by Rie Warren
I had to keep her dress mostly on her while I ate her out.
No way I could handle seeing all of her at once with my mouth all over her, my fingers reaming her clutching hole, my tongue dribbling her swollen clit.
But now . . . oh fuck now.
When she levered my heavy cock down and finally curved the red, red, glossy oval of her lips over the engorged head, I practically ripped the top of her dress down her arms.
She hissed, my cock in her mouth, her tongue snaking into the ring of my PA piercing and lighting my veins on fire.
That dress had tortured me all night, on the verge of exposing her nipples but never quite, and now I didn’t know what to do.
Grab the back of her head and plunge my cock down her throat or take her off my dick so I could finally get a good goddamn look at those tits.
The black dress draped at her hips, and I stamped my feet wider, a hunger like no other tightening every muscle on my body.
Honoré came off the head of my cock, a long string of spit connecting her lips to my tip until the saliva looped down over her hand. She smiled lustily up at me, her thumb toying with the heavy piercing drilled through the heavy head of my cock.
More precum joined her spit, and she nipped at the PA then the ridge of my glans, which sent shudders from my swinging ballsack to my spine.
Those tits. They swung too with every move she made on me. Pretty, creamy mounds that would be a perfect handful, her breasts were peaked by swollen pink nipples, bigger than I would’ve thought. So big I could seal my whole mouth around them.
And I wanted to. I wanted to be all over her.
But she nipped at my shaft, and my eyes slid to hers.
She looked naughty down there between my legs, her hair a mess, her cheeks flushed.
I reached low, grabbing both breasts and tweaking her nipples. I roughly squeezed, pulling up and out until her tits snapped back.
Her neck arched. She moaned.
Her reaction turned me on more, and I palmed both smooth orbs, thumbing the buds that grew redder and tighter.
Honoré jerked closer and formed a tight seal—a hot suction—around the first half of my cock. I watched her cheeks hollow, and her tongue washed over me, a wicked little thing playing me like she would one of her many instruments.
And I played with her tits and nipples, making her moan over me.
Shaking with the effort it took to control myself, I pulled out of her mouth.
With a hand around the root of my cock, I kept my dick from her.
I watched her open mouth circling for more of my meat in her throat.
She’d made me dripping wet, and I smacked the solid blood-filled rod all over her pretty face. I left trails of cum on her cheeks and pushed the tip between her lips before taking my cock back out.
She mewled in frustration, hands wrapped around my thighs and tits pressed against my legs.
I couldn’t believe she was letting me do the filthiest things to her. It was driving me mad, the way she nuzzled low to sniff and lick and bathe my balls in all that slippery wet heat.
When her head came up again, I was staring down into her eyes.
Her hands braced on my thighs, short nails rasping through hairs and scratching against skin.
The iciest of blue irises had melted into something hotter. “Give me your cock again, Saint.”
With a hand wrapped around the front of her neck, I stopped her from coming any closer to my straining meat. “Maybe before round two.”
“You mean you won’t be finished after . . .” Her breathy words hit me in the nads.
I chuckled in the lowest tone. “Highly doubt it. ’Sides, I’m gonna do you so good you keep coming back for more.”
“Please?” Her tone growly, she kissed all over my cock, tonguing the slit, gathering up every drop of precum and swirling it around the purplish head.
“Goddammit.” My muscles heaving with restraint, I pushed back inside her nibbling lips.
It was too good. Honoré was too much.
Fuck, she even let me grab hold of her hair and force part of my cock into her throat.
When she choked, I pulled back.
But she wouldn’t let me go far before swallowing me back into complete liquid heaven. Her red lipstick smeared all over the shaft of my cock, and I about blacked out from sheer pleasure.
I fucked her mouth a few more times then just stood there, all quaking muscles and body on fire, as she gurgled and glugged over my stiffer than stiff rod.
Needed to come so hard.
My knees locked. My cock jolted forward. My hands clasped the nape of her neck.
