Page 55 of Hero Hair
Chapter Sixteen
Macs
She’s kneeling in the middle of my bed, bare but for a wide smile. I’ve dreamed about this moment on repeat and now that it’s here, I want to savor it. Teala separates her knees and slides down so her pussy rubs my bed. I have to remind myself to take breaths.
She leans up. “Oops. Looks like I got a littlemeon your bed.” She covers her mouth with a delicate hand.
My dick is unbearably hard and she’s extraordinarily beautiful and like a heat seeking missile. I decide to take what’s mine regardless of cost. Costs don’t matter when you’re out of control and starving.
I’m on top of her in less than a second. She’s laughing and she smells like sex and perfume and shampoo, and I’m delirious with want, lust, and fuck if I know what else. My mind is twisted and foggy with anything else except what I want.
“I can’t wait to know you,” I growl into her ear.
She responds by pulling my head in for a kiss and pushing my weight on top of her. Her mouth is frantic, a plea for more. A decadent cry for everything.
“Know me well. Know me real good,” she says.
I roll off her because I need to touch her. Trailing my fingertips from the tip of her chin down her neck, across her breasts and down her stomach, she writhes beneath the sensation, her abs flexing and releasing as she tenses. Her eyes are closed, her face soft, her body pliant—fully in my control. In past experiences I’ve noticed some of the women I’ve been with have been shy or uneasy at my forward approach. Teala takes my approach and turns it on its head. Her body is a familiar instrument and I know exactly where to touch and what to do to get a response. We’ve practiced. I know her. This has a multitude of benefits.
My hand drifts between her thighs, and she opens her knees wider to give me access. She’s already soaking wet and my finger slips before I make the decision to dive in.
“Like before?” she says.
“Yes. I’ll do it the same way,” I reply, leaning over to suck one of her nipples in my mouth.
Teala laughs, a throaty, turned on noise that ricochets directly to my cock.
“Although I’m not sure how long I can pretend I don’t want to be inside you instead.”
Teala brings my hand up to her mouth and licks the finger that was just inside her. “I’m ready. Let’s get you ready.”
Thank God for fast miracles. She warms up in seconds. There’s no time spent making sure she’s comfortable and wet. I’d make a wager she was dripping for me the second she walked through the door. It’s not even because of me—I don’t give myself that much credit—it’s because she hasn’t been fucked in weeks and she’s wild for it.
She pushes my hand away and rolls toward me, then mounts my stomach when I’m flat on my back. I keep my hands on her. She might think she’s in control, but I want my presence known. Then she begins her slow descent licking, tasting, kissing a trail down to my boxer briefs. When she gets there, she doesn’t hesitate. With her narrowed eyes on mine, she removes them and lets them fall to the floor.
“He looks ready,” she exclaims, raising one brow.
I nod furiously. “Understatement of the year,” I deadpan.
It sounds desperate. She doesn’t notice. She smiles and takes me into her mouth like she owns my motherfucking dick. I hiss out a breath and try to think about my grandma on a cold wet day. It doesn’t work. I don’t think that ever works, but I put my hand on her head and try not to think about how wet and warm her mouth is. I look down when she slides slowly up my shaft and sucks the tip lightly. She’s whale eyeing me. Fuck.
“You keep looking at me like that I’m going to come down your throat instead of on your tits. How do you want it?”
She watches me as she slides my dick all the way down her throat one more time.
“Fuck,” I growl.
Teala finally relents and comes away. She keeps my shaft in her hand. “I like doggy style, but I want everything. All of it. Give it to me in every single way. We have lost time to make up for,” she says, eyes burning a hole in my willpower.
Leaning up to the sitting position, I grab her by the waist and pull her back on top of me. The rush of skin on skin sets my teeth on edge. I lean over to my nightstand and pull a condom out of the box in the drawer. The wise and practical part of my brain applauds this decision, while the rest of my fucking body is saying, “Plunge into her and spray your fucking come into every orifice of her body.” Congrats, wise section of brain. You win. Tennis claps for you.
Teala takes over, rolling the condom down my dick, and I watch her hands work with a stomach roiling in anticipation. The scent of the latex switches me into a mode so carnal and barbaric I won’t come back until it’s over—until she’s sated, and my hot load is dripping somewhere on her perfect fucking body.
“I’m going to ride you first. I need to get used to you,” Teala explains, gripping the base of my shaft.
I merely nod because talking would require too many brain cells than I have available at the moment.
She shimmies up my body on her knees one at a time until her pussy is close enough for me to touch. I stroke her and my fingers glide around in her wetness with ease. I sigh and close my eyes for a moment or two, reveling in her tightness. It’s finally fucking happening. She sighs, and I meet her gaze. There’s a crinkle between her brows that usually isn’t there.
