His fingers brushed her cheek as his hips pushed high. “Fuck!”
His curse, harsh and sexy, settled into her satisfaction, sinking deeper, finding the throb of her own desire. It was incredibly erotic to please Jacob. She traced a line down his cock to his ball sac, skating her finger to the side, tracing the shape, learning him. All the while she watched his expression. Watched his face set in harsh lines, his mouth press for control, and above all, his eyes burn with that inner fire and a promise of retribution.
A shiver snaked down her spine. She couldn’t wait. She cupped his balls and squeezed delicately. His whole body jerked as a bead of moisture appeared at the tip of his cock. She watched it swell and grow. She had a surprise for him tonight. She wasn’t pulling back. Wasn’t going to worry about how it would look if she didn’t do it right. She skimmed a path from his heavy balls up his shaft with her finger, marveling at how smooth his skin was over the surging power beneath. Everything about Jacob was powerful, from his build to the force of his personality. And he was hers. All hers. From beginning to end.
She leaned forward, holding his gaze as she parted her lips, letting him see the pink of her tongue as she slowly, deliberately, took that bead of moisture for her own, savoring his unique flavor as it spread through her mouth, licking around the spongy head long after the initial taste had faded. His moan rolled over her with the potency of a caress. She understood now why he liked making her come so much. There was something addictively satisfying about pleasing Jacob. Something fundamentally right. She drew her lips back from her teeth, letting him feel the hard edge before, with the utmost care, she rubbed them back and forth.
He wrenched in her grip. Another curse ripped the quiet of the room. More stitches popped. And then, quietly, hoarsely, “Take off your blouse.”
She paused, his cock balanced on her tongue, old insecurities surging to the fore. One glance at his face was all it took to put them to rest. A man who looked like he’d kill if he didn’t get what he needed was not going to sweat a stretch mark. And darn, but she liked bringing that look to his face. She let his cock drop to her chest as she unbuttoned her cuffs. With a little shimmy the shirt and bra hit the floor. She thrust her shoulders back and her breasts forward.
No woman had ever received a sweeter compliment than his hoarsely uttered, “Oh yeah.”
His hips bucked, spearing his cock up over her collarbone into the hollow of her throat.
Pride welled beside desire. She shook her hair back off her face and laughed. “You like my breasts.”
“I love your breasts,” he corrected in that deep growl that signaled the beginning of the end to his control. “And your mouth, that sweet little pussy, and that incredibly tight ass.”
She pumped him through her hands, keeping his cock tucked close, alternating the pressure and the speed, enjoying the moment too much to let him come yet.
A bead of pre-come dampened the hollow of her throat. She dipped her finger into the small smear, bringing it to her mouth before thoroughly lapping it off her finger, making sure he had a full view of every flick, every swirl.
A shudder shook him from head to toe. He yanked at the shirt binding his hands. “No more teasing,” he growled.
“I’ll decide when I’m done.” Rising to her knees, she let his saliva-slick cock drop to the hollow of her breasts. More pre-come dripped on her flesh. She cupped her breasts in her hands, flicking her nipples with her index fingers as she pushed in, creating a hot, tight channel for his cock.
She’d never looked so beautiful, kneeling before him, challenging him, her small hands cupping the ripe mounds of her breasts, her fingers caressing those taut peaks, and his cock—his aching, about-to-burst cock—caught in the scented valley between. She was beautiful, sexy, and clearly intent on killing him with pleasure.
He bent his knees and thrust up, his shaft sliding easily, delight shooting like a spear through his groin, ricocheting outward, stealing the strength from his arms. He did it again and again. On the fourth thrust she dipped her head, the cool silk of her hair brushing his groin, blocking his view, but nothing could block the sensation of her hot, tight mouth closing on the tip of his cock and the sharp lash of her tongue along the sensitive tip.