A roar left my throat, and I lost it.
Jerking and bucking, I unloaded into Honoré’s mouth. Couldn’t stop. Not even when she sputtered.
So much cum.
I sawed in and out, her hand milking my rod and her lips primed around me.
Her tongue swept over my jetting cockhead, and I nearly lost my footing.
Lost my balance.
Lost my damn mind.
I pulled my unflagging dick from her pursed mouth and opened my eyes.
She swallowed. Oh, Christ. Honoré swallowed my seed.
And some of my cum made white smears on her chin.
Jesus.
It was insanely good.
She was insanely hot.
She cleaned herself up with her fingertips then pressed the last creamy globs between her lips too.
Exhaling raggedly, I wiped the sweat from my forehead.
I stood there, hard again.
Honoré’s arctic blue eyes leaped from my cock to my face. “You weren’t kidding, were you?”
“Uh uhn.” I pulled her up against me, tilting her face to mine.
I felt like I hadn’t even come yet as I slanted my mouth over hers.
The hot pressure of her tongue sliding inside tore groans from my chest, and I finally got that dress all the way off her body. Both of us bare, mouths crashed together and tongues in a wet tangle, our bodies slid, slick and hot. Her tight nipples mashed against my chest, and I cupped her ass, digging into juicy flesh.
Lifting Honoré up, I carried her the few steps to the side of the bed. We toppled down, and I braced myself above her.
Her hands ran all over my chest then around to my ass, which she clenched greedily.
Her pelvis bucked up, and her hot cunt slid along the length of my jutting bone-hard cock.
Tearing her mouth from mine, she gasped. “I’m ready. Please. I’m so ready.”
I bit roughly at the juncture of her neck then eased the sting with my tongue.
Reclining to the side of her, I avoided her luscious lips as she tried to kiss me again.
She gave an impatient noise, and I just chuckled.
“Maybe we should wait.” My hand wandered over the indent of her waist and along the curve of her hip.
“Saint!” She hit at me, but I caught her wrist.
I tugged her arm up above her head, threading my fingers through hers and rolling half on top of her.
She struggled, and I nipped at her neck, her chin, the top hill of her breast.
When she quieted—sexual tension humming through her taut body—I released her wrist.
“I wanna get you really, really wet, baby.” My voice throbbed, my cock fat and heavy and pressed against her hip.
She grabbed my hand and guided my fingers down below the tight little strip of blonde fluff then into the shiny pink slit lower.
“I already am,” she whispered, nuzzling against my throat and looking at me with lust-dazzled eyes.
I sheathed my fingers inside her spasming heat, and she held onto my wrist, helping me finger her.
But I refused to go as fast as she wanted. I swirled inside that wet velvet tunnel and drew out to my fingertips. Then back again as she worked her pussy up and down, and I licked and lapped at one pebbled nipple.
Her breath stuttered and her lids fluttered, and I leaned across
to purse my whole mouth around her other tit.
I kept exploring her body, inside and out and all over. I lapped the bottom curves of her perfect breasts. Licked into the slim bowl of her belly. I rolled her to her side and bit her fleshy ass before trailing my tongue up her spine and my hands up her ribs to cup and knead her tits.
“Ohhhh, Saint.” Her long moaning sigh made the hair stand up on the back of my neck.
Her hands restlessly roamed over me too, every so often clasping my turgid dick in a soft fist that rose from root to swollen tip.
Finally, I hunkered above her then slowly—oh so goddamn slowly—lowered my body so I overshadowed her and rested with the slightest pressure on top of her.
She arched her back, her neck, purring almost, and I loved that look of raw lust on her gorgeous flushed face.
“Love your body . . . damn,” I murmured.
I rocked us together and pulled her harder against me. Sweat dripped between us—we were slick and glistening all over.
Her legs wound around my hips, and I angled my cock up and down the pink swell of her slippery cunt.
