thrusting her pussy on his face and begging softly for more.
Corbin licked at her swollen, damp flesh several more times before finally pulling away, needing to fuck her or he’d come all over the sheets. He moved away from her pussy, ran his tongue up the slender line between the cheeks of her ass, and licked her asshole over and over again, groaning at the fresh, clean and soapy flavor and scent of her. He dragged his tongue over that puckered hole, pressed his tongue inside until he felt her clench around him, and could have gotten off right there.
“Yes, God, yes, Corbin.”
He forced himself to pull away, reached over to the bedside table, and grabbed the lube. After pouring the liquid over her asshole, he covered his erection with the fluid, wanting to be nice and slick for when he shoved into her.
Rising above her and grabbing his cock, he poised the tip at the entrance of her ass. He gripped her waist in a tight hold with one hand and started pushing into her slowly, stretching her wide so his dick could get past the tight ring of muscle at the entrance. She stretched around him, the pink of her skin becoming slightly pale in color because his dick was so big and her ass was so small.
“You feel so fucking good,” he grunted those words, not able to control himself. He pushed in all the way until his balls pressed tightly against her pussy, his cock full in her ass, and both of them groaning in pleasure. He stilled for a second, letting her adjust to him. Breathing heavily and trying to catch his bearings, Corbin stared down at his woman, and where he was buried deep in her body. Lifting his focus from her asshole, which was nice and stretched around him, he ran his gaze over her arched back, and up to her head that was tilted back in ecstasy.
“You feel how deep I’m inside of you?”
She nodded. “Yes. God, yes.”
“You’re so fucking tight and hot, Izabella. Your ass is squeezing me like a damn vise.” He closed his eyes, and when she tightened her inner muscles around him he thrust his hips forward slightly, not able to control himself. A deep groan left him. He pressed his hand to the center of her back, added pressure until she was now resting her chest on the mattress, her ass still in the air, and started to fuck her like a madman.
Corbin pulled out of her until just the crown of his dick was lodged inside of her, then shoved back in. He did this over and over again, pushing in harder and faster than before.
“Yeah, baby. That is so fucking it.” Sweat beaded along his brow and across his chest. In, out, faster and faster he pumped into her until his balls were slapping her wet pussy, and he knew he was holding onto her hips hard enough there would be bruises in the morning. The way she clenched around his cock had his orgasm rushing to the surface.
“I’m never going to get eno
ugh of you, of this, Izabella.”
“Yes,” she cried out.
He slammed into her, and she screamed out in pleasure. “You’re mine, all mine, Izabella.” He pumped into her again and again, cementing his words.
“I only want you, Corbin,” she whispered the last word.
Every day he loved her more, realized he’d wasted so much time hiding what he wanted. “Tell me you’re mine, baby.” He tightened his hold on her.
“I’m yours, Corbin. I’ll only ever be yours.”
He opened his eyes, parted his lips, and breathed out harshly. Moving his hand lower, he slid it over her belly, down to her pussy, and speared his fingers through her folds. Fuck, she’s so wet. She was soaked, and her clit was engorged for him, as if needing his touch. He rubbed that hardened bundle of tissue over and over again, back and forth, until she cried out and came.
And just like that Corbin’s orgasm rushed forward. He couldn’t control himself as he started pounding into her deep, hard, rough. “Come for me again, Izabella,” he managed to get the words out. He felt her tense beneath him, and heard her cry as she got off after he told her to.
Once his high left and his dick started to soften, he came back to reality. Izabella breathed heavily, a smile on her face, and her eyes closed. Pulling out of her had a groan of disappointment leaving him. He smoothed his hand up and down her back, and leaned in to kiss her on the forehead. “I hope that was good for you, baby.”
She murmured and smiled wider. “It was. You’re so good to me.”
For a few seconds he didn’t move, didn’t speak, just lay on his side next to her and watch as she breathed deeper, easier. She was falling asleep, but he wanted to do this now, because waiting anymore was too damn hard.
“Baby?”
She opened her eyes. “Hmm?” she sounded sleepy, well loved.