I’m not sure why it’s her—someone I barely know—that’s made this change in me. But life has a way of putting what we need in front of us.
I reach out, take her hips in my hands, and lay down, hauling her to hover above my face.
“Spread your legs.” I shift her body with my hands, listening to the gasps as I do. “I want you on my mouth. I want you to put yourself there. Show me you want what I want.”
She lowers, but not fast enough. Her scent scorches through me like fire on an open plain, and the sight of her open, wet softness drives me to the edge of madness. I run my nose around her sex, flicking my tongue out and kissing the insides of her thighs, listening to her tiny gasps.
She yelps as I brush my tongue lightly over her outer lips. They’re bare and wet, with a mix of creek water and her own arousal. My heart batters against my chest as blood pounds in my ears. Taking the first taste of her only assures me these feelings I have for her are real.
I slide my hands down to where her thighs bend into her hips and pull her dripping mess an inch lower onto my mouth.
Her pussy opens, and I slide my tongue up and down, memorizing every fold and silken treasure. I squeeze her flesh in my fingers, needing my mark on her. Thinking of the tiny bruises I’ll leave there to remind her this was me claiming her. Marking her so she won’t forget.
“God,” she moans, and her hips begin to rock back and forth.
I glance up and see her body supported on her locked arms with her incredible tits hanging down. I only wish I had two mouths so I could lick her cunt and suck her nipples at the same time.
My dick is screaming for her. My balls hitched up painfully tight as my length tells me it needs her, straining against the confines of my jeans. But right now, it’s all about her.
I will take her. I will make her mine. But right now, her pleasure is what I need more.
Growling into her, I nip and lick everywhere, listening to how she reacts to each spot, each type of contact. I want to know her inside and out. What brings her the most pleasure, what she likes and doesn’t like. I want to be the encyclopedia of her.
Her nectar is making me crazy. The possessiveness I felt before is nothing compared to what is growing inside me now. If another man even looks at her, breathes her air, I think I could make him disappear.
Sparks flash in my eyes as her flavor takes me over.
I need to feel her desire. To feel her body give itself to me, so she knows she will always come first. Not just in this way, in every way.
“God, you’re fucking delicious,” I mumble into her body, driving my tongue into her opening and making her groan as her hips twitch.
I kiss her, feeling her tight against my tongue, and cum seeps out of my cock as it demands to have its turn.
Her pussy opens for me and I eat her like an animal until she’s bucking and flooding my mouth and my face. She screams wordlessly into the wind, then it settles to my name and my heart is filled with an obsession I know will never be quelled.
I slow but don’t stop, eating her to my heart's content until I draw out another orgasm and leave her body shaking and heaving above me.
ChapterFive
Mary Beth
Ican’t stop saying his name.
Moaning it.
Screaming it.
Thinking it.
Nothing else exists at this moment. The rest of the world drifts away in an orgasm filled fog as I shamelessly part my legs a bit more, working my bare throbbing sex on this cowboy’s magical mouth, feeling his tongue move inside me.
Between my noises, I hear his own. Grunts of pleasure. Moans that match mine. Rough, solid hands that hold me in place as he growls, his teeth raking and pinching.
It hurts, but that pain only makes my heart beat faster until I think it will come right through my chest. It’s teeth, then lips, then tongue, then more teeth until I shatter again out here, naked and free in the open air.
Warmth covers me, the sun on my back, the pleasure in my core, the sting from where Garrett’s hand has smacked the side of my ass while I came.
“You’re mine,” I hear him growl into my pussy as he brings another flat hand down on my flesh, making me cry out, but I do nothing to move away. “All of you.”