When I drew back, I kept her open with my knees spreading her thighs. Her pussy splayed wide, her hot hole beckoning me.
That pink engorged sex just dripping all over.
Cock in hand, I began slapping the stiff rod all over her slick snatch.
Eyes widening, she gave a loud keening moan.
“Fuck. So hot, baby.” I grunted.
Spattering her juices around, my pierced cock looked especially wicked when I spanked her gash and all over her budded clit. I kept on slapping that pussy—growling and grunting—until we were both mad for it.
Until she was foaming wet and squirming around on the messed-up bed.
Until she was so desperate for me—disheveled and wild—she screamed, “Ah! Stop tormenting me, you brute!”
I’d never seen a woman so in need of some good loving.
“Brute?” A snarl on my face, I ripped into a condom, and she watched every motion of my hands when I snapped the thing on.
Looming over her, I held her by the front of her throat.
Her eyes rolled back, and her pussy tipped up.
I tightened my fingers before smoothing my hand around to grip her hair and snap her head back.
She gasped, mewling.
“I’ll show you how much of a fucking brute I can be, baby. Just remember, you asked for this.”
Poised right at her hole, I waited until she met my dark gaze.
Then I sheathed deep inside her soaked gash with one powerful thrust.
“Oh FUCK Saint!”
Nipping her uptilted chin, I growled out, “You’ll be calling me sinner after this.”
Her heat. Her cunt. Her wetness.
I stayed dick-deep, my pelvis rotating, my muscles knotted . . . her clit smashed against my pulsing base.
Withdrawing, I crouched above her like a sex-fueled demon.
Then I slammed right back into the tight tunnel I made sure stretched all around me, made room for all my thick cock.
“The piercing! Oh my god!”
I bit her ear then her elongated neck. “You should feel it without a condom.”
Her head snapped up, and her eyes snapped open. “Do it.”
I halted, every muscle straining and my cock lurching so far inside her I was wrapped and trapped in her soaked softness.
“You serious?” My voice came out so low and harsh I wondered if she even heard me.
But her pussy clamped even harder around me, and she nodded.
“I won’t come inside you,” I promised as I swiveled my dick around inside her.
“Do it.” Leaning up, Honoré rubbed her aroused tits all over my chest. “Do it, Saint,” she whispered at my ear.
Pulling out on a long slow stroke, I stared her in the eyes. I unrolled the slick condom and stroked my cock all the way to the pierced head.
Then I pulled her hips farther up, took her knees in the crook of my elbows, and rammed straight down into her.
“Fuck!” My voice strangled; I nudged that last bit deeper inside her.
Inside the woman of my dreams. Bareback. Holy motherfucking fuck.
No way to be gentle. Steam poured off my body as I pounded her pussy straight down into the mattress.
It was animalistic and savage . . . I couldn’t goddamn stop. She was just too fucking sweet. Just too fucking tight.
Honoré clawed at my back, her legs twined around my hips.
“How’s that piercing now?” I wrapped my hands around her tits and squeezed.
“Yes!”
Honoré held onto my pumping body like I was a stallion riding and mating on top of her.
“Like it?” Pistoning deep in and out of her, my piercing tickled the softness of her opening before plunging right back down into the deepest recess of her cunt.
“Oh God. You have no ide—” Her body stretched back, taut.
She came. She came so frigging hard her mouth opened but no sound emerged. Her pussy rippled and constricted, trying to lock me in.
Lock me balls deep.
And my goddamn balls were so full of seed.
I pulled out at the last moment then thrust a few more times from tip to base, nads slapping her upturned ass.
As heat spiked all the way from my spine to my balls to the head of my shaft, I yanked my throbbing cock from her pulsing pussy.
Hunched over her, I braced one palm beside her head and barely grabbed hold of my jerking shaft before ropes of cum blasted out.
“Oh yes. Yes!” Honoré keened, my seed raining onto her belly in rich white streams.
Then she pressed her tits together. She goddamn presented her breasts to me.
