by Sam Crescent
“More cream. Spanking is no punishment for you.” Tristan chuckled.
She didn’t know what to say so remained quiet. Tristan leaned in, and in the next instant she felt his tongue swipe through her pussy. Vicki pulled on the stockings binding her wrists to the bed. They wouldn’t move. Tristan only used his tongue as he licked her in single long strokes from the entrance of her pussy to her clit.
“Please,” she said, moaning.
“Please, what?” he asked, mumbling the words against her engorged flesh.
Whimpering with need Vicki tried to press her pelvis against his face. From the angle she lay there was no extra movement for her to deepen his touch.
“Fuck me with your tongue or hands, but please, I need you inside me.”
He flicked her clit with his tongue in rapid strokes. The sensation was too much. Before Vicki could stop herself she was hurtling toward orgasm. She cried out. Bound to the bed she could do nothing but accept his sweet brand of torture.
Tristan refused to use his hands on her body. He concentrated on tormenting her with the use of his tongue. Her cunt was left bare. Tristan used all of his efforts on her clit.
Opening her folds, Vicki had an unhindered view of what his tongue was doing. Her clit was swollen, and Tristan’s face was covered in her cream.
“You’ve got the tastiest cunt I’ve ever had the pleasure of licking.”
“Why are you tormenting me?” she asked. The frustration of being brought to orgasm but not having anything else was too much for Vicki. She needed more. For too long she’d been without the pleasure of Tristan’s body, and for the first time he was naked for her to see.
“I promised to lick you when I got home. I’m home, and I’m holding my promise to you.”
Vicki shook her head. “I need more.”
Tristan moved up her body slowly. Every inch of his body caressed over hers as he settled between her thighs. “You’re bound to the bed. You can’t do anything but accept my attention,” he said.
“I don’t care. I want you, Tristan, please.”
He reached down between them. The thick tip of his cock pressed to the entrance of her pussy. Tristan stared into her eyes, and in one thick thrust he embedded himself to the hilt inside her. Vicki cried out at the sudden invasion of his hard cock.
Tristan was much thicker and longer than she remembered. He touched every part inside her, stroking over her G-spot.
“You’re so fucking tight. I’m going to spend every night fucking you to get your body used to mine.” He pulled out of her only to slam back inside.
She loved the feel of him inside her. His cock pulsed, and he groaned before pulling out of her again.
“What are you doing?” she asked when Tristan made no move to plunge back inside her.
“I’m giving you a taster of what’s to come. I’m still enjoying licking your pussy.”
****
Vicki growled, and Tristan couldn’t help but smile at her annoyance. She thought she was in control of their moment together. He intended to show her how wrong she was. The only person in control of their time together was him.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She looked so sexy spread out on her bed. He wished she was in his home and inside his bed. They were his personal needs when it came to Vicki. For now he was content to scramble her brain in her own home.
Opening her pussy wide he dipped down to suck her clit inside his mouth. He wanted to become fully acquainted with her body before he let her go.
Tristan owed her everything. If it wasn’t for Vicki being in his life he’d never have gotten rid of Kate. His ex-wife was off somewhere licking her wounds while he was finally enjoying his life.
Kate had left his life as soon as Cameron showed the video tape of her real nature. The courts were bound to keep the evidence under wraps. If Kate tried to do anything else her whole life would be in ruins. She rather liked working as a top end lawyer than flipping burgers.
Vicki fought the restraints holding her in place. Tristan smiled as he nibbled on her sweet clit. She screamed as he added enough pressure from his teeth to take her over the threshold of pleasure into pain. He released her clit, kissing it.
Taking two fingers he penetrated her cunt coating his fingers in her natural lubrication. When his fingers were well lubed, Tristan took them back to her anus.
She tightened against him. He’d teased her ass before, and she liked it last time they were together.
“Relax for me, baby. I’m having all of you.”
He listened to her take some breaths and slowly her ass relaxed against his probing fingers. Her tight ring of muscles kept him out. Tristan slammed his tongue inside her cunt. The action relaxed her muscles, and he eased a single finger inside her tight ass.
Fucking her with his tongue, Tristan added a second finger to her ass. He stretched her ass in a sawing action.
“I’m going to come,” she said.
Her body flew apart as her orgasm consumed her body. Tristan swallowed her release as it exploded on his tongue. He moaned taking everything she gave him. Opening up her ass Tristan continued to fuck her with his tongue.
Only when she begged for him to stop did he pull away and extract his fingers. Going to the bathroom down the hall he wrung out a towel and washed his hands.
She lay on the bed panting for breath when he returned. Vicki tried to pull away from the restraints, but the stockings he’d used were strong enough to keep her in place.
Pressing the towel between her thighs he cooled her skin.
“Thank you,” she said.
“I’ve never known a woman to climax four times in a row. You must have really missed me.” Tristan liked the thought of Vicki missing him. From this day forward, unless he instructed, Vicki would only ever be climaxing at his hands. He wiped away the excess cream and stroked her face at the same time.
“I did miss you. I didn’t think you were coming back.”
