by Morgan Fox
“No,” he said softly. “I don’t expect anything other than your mouth on my cock.”
Her eyes rounded, and her mouth formed a small O.
With one hand, he unbuttoned his pants, and the zipper slowly slid down. The dark sprinkle of hair dipped into the shadows of his jeans.
“Take my cock out, Megan, hold it, touch it…put it in your mouth. Suck me. Learn the taste of my cum…if that is what you truly want.” His hand vanished inside his pants, and he stroked his shaft, her eyes devouring his slow pumping action. “Go ahead, Megan. Who cares if we are standing in the dark on the stairs, show me you’re not scared. Show me you’re not just a cock tease.”
Her eyes darted to meet his. “Stop calling me that,” she bit out.
He told her in a deep, hungry voice, “Stop making me call you that. Come on, Megan. What are you waiting for?”
Both of his hands slipped into his jeans, and the material slid down enough that his cock sprang out toward her. Her eyes swelled as she stared at his hard and ready dick.
He began stroking the full length of his cock in his hand. “Is this what we’re going to do all night, Megan? Are we going to stand here as I jerk myself off?” He released his cock, pulled his hands free of his pants, and acted as if he was prepared to re-button them. “Because honestly, I can do that without you.”
In that moment, she dropped to her knees, took his cock in her hand and slowly stroked him as if learning the size and feel of him. Oh, God, her touch was magic, burning him straight into his soul. His heart raced, a stampede of beats that thundered in his head, drowning out every other sound. She was going to be the death of him.
She moistened her lips, and slowing, maneuvered the head of his cock into the wetness of her mouth. The second her lips closed around his shaft and glided up and down in a slow, tantalizing caress, he thought he was going to come right then and there.
Unable to keep from touching her, his fingers wove into the soft strands of her hair. Her tongue swirled and flicked over the head of his cock. The fire raging inside of him, a flame she’d ignited, could easily melt the polar icecaps.
She worked his cock, sliding over his shaft, ravenous and hungry. Moaning, she pumped him vigorously with her hand while her mouth sucked him in deeper. Fuck, he wasn’t going to last much longer.
Clawing into his ass with her free hand, she tugged him closer, and the possessiveness she used on him turned his brain to mush. His body roared with energy, a tingling experience he’d never felt before. She made his body feel things he’d never imagined experiencing.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she let him fuck her mouth. The veins in his cock pulsing as he grew closer to climax. The deep sucking and slurping sound she made as she devoured his cock robbed him of breath.
In that moment, all thoughts fled his mind. A savage roar ripped from his chest. Gripping the back of her head, he held her close as he pumped his hot semen into her mouth. Like an angel, she drank him in, continuing to suck him until his hips finally stilled.
She stood, licking the corners of her mouth. She grabbed the keys from his pocket and dangled them in front of him. “I’m tired of this game, Dominic, and this conversation is over. Now, take me into your apartment or take me home. The choice is yours.”
Chapter Two
As Dominic closed the door to his apartment and locked it behind him, she quickly perused his lavish and pristine living space. Clean and organized, the bright white and colorful room didn’t seem to belong to this dark and dangerous man. She could feel him standing behind her, shadowing her like a powerful entity, one that promised wicked and delightful things.
Swallowing back the tightness in her throat, she could still taste him on her tongue, his salty sweetness. Her chest compressed as she imagined his hands on her body. His mouth pressed against the delicate skin of her neck and shoulder. Instinctively, her head fell back to give him prime access. A quiver shot through her, and her pulse pounded in her ears.
Dominic cleared his throat as he scooted past her, and his hand brushed against her hip. “Would you like something to drink?” he asked. Her gaze followed him as he pried open the refrigerator door.
Staring at the perfectly round globes of his jean-covered ass, she sucked in a breath. The brief connection had sent a spark charging through her body. She swallowed hard again, her throat becoming even drier. “Yes, please. That sounds good.”
I could really use something to numb the nerves right about now because my buzz is almost worn off.
He handed her a chilled, amber-colored bottle of beer, and she arched a brow.