And I did it. I kept stroking off on her, over her. I kept coming, painting stripes of semen over her pert tits.
She reveled in it as I roared like an animal.
“Holy fucking hell, baby.” I slumped over her . . . then slipped next to her.
My body felt like it was floating on air, and when I opened my eyes I couldn’t believe how much I’d covered her in my seed.
Her eyes remained closed, and she had the most intoxicating secret smile on her lips. Then, slitting eyes open at me, she began scooping up my cum on her fingertips . . . and feeding it into her mouth.
“Mon Dieu.” My nostrils flared, and I felt like a goddamn savage.
My cock started getting real frigging interested in Honoré—my cool controlled chanteuse—eating . . . my . . . cum.
“Mmm,” she murmured, taking the last drops between her lips.
I shook my head. “You make me wild, woman.”
Couldn’t believe my ice queen was really a sex kitten.
As she snuggled up to me, I drew an arm beneath her head. One of her legs folded across mine, nudging a little too close to my balls that weren’t yet depleted.
I skimmed a hand up and down her arm while she swirled her fingers over my chest. I loved the look of her inked hand cruising over my skin.
“Well that was dangerous.” Her tone was teasingly scolding.
“The condom? Sorry ’bout that.”
“I asked for it,” she murmured with a hint of amusement.
Eyes narrow on her, I leaned up. “Yeah you did. I was careful. I think.” Rolling to my back again, I hugged her close. “You can’t just say that to a man. You specifically can’t just say that to me.”
Her fingers splayed across my chest then roved down to my groin.
Jesus Christ. I was catching full wood again.
“I liked it,” she whispered.
“I really liked it,” she amended.
“I could tell.” I smirked.
She socked me with a punch to my ribs. “Well? What about you?”
Chapter Ten
HONORÉ
SMUG. ARROGANT. UNBELIEVABLE.
I wanted to punch Saint again just to swipe that sexy smirk off his face.
Then he brought
my fist to his lips where he uncurled each finger before pressing the tips to his mouth.
“For me to say I liked fucking you would be an understatement, baby.”
His slow melting kiss drove another pang of desire through me.
I rested back down on his chest, thoroughly satisfied with his answer and completely captivated by the play of muscles across his torso.
It was hard to keep my hands off him.
I wasn’t used to being this touchy-feely. And I certainly had never been with a man whose cock was pierced.
Oh lord, I’d let him inside me bare.
No, I’d begged him to fuck me with that big pierced cock until I came so hard my entire body turned to jelly.
Mmm. His cum. That salty male taste all over my breasts and belly and then in my mouth again.
Cheeks flushing and heat pooling where I remained wet and engorged, I desperately needed something to take my mind off his incredible everything.
“So, besides the bar and the tattoo parlor and getting into trouble trying to help out women like Grace and Mercy—”
“Hey.” Saint’s irises flashed with a darker green. “None of that was my doing. ’Sides, I’m not the type of man to turn his back on a woman in trouble. None of us are.”
“And I imagine they’re very grateful.” My tone softened, and I caressed a hand across the whiskers on his jaw. “I know I would be.”
“Let’s hope it never comes to that, huh?” His nose nudged against mine, and he plucked at my lips with the merest brush of a kiss.
This would be the perfect opening to tell him about Reggie, but Saint and I . . . we weren’t going to be anything long-term. It just wasn’t in the cards. I had too much baggage and too much to lose to get entangled again.
For the first time, the idea of not being with this motorcycle man sent a twist to my heart.
It was best not to get involved. I shouldn’t have even gone this far with him.
Still, I couldn’t convince myself to stop touching him.
His eyes gleaming, he drew one rough palm from the top of my ass to my shoulder blade then swept back down again. “I try to keep my head down and my nose clean.”
I laughed. “I hate to tell you this, but Boy Scout material you are not. I don’t care if your name is Saint.”
He grinned, dimples appearing. “Bet I’d get a badge in pussy eating though.”