“I’ll always come back to you.” He threw the towel across the room and climbed onto the bed. Tristan stroked her hair staring into her eyes. “I should never have taken your virginity or done some of the things I’ve done to you, but I couldn’t stop it. I needed you so damn much. You’re so young.”
“I don’t care about that. I want you. I love you.”
“Your dad is not going to like me.”
“My dad doesn’t like anyone fucking his daughter. Even if the guy was my own age he’d have an issue with it,” Vicki said. “What dad accepts their daughter having sex?”
“I see your point.”
“When you have a daughter of your own, you’ll be exactly the same. You’ll be congratulating your son and punishing your daughter.”
“I look forward to it.” He leaned over kissing her lips. “How about we start making those babies?”
“Fuck me, Tristan.”
He tore the stockings from the bed and untied her wrists. “I want you free to touch and explore me.”
Tristan did the same with the other hand. The moment Vicki was free she crashed into his arms. Falling to his back on the bed, Tristan sank his fingers into her hair and tugged on the length as he controlled the kiss. Her lips opened, and he plunged his tongue inside her mouth.
Sinking his teeth into her bottom lip he used his free hand to slide across her bottom. Vicki moved with him. She pulled away to gaze down at his cock.
“My turn,” she said.
Tristan wasn’t going to argue with her. She smiled up at him with a sweet tilt to the lips. He couldn’t deny her anything with her smile.
He watched her as she coated her fingers with his pre-cum leaking out of the tip. She rubbed the moisture into the length of his cock before caressing the length with only her fingertips. The feather light touch left him groaning for more. He needed more than her fingertips on his body.
“More, I need more.”
“Do you want my mouth on you?” Vicki asked.
“Yes. Take me between t
hose sweet lips.” He pressed his thumb to her lips and watched her suck him inside her mouth.
Pulling out of her mouth he sank his fingers into the length of her hair before bringing her close to kiss. He tasted her lips, plunging his tongue deep inside her mouth. Tristan wanted to possess every inch of her skin. He wanted to wipe every single bad memory he created inside her head.
She whimpered, and her hand worked his shaft, pumping the length.
Growling, Tristan broke the kiss first. “Work your magic, sweetness.”
Vicki kissed his cheek and caressed down his body until her breath fanned his erect flesh. He was so hard for her. Tristan didn’t know how he was going to survive when she got her lips wrapped around him.
There was nothing more for him to do than lie back and relax.
She started by licking the vein along the outside of his cock. Her wet tongue left a trail of saliva in her wake. Tristan grabbed a pillow from the pile at the head of the bed. He wanted to watch her suck and lick him.
Vicki tucked her hair behind her ear giving him the perfect view of her ministrations.
“You’re so beautiful taking my cock.”
Her gaze moved to his, and Vicki looked at him as she took the tip of his penis inside her mouth.
“Fuck.” Tristan hadn’t been expecting the sudden suction of her mouth. Her gaze teased as she blew his mind with her mouth. She took most of him in until he hit the back of her throat. When she gagged on his length, Tristan pulled her off him. “You don’t need to hurt yourself to satisfy me. There’s no need for you to take me in your throat.”
“I want to satisfy you,” she said.
Tristan smiled. “Feeling your lips pleasuring me is enough satisfaction for me. Don’t hurt yourself sucking me.”
He released his hold and lay back against the sheets for more of her gentle touches. Vicki licked his shaft making him wet. He was still rock hard to the touch. Vicki gripped the base of his shaft in her fist and worked the tip of his cock with her mouth.
Watching her thick lips take him deep Tristan moaned at the erotic picture on display. Did Vicki know how sexy she looked sucking his dick?
With each passing second her confidence grew until she was bobbing her head in a smooth, even pace. With watching and feeling Vicki take him, it was getting too much for Tristan to control.
Her sweet lips were far more tempting than he could handle.
“Fuck, Vicki, I’m close,” he said. When she showed no intention of moving he warned her again. “If you don’t move away you’re going to get a load of my cum.”
The answer he got was a moan escaping from her throat. The vibration was enough for Tristan. His cum exploded out of the tip, soaking her mouth.
He watched as she swallowed him, and her moans vibrated up his body. When there was no more for her to take she leaned back and smiled at him.
“I always wanted to do that.”
No words were necessary, and Tristan pulled her into his arms, and together they crashed to the bed exhausted.
Chapter Thirteen
Vicki woke up surrounded by Tristan’s warmth. She stared at the hand cupping her breast while his other hand lay underneath her head like a pillow. The tattoos decorating his arm stood out in contrast to her pale skin. After they’d brought each other to orgasm with their mouths last night both of them had fallen into a deep sleep.
She couldn’t recall the last time she’d slept so peacefully or had so much fun. Tristan was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Running her hands up and down his arm she let out a sigh. She felt content and secure in the future.
Pressing a kiss to his lips she climbed out of bed, grabbed his shirt from the floor, and made her way down to the kitchen. The morning paper had already been delivered. She picked it up and placed the paper on the kitchen table. After filling the kettle Vicki went to the fridge to gather a few ingredients for breakfast.
Hands wrapped around her stomach and pulled her back against a hard body.
