He discarded his shirt.
“I get to fuck you any time I want, any way I want, without having to worry about having to marry you. And you can tell the whole world how you tamed bad-boy Dare-the-devil Darian Acer and made him heel at your feet.”
His words set her belly quivering with nerves. Her labia swelled and moistened. Chassy backed up, eyes caught, held captive by the sheer power of his black, fathomless gaze. Her tongue darted out to bathe suddenly dry lips. She held up both hands, whether to ward him off or offer up her body, she didn’t know. “Dare, you sound angry...”
“Baby, I ain’t angry, I’m horny. I’ve got a boner a mile long I plan to shove up your hot little twat.”
A wicked grin on his face, he taunted her with words she’d never heard, promised actions she’d never imagined. “You’re getting a good bargain for your money, you know. I have it on the best authority that no one can suckle a nipple like I can. And hot, juicy pussy is my favorite dish. Most men want to cut to the chase -- a few kisses, a couple of finger-thrusts, then on to the main meal of fucking. Not me.” He winked at her.
She moaned.
He began to stalk her.
“I like to linger over my food. I’ll make you come two or three times on my tongue before I’ll be ready to mount you. You’ve never had cock, and mine is on the large side, so I’ll be hard -- excuse the pun -- pressed to initiate you without pain, but I’ll manage it. Wouldn’t want to forfeit that double bonus, you know. I’ll have to open you up good, loosen your inner muscles with a finger or three.”
She retreated further, never taking her eyes off his advancing form. Oh, god, he was beautiful. Even as menacing as he appeared now, he moved like living poetry in motion. Long legs fluidly, effortlessly brought him closer with every step. The shifting of his powerful thigh muscles drew her eyes to the huge bulge nestled between them. She pressed a hand over her heart to calm the frenzied pounding. Her other hand rested at the hollow of her throat where her pulse raced out of control. She swallowed thickly. “N-now...”
“Yes, now,” he agreed, his voice raspy and low. “Once again you have taken control of me. I will not leave you. I am the one begging you to let me come in.” His sinful mouth smiled at her, his lustful eyes stared into hers. “I will feed you so well from passion’s cup that you will no longer be hungry... or a virgin.”
The nether lips between her legs actually fluttered. They swelled and pulsed. A wash of liquid bathed her thighs, embarrassing her at how ready her body became by just listening to his provocative words. Conversing proved difficult. Two words trickled out. “Oh, god --”
“On the contrary...” His teeth gleamed in the afternoon sunlight, lips curved wickedly as he reached for the ties of her dress and began to unravel her.
Chapter Nine
The plush, plump cushions of the red velvet settee made a decadent backdrop for her creamy, naked skin and the masses of brunette hair spilling over the side of the retiring couch.
Amidst slow, languid lovemaking, he’d removed ten hair-bobs, plying her with a honey-sweet, openmouthed kiss each time he tugged a shining silver pin loose.
Her body was his cornucopia of delights, her emotions so open and responsive to him. He loved everything about loving her. The way she shifted and moved, moaned and made those little helpless noises in the back of her throat... she made him feel like a conqueror.
“I’m going to savor every inch of you, taste and sample your face, shoulders, arms...” He propped himself up on an elbow and traced her eyebrows with his forefinger. “I want to explore the very veins beneath your skin, trace every rivulet and estuary back to their source.”
She moaned and shivered under the caress of his hand, lifting toward the moving digit as it glided down her neck and skirted the outsides of her breasts. “S-s-source?”
He dipped his finger into the shadowed hill of her breast and stroked rhythmically, palmed a straining nipple and pressed down, pinching the tight flesh between his thumb and forefinger. Dipping his head, he put mouth to nipple and suckled, drawing strongly on the tender bit. Opening his lips, he swallowed the stiff morsel, hollowing his cheeks as he worked her determinedly, pulling on her crest until it popped out of his greedy mouth with a loud slurp.
She bucked beneath him. Her high-pitched mewl tightened the secret spots along his spine. The helpless sound hardened his cock and tingled in his balls. He played with her wet nipple, flicking it carefully, giving just enough of a sting to make her lift to him in needy supplication. Taking it back in his mouth, he used his teeth and tongue so devilishly her eyes rolled back in her head.