She snickered. “Beer?”
He shrugged, meeting her gaze. “Sorry, it’s all I’ve got.”
She took it. “Thanks.” Her lips pressed to the mouth of the bottle, taking a small sip, sampling the beer for either a sharp or bitter taste, and in this case, it was both. “Wow, that’s some pretty strong stuff.” She blew out a breath.
“It has to be,” he said, curling his finger around the neck of the bottle. “Human beer doesn’t do shit for us, so a friend of mine engineered this.” He took a drink of his beer, a giant gulp that finished off half the bottle. “It does the trick nicely.”
“A friend of yours, huh?” she asked as she finished off her own beer, placing the bottle on the marble countertop. The need to chug back a few more was fresh on her mind. She was here to have sex, after all, to scratch an itch. “May I have another?”
Shrugging, he said, “Sure.” He picked up her bottle and replaced it with another one. “Do you like the taste of it, or are you just trying to numb yourself enough so you can stand to be in the same room with me?”
Her eyes darted to meet his, heat surging up her neck and into her face. “Don’t do that, Dominic,” she warned him. “Don’t bring up something that will cause us to fight.” She cocked her head to the side, glaring at him, studying him like a puzzle. “Unless what you’re trying to do is scare me off. Have you changed your mind now that I’ve sucked your cock? Do you want me to leave? Have you already gotten what you wanted from me? Because if that’s the case, all you need to do is say the word and I’ll get out of your hair.” She tossed back the last of her beer, placed it on the counter, and turned toward the front door. “Thanks for the beers. I’ll just call a cab”
It all happened so fast she didn’t have time to think. Dominic’s arms were around her, twisting her around, pressing her back against the door. Her breath left her body as his mouth covered hers in a savage, primal kiss. Strong arms molded around her as he took complete possession of her body. A hunger like she’d never felt raced through her.
His tongue probed between her lips and slid fiercely into the depths of her mouth, exploring the wetness within. Surprisingly, she opened for him without hesitation. Her instincts clawed at the back of her mind, making her intensely aware of how much she craved and lusted for this man. Had since the moment she’d met him. He kissed her with more passion and fire than she’d ever dreamed possible. Their tongues intertwined as they tasted each other with a ferociousness that had her toes curling and her skin tingling with jolts of electricity.
She moaned at the wild and spicy flavor of him, a flavor so much like his scent, an intoxicating aroma that turned her body into molten lava. Her hands and fingers kneaded his shoulders and neck, massaging the taut muscles. She pulled him hard against her breasts, and the heat of his body surged into her like a roaring storm, savage, fierce, and overwhelming.
Cradling her against him, he dipped down and gathered her legs and upper body into his arms, never breaking their feral kiss as he carried her into his bedroom. Her heart raced as her back pressed into the soft mattress. The weight of his massive, hard body covered hers like a warm, welcoming heat. His engorged cock pressed against her pussy through her tight pants, clothing that had suddenly become an annoyance.
Breaking the kiss, she panted and grabbed a handful of fabric, giving his shirt an aggressive tug. “Take this off.
Take it off now.” Dominic yanked his shirt up over his head and tossed it to the floor.
In one heated moment, he glanced down at her. His swollen, moist lips only made him look sexier, more dangerous. A wicked grin curved the corner of his mouth and he growled low in his throat. It was a primal sound that had her pussy growing wetter.
“Your turn,” he said with a groan, and the gruff sound tickled her senseless.
He ravaged her mouth once more as his fingers dove under the edge of her shirt and pulled it over her head, free of her body. She gasped, her pulse pounded wildly, her mind a whirl of fevered sensations. The ache and wetness between her legs became more prominent. Suddenly, she was more deliciously aware of how much she hungered for the man whose taste boiled her blood and set her on fire.
His warm mouth clamped down on one erect nipple, robbing her of breath. His strong hands clasped the sides of her ribs, pulling her up, arching her back into his touch. The warning signs of what was sure to come danced like red flashing lights in her mind. Panic gripped her heart and squeezed.