He dropped his head back against the door, bracing himself to take the torment she was so determined to hand out, but he wasn’t going to last long at this rate. Her mouth was too aggressive, her tongue too skilled, her breasts too soft. Son of a bitch, he loved her. “Baby, you’re going to make me come.”
No response.
“Sass, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.” Her response was to hum a sexy little noise deep in her throat and to take him deeper, harder. He bucked as she scraped him lightly with her teeth, lust overruling caution. In a minute, she was going to get more than she’d bargained for. He gritted his teeth as his balls pulled up tight, straining for control. Her hot little hand cupped his balls, and with a press of her finger behind, she burned away the last of it. With an ease that had her eyes widening, he ripped the shirt in half. He took her face in his hands. Her beautiful, loving face. He tipped her chin, watching his cock pierce the barrier of her lips. God, she was incredible.
“That’s it. Just like that, sweetheart.” Her tongue fluttered along his length, her hands squeezed his balls in time with his pumping. He touched the corner of her mouth with his thumb as his cock slid out. “Do you want me to come in this sweet mouth, baby? Is that what you want?”
She nodded, her teeth catching on the edge of his cock, drawing a spurt of come past his control. Her eyes flew wide. Then darkened.
“Easy.”
She swallowed fast. He pressed deep. The contractions of her throat were an unbearable caress.
“Oh yeah.” He flipped the remnants of the shirt over her back as he slid out and back in, his hand at the base of her skull keeping her head tipped to the best angle. She started to gag.
He stroked the corners of her fully stretched mouth. “Shhh. Just breathe through your nose and relax.”
He held himself there for a second, letting the heat of her mouth, the ripples of her tongue and throat coax him to a roaring need and then withdrew. The air was cool against his wet flesh. Heat and curiosity darkened her gaze.
“Put your hands on your nipples.” Her eyebrows went up but she did as he ordered. Her lips parted and that little pink tongue came out and wet her lips. A tilt of his hips and his cock touched her tongue, tip to tip. “Lick it.”
She did, rubbing the rough surface of her tongue over the broad expanse, wiggling it into the slit. The pressure in his balls was agonizing. He wanted, needed to come, but not now. Not yet. “Now squeeze those pretty nipples. Make them feel good while I fuck this sweet mouth.”
Again there was that hesitation and then her mouth opened wider and his cock slid home, into the scalding depths of her mouth. Her fingertips contracted, squeezing her nipples flat. But not enough. Not nearly hard enough.
As he pushed his cock into her mouth, the roughness of her tongue and the searing heat sent a shudder through him that wouldn’t stop, just kept repeating over and over as she worked him with a delicate suction.
He had to work just as hard to find his voice. “Harder.”
Her nipples shown white between her fingers. Her eyes closed as she squirmed. Her scent rose to greet him. She was enjoying this. “That’s right baby. Make them feel good. Make yourself feel good. Get that tight pussy all wet and ready for me.”
She moaned, and the erratic vibration combined with the strong suction tore coherency from his control. He grabbed her head and plunged deep. She gagged. He swore and tried to back off, determined to keep this easy, but she wouldn’t let him. Her fingers worked her nipples with erotic roughness, her mouth worked him with the same roughness—making demands, pushing aside his attempts to be gentle until he forgot about caution, forgot about everything except the burning need to give her what she wanted, as she wanted it.
Hot, wet and
wild.
And she took him with the same fervor, sucking hard when he would have held back. Opening her mouth, her throat to his thrusts, demanding with every caress, every touch that he come for her.
Her gaze met his—heavy-lidded, intent. Her right hand left her breast, revealing the red, swollen nipple perched atop the full curve. His mouth watered. He wanted that hard nub, wanted to hear her cries as he pressed it between the roof of his mouth and his tongue the way she liked, holding it there, squeezing…
Her fingers curled around his shaft, grabbing his attention before dropping out of sight between her spread thighs. When they came back into view, they were shiny with her cream.