“Do you really think you can get away from me?” Tristan asked. His face pressed to her neck. She felt him inhale and let out a breath.
“I was going to wake you up with breakfast in bed.” She turned in his arms, wrapping her own arms around his neck. “I thought you deserved it after out night together.”
He kissed her lips silencing her.
“Do you know that was our first real night together?” she asked.
“I do know.” He kissed her neck. “Get used to it, baby. There are going to be many nights of us together.”
His hand moved under the shirt she wore.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“If you were going to make me breakfast then I want to watch you cook for me naked.”
“It will be too hot.” She protested even as his hands found her wet pussy. The instant he touched her she became aroused.
“I’ll be here to keep you safe,” he said. The robe he wore dropped to the floor. In the next instant the shirt she wore followed the robe. They were stood in the kitchen naked. “Grab something from the fridge,” he said. His voice held so much promise. She couldn’t think past her arousal. Wrapping her arms around his neck she pressed herself to his hard body.
They both moaned together. Vicki pulled away and did as he instructed. Her hands held onto the door of the fridge as she looked in. Tristan grabbed her hips, aligned his cock and slammed inside her.
She cried out gripping the door. Vicki closed the door and held on as he worked her from behind. The grip on her hips tightened as he plunged inside.
In and out. In and out.
The action happened over and over again. Vicki didn’t want to stop him. The feel of his cock working inside her was more than she could stand.
“You feel so fucking good. I have to have you.”
Vicki held onto the closed fridge as the first stirrings of release worked over her body. Her nipples tightened to unbearable points. Tristan held her hips in a death grip, tightening with every hard, smooth thrust.
She was wet, and her cream leaked onto the top of her thighs.
“Please,” she said.
“Feel me inside you. You’re so fucking wet and ready for me.” Tristan’s voice rose with each word spoken.
Vicki didn’t do anything but take what he gave her. His cock thickened with each plunge.
Holding onto the fridge, Vicki cried out when Tristan let go of one side of her hip to slide his fingers over her clit. With a few strokes on her nub Vicki splintered apart. Crying out her orgasm she thrust back against him.
Tristan followed her through to her release. His hold on her hips tightened, and his cock jerked inside her.
They came together. Their cries of release echoed throughout the room.
“I couldn’t wait,” Tristan said with his cock still inside her.
“I loved it. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Vicki.”
Slowly, he pulled out of her body making her gasp.
His seed trickled down her inner thigh. He reached for a towel and wiped away his seed. Vicki took the towel and placed it inside the washing machine.
Afterwards she grabbed the ingredients from the fridge. Tristan followed her around the kitchen. As she chopped up some vegetables to place inside omelettes for their breakfast Tristan played with her breasts. His cock hardened as he toyed with her body.
“You’re insatiable,” she said.
“I’ve got a lot to make up for. Your body is to die for.” He fingered her nipples as he spoke.
When she placed some oil in a frying pan and was about to add the vegetables, Tristan moved her out of spitting distance from the hot oil. Even as she cooked for them both Tristan did his best to protect her.
She couldn’t help loving him more for his protectiveness around her.
“Stefan hates acting as Sheriff,” Vicki said.
“He better get used to it. I’ve been informed if I chose to leave the office he would
be the one people vote in. He loves this town and the people trust him.”
“I wouldn’t tell him that.” She closed her eyes when he kissed her neck. Everything he did to her body had her on edge. Her pussy pulsed with fresh arousal recalling the feel of him inside her.
“God, I can’t get enough of you.” His hand moved down to her stomach. “I want to get you pregnant, Vicki. I want to see you swollen with our child. Do you want our baby?” he asked.
“Yes, I do.” They’d lost one baby together. “What would you like?” she asked, lost in her own fantasy of their future.
“I don’t care. A son or daughter, I’d love them both.”
She spun in his arms and kissed him. “I love you.”
He brushed the hair off her face. “And I love you. I’m the luckiest man in Law Castle.”
She smiled. “No, I’m the luckiest woman.”
“I put you through hell.”
“You’re here now. No one can take that away from me.” She kissed him again.
****
After breakfast Tristan gave Vicki time to take a shower and to freshen up. He cleaned away their dishes and cleaned the kitchen. Once he finished he made a pot of coffee and sat with the morning paper. He didn’t like wearing clothes when he was alone and hadn’t bothered to put the robe back on.
Staring at the headlines he saw the baking festival was that coming weekend. He’d be spending the event with Vicki. She always baked for the festival because she made the best chocolate cake and chilli he’d ever tasted. When he’d told Stefan about his plans to propose to her that night in front of the whole town the other man thought it was very brave of him. Taking the risk of being shot down in front of the residents of Law Castle showed he was either insane or crazy in love with Vicki.
He wasn’t insane, but he was crazy in love with one woman. Law Castle had plenty of ménage relationships going on. Vicki wasn’t having another man between her thighs apart from him. He’d never be able to survive another man touching her.
The doorbell rang and interrupted his thoughts.
“Can you get that, Tristan?” Vicki called from upstairs. He heard her padding around their room. They’d be sharing a home soon. Everything he owned Vicki owned as well.