Was she really about to have sex with the man who she knew didn’t love her? With a man she thought hated her. Was she really going to be able to live with the aftermath of that decision? She didn’t know, and the fear of that realization suddenly had her tummy rolling with nerves.
Eyes wide, she didn’t know what else to do. “Dominic?” She whispered his name, hands pressing firmly against his chest. What else could she do?
His body stiffened above her as he growled, low and harsh, “Damn it, Megan. Don’t ruin this.” He dipped his head down, gently pressing against her breasts as if praying. The muscles of his neck, shoulders, and arms flexed. “I’m begging you, Red. Don’t ruin this. Not now. Not after all this time.”
The biting plea in his voice sent a shiver up and down her spine. Red. He hadn’t called her by that name in so long. She’d almost forgotten the endearment behind that one simple word. Her heart skipped at the memory of their youth, and immediately the last thing she wanted was to ruin whatever was happening between them. She’d dreamed of being with him, and it was time she let a little magic fill her heart, even if for only one night. She’d deal with the fallout when there was no other choice.
She captured his face in her hands and gently forced him to look at her. The roughness of his whiskered jaw scratched the palms of her hands. “Make love to me, Dominic,” she whispered to him, her raspy breath surging heavily from her chest. “Make love to me like there’s never been distance between us. Like it’s the first time we’ve met and you can’t wait another moment to be inside me, to hold me…to love me.” The raw honesty of her words stung the backs of her eyes with unspent tears.
A fierce roar moved from his lips as he stared at her. A feral beast hid beneath the surface of the man hovering above her. His glistening eyes were a window into his soul. She shuddered, wondering what those dark eyes saw in her. Had she said too much? Could he see the voracious desire burning for him in her gaze?
The answer was clear to her as he breathed, “Oh, Red.”
The sound of his strained voice made her heart race. Her lips pressed tightly together, and she swallowed her tumbling nerves. Every reservation she had fled her mind the moment his mouth claimed hers in a searing kiss. Their hands moved frantically along their bodies. She couldn’t think of anything except Dominic and the way he possessed her with ease.
For too long, she had yearned to know his touch, feel his callused palms caress her skin, his soft but fierce lips sensually dominating her mouth. Now, she was getting exactly what she had always desired but never could fully embrace.
Her hips arched up of their own accord, grinding against the hardness of his cock. The jeans he wore did little to hide his monstrous size. His pelvis cradled her pussy, and she heard him groan as he gently thrust his cock against her as if fucking her through her clothing.
He softly trailed kisses along the column of her neck, nipping and biting at her collarbone. She moaned wildly. Her head fell back against a plush pillow as his warm breath continued to tease her skin. He sampled her flesh in a ravishing feast. The lace covering her breasts was an inadequate barrier for his hungry mouth. His powerful hands took possession of her breasts, pulling them free of the lacy restraint. She cried out as his unbridled, mighty hand massaged and caressed the heavy mound of one while his heat-seeking mouth suckled the hardened tip of the other.
Enchanted by the heat of his body pressed against hers, she could hardly breathe. It was not from the weight of him, trapping her beneath him, but from the connection they shared. The electric connection that should have frightened her, sent her running in the opposite direction, but it didn’t. The pulsing, fiery connection only drove her wilder. His touch made her want to be a lusty vixen, ready to play, and she’d gladly beg if he requested it.
His fingers and hands moved over her breasts, stomach and thighs, his caress maddening. She needed more, desired everything. The clothing separating them created too much distance. She needed skin to skin.
She writhed beneath him. Her fingers sought the fly of his jeans while his found hers. Jumping off the bed, Dominic yanked her jeans and panties clear off her legs in one fluid motion and then quickly rid himself of his own jeans. She gasped at the magnificent sight of him, his glorious, muscular chest and narrow waist highlighted by the dancing shadows around the room.