Not wanting her to crest, he released the tight nubbin and leaned back. His hand coasted down the flat, pale plane of her belly, the silky, unblemished skin a vast contrast to his calloused, rough palm. “Your pelvic bones are your inner shores. They contain a primal sea, a turbulent ocean that seeks to escape the confines of its fleshly prison.”
He rubbed his hand over her mound, cupped her sex, and used his thumb to circle her clit. “Can you feel it cresting, the waves breaking inside you?”
“My bones feel liquid... like I’m melting. Too hot... too much...” Her body rippled beneath him, undulating in a sensuous curve that had him gritting his teeth and scrabbling for control.
Moving stiffly, afraid he’d fall upon her and ravish her, Dare lowered himself down her body until his hands and mouth reached the sheltered cove of her sex. Eyes glued on the glorious sight, he reverently parted her labia with his thumbs, exposing the flushed, swollen center that gleamed with the evidence of her desire for him.
“You humble me with your beauty and willingness,” he whispered into her flesh, stroking a path of fire up her fluttering folds. “There is a heartbeat in your pretty little pussy. Does it beat for me?”
“Y-yes... oh... Dare...!”
Her broken response moved him, melted some of the anger that had built inside him over the years, made him want to cherish her. She was his bright flame, his salvation. He’d lost all desire for others, didn’t want anyone but her spread beneath him, accepting his touch and his worship.
Her hands clenched in his hair, tugging at his scalp. The small pain twisted in his gut, sparking an impatience to be inside her. Bending his head, he extended his tongue and lapped roughly at her little button of nerves. His teeth nibbled at her, nipped a sharp warning of coming turbulence.
When he lifted his head, his face shone with her intimate juices. His stomach muscles clenched in need and dread as he watched her swoon under his ministrations.
Her face had gone slack. Her sherry-brown eyes, glazed with the pleasure he’d worked into her body, gleamed behind heavy lids. Her breasts quivered with each unsteady breath. Her rosy nipples stabbed up toward the ceiling in a begging arch. He could chart the waves of her inner sea under the thin skin of her belly.
A growl rumbled low in his chest as he stood and flung off the rest of his clothes. Intemperate, impatient, he kicked off his shoes, snatched at the buttons holding his trousers together, ripping the cloth in his hurry.
Freed, his cock sprang up, ruddy and red and aching, already dripping with the need to be buried in the hot, wet channel he’d stretched carefully with two fingers.
Sighing with relief, he gripped his erection with one hand and cupped his balls with the other, hissing at the heat pouring up his spine from the base of his cock.
Feeling like the greenest youth, he slid his fist up and down the stiff length, desperate to bleed off some of the pressure before he slammed into Chassy and fucked her as if she were a dockside whore. She didn’t deserve that kind of initiation. She’d trusted him to see to her deflowering, and he was damned if he’d botch this for her.
His hand moved faster, milking his throbbing hard-on.
Almost there...
A slight noise shattered his concentration. He opened his eyes and glanced up to find Chassy leaning on her elbow, legs wide open, the fingers of one hand buried in her cunt. Her thumb c
ompressing her clit, she watched his frantic movements, her wide brown eyes avid on the steely jut of his cock.
It was almost too much. Biting his lip to distract his rising lust, Dare increased his movements. Running his fist over the mushroom-shaped head, he gathered the slick moisture to ease his way.
“Dare.”
He looked at her. “Yeah?” he croaked, cleared his throat. Conversation was the last thing on his mind.
“You wouldn’t let me taste you last night. Can I, please?” She gestured at his reddened cock.
His hand slowed and stopped while he debated with his better half.
This time is supposed to be for her!
Yeah, well, she wants to suck cock -- who are you to deny her?
And it’ll help take the pressure off. Oh, hell, yes. For sure!
Okay, but don’t let her swallow this first time. Might put her off.
