Page 37 of Smoke

“Yes,” she sighs. “Incredible.”

“Shit, woman. You ain’t seen nothing yet.” With that, I drop to my knees, push her legs up and apart so her feet are resting on the edge of the counter, opening her fully to me. I drop my mouth to her wet, glistening pussy, lapping up her sweet tasting, heady cum.

My tongue is long, thick and I have the ability to twist it like a corkscrew, so when I stab it deep into her warm cunt, her body jumps at the intrusion. I twist and swirl, flatten and thrust my tongue in and out between her swollen pussy lips as I continue to eat her out. Her hands, now back in my hair, dig into my scalp. With each movement I make, she either pulls me nearer or pushes me away as if unsure if she can take the torrent of sensation. But with the tight hold I have on her inner thigh, stopping her from closing her legs or trying to escape me, I continue to punish her cunt in the best possible way.

“Yes, yes,” she cries as she pushes herself against myface. “I can’t, so good.” The tip of my nose hits her clit, so with my tongue still doing its magic, I do short sharp jerks of my head from side to side so my nose flicks the exposed nub. “Oh my God, I’m going to…”

She doesn’t need to finish the sentence, because the way her whole body is trembling, I know she’s on the cusp of another orgasm.

I jerk my tongue out of her, remove my hands, and fall back on my haunches. Immediately, I raise my gaze to her face to see her reaction to my retreat. Her face tells it all. Lips parted, her breathing fast and furious, as it’s the expression on her face. Her high pitch growl, her flushed skin and flared nostrils tell me she’s pissed at me for blocking her chance to come.

I get to my feet shaking my head at her obvious frustration.

“Smoke, what the hell?” she grits. One of her hands goes between her legs, her fingers moving to take over from where I left off, but I slap it away. “Fucker,” she screams at me, brows furrowed, mouth in a snarl. “Why the fuck are you doing this to me?”

“Because I’ve not finished with you yet.” I grab her by the ass and lift her against me. Tenley’s annoyance at my antics soon dispels at my words. The disappointment and irritation in her eyes instantly morph into heat and want as she wraps her arms around my neck to hold on tight.

Chapter

Twenty-Three

Smoke

Iwalk us both from the bathroom back into the bedroom and make a beeline for the bed. When her ass hits the center of the mattress, I go with her. Her hands slide from around my neck and trail down the front of my t-shirt until they get to the hem. When she tugs at it, I grab a handful of the material at the back of my head and pull it up and off.

Her eyes go wide, and her teeth nibble the edge of her lip when she catches sight of my upper torso. Sure, I keep fit, I’ve got the muscle definition, but I’m betting it’s the tattoos that cover every inch of my skin my t-shirt normally hides. My back, chest and upper arms are wall-to-wall black and white images, each one significant to me. Every one of them has a reason, a story, a meaning no one is privy to.

“Wow, Smoke,” she gasps. “Your body is beautiful.” Her fingers start to trace the outline of the ink that sitsclose to my heart, but before she gets too far, I grab hold of her hand and place it just above the building hardness at my crotch.

“Unfasten me,” I order. With no hesitation, her hands start to work on the buckle. I bring my arms up and place my hands behind my head. My gaze drops to her hands so I can watch her every move.

Once the belt is loose, she whips the leather from the loops and tosses it to the floor. Her fingers shake as she moves to the button of my jeans, and then the zip. I’m unsure whether it’s because she’s nervous or the anticipation of what’s coming.

As soon as my pants are unfastened, my cock breaks free from the confines of the fabric, springing out firmer and harder than it’s been for a long time. More so than when I’ve needed a release and let one of the club whores suck it. This could purely be because I’ve not had this kind of interaction with a woman for some time. At least, that’s what I’m trying to tell myself. Truth? Tenley’s effect on me is both shocking and foreign, and something that I’m unable to explain, but it can’t be denied either.

I suck in a sharp breath when Tenley wraps her tiny fist around my cock. I’m not lacking in length or girth by any means, but seeing her small hand holding my hard dick makes me look even bigger. Well, fucking proud, that’s what. Her touch is scorching hot and feels so fucking good, too fucking good, so once again, I grab her hands away from me.

I catch hold of her ankles and push her legs wide apart. She does nothing to stop me when I move up herbody until my hardness is in line with the swollen lips of her pussy. I stroke the swollen head of my cock across her clit, teasing her entrance, all the while lubing it up with her juices. With no warning, I slam into her tight, wet pussy, going deep. One more push, and I’m to the hilt. The way the walls of her silky cunt sheaths me is exquisite.

“Argh,” Tenley screeches from the sheer force of my penetration. I know she’s wet, and my dick is smothered in her slickness too, but her cunt is tight and my cock is thick and everything is snug. “Jesus, Smoke, give me a minute. Let me get used to you.”

I should wait, give her a chance to adjust to my size, but fuck, sex is so much better when you combine it with a little pain. Believe me, the way her cunt is almost choking my cock, I’m riding on the edge of pain, too.

I can feel every fold of her inner muscles when I pull out almost all the way, causing the most incredible sensations. Immediately, giving her no time to catch her breath, my own need wanting more, I thrust back into her, hard and without restraint.

“Fuck you, Smoke,” she curses me for ignoring her request, but as I start to pump in and out of her, she starts to mewl out her pleasure. “Ahh, that feels so good.”

“Too right it fucking does,” I hiss back at her. It’s good for me too. Fucking mind-blowingly good. I continue to pump into her, the tingling sensation building in the pit of my stomach, I watch Tenley as her eyes become lidded, her plump lips open as she rapidly sucks in air.

She looks so damn gorgeous laid out in front of me, her blonde hair, still damp from the shower, splayed out over the black sheets underneath her. Her tits bouncing with every thrust, her hips tilt up and move in conjunction with mine, seeking a deep penetration. I take a few minutes to watch where our bodies meet. Where my thick cock slides in and out of her pink, swollen pussy. I look up at her face and catch her watching the very same spot, too. When her eyes lift and connect with mine, now we’ve both shared that glorious view, it’s as hot as fuck.

As the tingling sensation increases, and my ball tighten, my vision blurs and out of nowhere, Tenley’s face with her blonde hair and blue eyes, are replaced with thick red hair, emerald, green eyes and a face that tears my heart in two.

What the fuck am I doing?

Despite my vision clearing, Ten’s blue eyes now looking back at me. Guilt punches me in the gut so hard that if I’d have been standing, would have had me crashing to my knees. My cock is still deeply embedded in her when I come to a sudden stop, my breaths coming short and sharp as I try to curb my building anxiety.

My Violet. My one and only, sweet Violet. I have tarnished Violet’s memory in a way I’d vowed I’d never do. No other woman could ever take her place.

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