“Son of a bitch.” He was never going to make it. She was too hot, too confident, and knew too damn well what it did to him to see her pleasure. Her smile, more a crinkle of her eyes than a move of her lips was the only warning he had before those fingers slipped between his legs, between his buttocks.
“Sass—”
Unfamiliar pressure cut off his warning. Her sultry gaze held his as she entered, searched and found the spot she wanted. Fire shot through his center. His knees buckled as his cock popped free of the wet heat of her mouth. Her tongue flicked her lips as he leaned back against the door, his body howling in agony at the sudden deprivation. He needed her mouth. Needed her. Soft, sweet, bold and aggressive—however she needed to be, he wanted her. He tugged her hair, pulling her toward his cock as her finger pressed and rubbed. She resisted his urging, her mouth an unbearable hair’s width from his cock, her lips parted, her breath a fluttery caress, her smile pure witchery.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her face. “Son of a bitch, you’re beautiful.”
The last word broke on a hoarse cry as, with a firm crook of her finger and a seductive “Come for me”, she tore his control from him.
He only had time to cup her head in his hands and bring that teasing, taunting mouth to his cock, before he came in a burning rush, spurt after spurt of his seed filling her greedy mouth as he twisted his fingers in her hair, holding her to him, needing her, loving her.
When the orgasm faded, she was still there, holding him gently on her tongue, her fingers soft on his penis, her gaze equally soft as it met his. She turned her head, kissed his thigh, his cock, his balls, then between short, panting breaths she whispered, “You liked that.”
The scent of her passion surrounded them. He held out his hand, too drained in that moment to chuckle. “You definitely rocked my world.”
She placed her small palm in his, her grin broadening to a purely feminine laugh. He drew her to her feet, the brush of her satin-smooth skin on his still-hard cock exquisitely erotic. Her silk-covered pussy settled, swollen and wet, against his thigh.
There were no words for what she meant to him. He slipped his hand beneath her panties, finding her clitoris plump and straining for his touch. He caressed it gently, keeping her head tilted back so he could watch the joy move across her face. The pleasure. Her cream coated his fingers. He brought them to his mouth, holding her gaze as he licked them clean, savoring her taste, closing his eyes briefly as it spread through his mouth. It had been too long since he’d tasted her.
Her tongue flicked out over her lips, leaving them shiny with her saliva and his come. Her eyes darkened. He bent his head. She tilted hers back. Her breath washing over his lips, moist and sweet, smelled of him. He smelled of her. He closed the gap between them, mating his mouth to hers so thoroughly that when they came up for breath, they smelled like each other. The way it was supposed to be.
She caught her breath on a sob when he nipped her plump lower lip. “You’re killing me.”
He smiled at her melodrama. “In a minute, I intend to pleasure you.”
He took her quiet “Oh” and restless squirm as approval. She was such a miracle to him. Endlessly giving. Hot, sexy, funny, loving. And she wanted him. Only him. He lifted her in his arms. She linked her hands behind his neck. A quiver shook her as her breasts pressed into his chest.
“Where are we going?”
“To the living room.”
“Why?”
He kissed her soft lips. “That’s where the Christmas tree is.”
“So?”
He looked down into her face, her expression smug and taut with the passion that burned so brightly in her. A passion for life, for her kids. For him. He bent to grab a big gold bow from the box of Christmas decorations on the floor. “I’ve had this fantasy for the last thirty years.” He placed the bow between her high, delicate breasts, letting the long ribbons trail down her torso. “And I think it’s finally time I fulfilled it.”
About the Author
Sarah has travelled extensively throughout her life, living in other cultures, sometimes in areas where electricity was a concept awaiting fruition and a book was an extreme luxury. While she could easily adjust to the lack of electricity, living without the comfort of a good book was intolerable. To fill the void, she bought pencil and paper and sketched out her own story, and in the process, discovered the joy of writing. She's been at it ever since.
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