His cock led the way to the settee, bobbing with eagerness. She didn’t waste a minute. Her hand gripped him, brought him to her mouth, and a second later her lips closed over him, wrapping him in silken heat and darkness.
What she lacked in finesse, she made up for in willingness. She ran her tongue down his length, swirled it along the distended vein that ran the underside of his cock. Joy juice dribbled from his slit and she lapped it up, smacking her lips at the taste.
“Yum.”
“So glad you like,” he managed, hands fisted in her hair. He rethought his decision not to spend in her mouth. Nothing thrilled a man more than watching his woman swallow his come. Ejaculating in a tight cunt came a close second, but having Chassy on her knees before him, her mouth working him so eagerly -- that won the laurels.
At the last minute, he held to his resolve and snatched his cock out of her mouth. He had to fight her for it. Moving out of reach, he fisted his hard-on and jacked it furiously, aided by the moisture her mouth had supplied.
His cock jerked and, with a groan of completion, he erupted, his seed shooting from him as he pumped his hips in time to his pistoning fist.
Sidestepping the pool of semen gleaming whitely on the dark hardwood floor, he returned to the settee and her, his mouth twisted in a self-derisive grimace. “You’ve unmanned me, Chassy. Before now, I’ve never feared failing my partner to the point I had to bring myself off before mounting her.”
If possible, her eyes widened even more. “But doesn’t that mean you can’t do anything now?” She pointed to the cooling pool of come.
His lips parted in an amused smile. Her question showed her true innocence. He gestured at his lower body. “Take a good look at me.”
He waited until she obeyed him, until her mouth fell open at the sight of his still rampant cock. “Now I can take you as slowly as you need, baby.”
She reached up and circled his cock, surprising him, her fingers warm and smooth on his aroused flesh. “I need you, want you, any way you will take me.”
He eased her hand off him, his balls gone shockingly tight again. So soon. “Damn, Chassy, you’re a dangerous woman! That kind of action will get you fucked instead of courted.”
“I don’t need courting.” She pouted, coming up on her knees to wrap her arms around his waist. “I need you deep inside of me, filling my emptiness. Only you can do that.”
“I can hardly contain myself as it is. When you talk like that...” He shook his head. “Lie down and lift your legs up.”
She quickly obeyed, and he circled her ankles with both hands, lifted her legs higher and stepping up between her wide-splayed thighs. Rubbing his cock up and down her shallow groove, he pressed hard enough to part her labia, hard enough to slide the tip of his bulbous head through her drenched folds.
Her flesh was hot and wet, and he could see her clit pulsating, her intimate sex lips fluttering. Imagining her closing around his swollen penis was enough to push his vaunted control to the limit.
He gathered his courage and met her eyes, knowing she could see mingled hope and fear in his. “You’re so wet and ready. That kind of reaction can’t be faked. You really want me?”
She nodded, looking confused at his question. “I really want you, not your wicked reputation or your notorious past. Just you, Dare -- and your cock in my pussy, fucking me like you mean it.”
My heart in your hands, loving you like no one else ever will. But he hadn’t gathered enough courage to say that out loud. “So be it.” He rubbed against her again, cock sliding and slipping in her wetness. She was as ready as he could make her.
Using his thumb and middle finger, he parted her and fit his dripping head to her opening. Taking a deep breath, he began pressing, slowly easing his way in.
Her flesh parted and gave way before him, reforming around his thickness like a tailored glove, firm and tight. Nothing had ever felt better than her pussy opening and clenching around him, welcoming him, taking him as deep as he could go.
Not quite, he thought, coming up against her maiden’s barrier. He slowed his forward momentum.
“We’ve encountered a road block.” His voice gruff with holding back, he commanded, “Take a deep breath and lift your hips to me.”
When he felt her inner muscles relax, he surged into her, breaking past the thin membrane guarding her innocence.
“Yes! Oh, yes, Dare, take me! Make me yours!” She cried out, but not with pain. And he pulled out -- her nether lips clinging to his thick width -- just enough to slam back into her.
Her body quaked, breasts and belly shaking with the impact. He rolled his hips and fed her another inch of his cock, gasping at the sensation, his blood racing, fire running from the back of his legs, up his buttocks, and into his balls.
