Page 97 of Coming Home Country
Every bare inch of skin flushed pink.
The breathy moans that spilled from her pouty lips before they turned into whines when she grew frustrated that I wouldn’t pick up the pace.
“Tucker,” Bex panted.
Her plea went straight to my cock, which was hard as steel, pressing painfully against my fly.
My fingers curled inside her, rubbing that spot that drove her wild.
Neck arching, she threw her head back as she bit her lip, but it did nothing to contain the throaty groan my actions caused.
Fuck, I loved dragging those guttural sounds out of her. They were pure, unfiltered, and all my doing. She was lost to the pleasureImade her feel, no one else. Only me.
Hunger gnawed at my senses. The desperation for a taste of her sweetness grew overwhelming. I wanted to lap up every trace of it leaking onto my hand before begging for more.
Unable to hold back a moment longer, I dropped to my knees, putting myself at the perfect height to have her pussy poised before my face.
The scent of her infiltrating my senses only heightened the throbbing of my dick. It begged to be buried deep inside her.
Unbuckling my belt, I unzipped my slacks, reaching inside to grip my cock. Squeezing against the ache, I promised to make this quick so it could haveits turn.
Licking my lips, I dove face-first into her drenched core. The second her flavor burst across my taste buds, I became a man possessed. There was no teasing; I fuckingdevouredher.
I hadn’t been kidding earlier when I told her I was starved. The intense cravings to drink straight from the source couldn’t be ignored; they pulled at me all hours of the day. Getting on my knees for her only drove my addiction to new heights, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was that I was here now, my tongue stroking her slick flesh, teasing that swollen bud at her center, being the source of her bliss.
The bucking of Bex’s hips against my face grew frantic, and one hand reached down to tangle in my hair, holding me closer to her. She was right there, and if I didn’t want to come all over the kitchen floor from doing nothing more than eating her out, I needed to throw her over the edge so I could finish inside her.
My lips closed around her clit, forming a tight seal as I provided suction on that sensitive bundle of nerves. I was rewarded with a rush of arousal coating my chin as her pussy rippled around my fingers, gripping them impossibly tighter.
I showed no mercy as I sucked harder, spurred on by Bex chanting my name on repeat as I drove her higher, pushing her toward that peak before throwing her over violently.
Pussy clamping down, she convulsed against my face, her thighs squeezing my head so tight they muffled her cries of ecstasy as she came on my tongue.
She was still riding that wave when I stood, shoving my cock into her so forcefully that the scream torn from her throat was so high-pitched I feared it might shatter all theglass in the cabinets.
There wasn’t time to breathe; there wasn’t time to think before primal instinct took over. Her molten heat fried my brain, and the base desire to fill her eclipsed everything else.
My fingers dug into her hips in a punishing grip as I set a brutal pace between her thighs, gritting my teeth against the white-hot pleasure shooting through me each time our bodies slammed together.
Grunts and groans pulled from my chest mixed with Bex’s keening wails, creating a perfect symphony.
A lesser man might’ve let loose—succumbed to the pull of the orgasm threatening to overtake him—having gotten her off once already. But I wasn’t that man. I wanted to take her with me, to cement that connection between us by coming together.
Looping my arms beneath her back, I pulled her sweaty body upright until our chests were pressed together and her ass was barely on the edge of the table. Holding her there, I thrust harder, grinding us together with each erratic stroke as my control began to slip.
“Give me one more, baby.” My rough voice sounded foreign to my ears.
Bex clung to my shoulders, holding on for dear life as I pounded into her relentlessly.
My eyes dipped to where we were joined. Watching my slick cock slide in and out was almost too much. The stretch of her around me was so obscenely filthy while at the same time being so breathtakingly beautiful I could cry.
Grabbing two fistfuls of her ass, I changed the angle, causing Bex’s nails to pierce my flesh. “Yes! Right there!”
That was all the encouragement I needed. Each jarring slam had my balls drawing tighter, my release so close I could taste it.
My control was barely hanging on by a thread when Bex’s body grew taut. In the next breath, the silken glove molded around my cocksqueezed so tight that dark spots danced across my vision as I came with a shout, continuing to pump into her until I was completely drained.
Her labored breathing fanned my neck, where her face was buried, and it was a damn miracle I was able to remain upright by bracing a hand on the table beside her.