Crawling back onto the bed like the fierce wolf he was, he positioned himself between her legs but only enough to gaze down at her slick pussy. His rough hands glided down her inner thighs and slowly parted her legs wider. With greedy eyes, he licked his lips. Her pussy clenched tight, quivering and dripping with arousal. The wicked look in his eyes told her exactly what he planned. She couldn’t wait. The anticipation of his hungry mouth devouring and sampling her slickness turned her into putty that only he could mold.
Dominic cleared his throat and looked up to meet her gaze. With an arched brow, he asked, “Any objections to having me lick and suck your pussy, Red? Any objections to coming on my tongue before I fuck you with my cock? Because if you have any, now would be the ideal time to tell me.”
Her breath snagged in her chest, and she trembled at his erotic words. She slowly shook her head no. Her fingers dug into the sheets of the bed as unbelievable ecstasy flooded her mind and body. Oh, dear God, this was exactly what she wanted.
His sumptuous mouth was etched into a devilish grin. He muttered, “Good. Very good.”
Black, hypnotic eyes lingered over her body, warming her deliciously. No one but Dominic could make her feel so sexy and desired with just a glance. He did things to her, things that no other man could ever do. He frustrated her, pissed her off, and made her so hot and wet her pussy throbbed and pulsed. Dominic ignited a fierce ache inside her that only he could soothe.
For a single heartbeat, he hovered just above her pussy before clamping down on her throbbing clit, sucking on her swollen bud so hard she gasped for breath. Megan felt the blood thunder through her veins. Damn, how she wanted this man and everything he had to give her. She yearned for him so badly she thought she would self-combust at any moment. Now that his mouth and body were taking possession of hers, she thought the fevered desire firing inside her might actually kill her.
Panting harder, she spread her legs wider, giving him ample room to taste her slick cunt. A large finger pressed into her pussy, and her head fell back, a hard shudder wracking her body. Then another finger stretched her, fucking her as his mouth continued to suckle her clit. She was so close to release she could feel it burning just beneath the surface.
She felt his low moan of pleasure vibrating against the folds of her pussy, tingling and teasing her clit. Her head rolled from side to side as he licked her, his tongue dipping inside the entrance to her pussy as his fingers circled her clit, moving faster and faster.
She was lost in a sea of pleasure, completely mindless. The building of pressure inside her was tightening and then the dam broke. He
r body trembled and rocked from her release. She cried out, fingers twisting in the silken strands of his midnight black hair, holding him against her quivering pussy.
“Oh, yes, that’s it, Dominic. Don’t stop yet. Oh God, not yet.”
Wringing her of every ounce, he licked and tasted her cum. He savored her like she’d never been savored before.
She was exhausted. Her legs relaxed, and her arms fell limp to her sides. Panting, she closed her eyes. She was spent, but Dominic had other plans. He wasn’t waiting for her to get her second wind. In the blink of an eye, he was on her again. His hard-as-steel cock pressed against her belly. She opened her eyes to gaze up at him.
With an arched brow, he grinned at her wickedly. “That was fun. Shall we continue?”
Nodding with a wink, she seized the length of his hard, impressive cock in her hands, guiding the head to the wet entrance of her pussy. The aching throb of her cunt was almost unbearable. The shuddering remnants of her orgasm were fading, but the only thing that would satisfy her now and the only thing she desperately needed was to be filled and stretched by Dominic’s cock.
“Do it, Dominic. Fuck me now. Don’t make me wait anymore.”
He chuckled. “You just can’t sit there for a second and be quiet, can you?”
The moment those words left his lips, he impaled her, stretching the soft tissue of her pussy and filling her entirely. She hissed as the pain from his size settled over her. Her fingers dug into his shoulder, holding him steady.
* * * *
“Fuck me,” Dominic groaned. “Your pussy’s so damn tight, Red.” He eased back and then slowly slid his cock fully inside her, holding his position as he fought for control.
His breath charged from his lungs in hard, shallow gasps. The feel of her wet, hot pussy gripping his cock like a velvety vise was nearly too much. Primal perfection, that’s what she was to him. Megan felt perfect in his arms with his cock seated deep inside her where it was always meant to be. He’d always known she’d feel this way. Instinct had told him.