Sinking down over her, he took her lips, devoured her mouth, thrusting his tongue into her honeyed depths to the same cadence he thrust into her pussy. He drove in, drove deep, deeper, trying to find his home, his soul. “Damn it, Chassy, you feel so good, so tight, so hot...”
Her legs dropped from his shoulders and clasped about his waist, her body working with his, straining to take him in and hold him. “More Dare... harder and deeper... deeper, damn you!”
“Oh, hell, yeah!” Dare shouted, increasing the depth and angle of his strokes. Drawing his hand back, he slapped her flank, a sharp pat that was more sound than fury.
She erupted under him, screeching and arching and twisting. Her legs tightened about him, clung as she tried to climb up his body.
“Again! Do that again!” She panted, eyes wide, gazing up at him in wonder, the brown depths revealing a lust that rivaled what poured through him.
The growl he released was part wild animal and all male. “You like that, baby?” he asked, bringing his hand down again, a little harder. He could feel her intimate muscles grab hold of him, squeezing his cock with desperate strength. “I can feel you do. Okay then,” he said, returning to devouring her mouth as he rained a flurry of hard spanks to her flanks and the lower curve of her luscious ass.
Throwing her head back, she screamed, convulsing and shuddering. Heat poured over his cock head, a liquid stream, filling her pussy and spilling over as she climaxed in his arms.
Her explosion triggered the beginning of his, and he bared his teeth, groaning as his spine stiffened. Semen boiled in his balls, the weighty sacs drew up close to the base of his penis. His cock swelled and lengthened, preparing to spew, and her pussy seemed to shrink around him, becoming a tighter fit.
A firestorm of heat slammed into the back of his head, bowing his neck as flames licked up his spine. Mouth open in a soundless wail, he locked his fingers in the cheeks of her ass and lifted her into his thrusts, driving his cock to the depths again and again. Knees shaking, he leaned against the settee and folded her legs over his arms, rolling her bottom up for better purchase. One hand curled around her thigh and attacked her clit, rolling and tweaking it, tugging and stretching it, flicking it hard.
“Come, damn you. Come now!” Voice hoarse, he shouted orders at her, desperate for her to finish climaxing
before he came like the original landing shuttle, crashing through the atmosphere and burning to cinders.
She dug her nails into his back, clinging to him like a leech as her orgasm slammed into her. Thankful for mercies shown, he dropped his head to her shoulder and nuzzled her fragrant skin as he drilled into her a few more times before pressing in as far as he could go. Pressing in and letting go.
Come blasted through his cock, pulsed deep and hot in her core. His hips bucked and rolled as waves of semen poured out of him like a jet stream. He continued working her clit as he emptied himself inside her and collapsed at her side.
With a groan, she pushed up on her elbows and dropped a kiss on his open lips before flopping back down beside him in a boneless sprawl. “Thank you... thank you...”
He’d never felt more complete.
Chapter Ten
A week later, she woke to a broad finger running tight circles around her puckered opening. She reared in fright. “What are you doing? Stop that!”
“I want to fuck you here.”
“No way!”
“You’ll love it. I promise to make it beyond good for you.” He pushed against the tiny orifice, fingertip sinking in and stretching the untried opening. It burned.
She slapped at his hand, twisting to lie on her back. Staring up at him in hurt accusation, she shook her head no. “I may have been a virgin, but I know enough to figure out you’re too big to get inside of there. Your finger doesn’t even fit. You’d rip me open.”
“I won’t.” Dare’s hands gripped her thighs and lifted, bowing her up until her anus was again exposed to him. His eyes gleamed with a shocking heat. She’d never seen such lust or such fevered intense wanting. Her lips went dry. Down below, her vaginal lips were drenched with the flow of her arousal.
He took quick advantage of her involuntary reaction. Lowering his chest over her thighs, he held her in place, freeing his hands to roam at will over the round curve of her hips and between her legs. He gathered her juices and spread them over her cheeks, rubbed them over and in the puckered door. Her muscles clenched, pushed his finger out. He slapped her butt.
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