Page 9 of Vinter
Elise lifted her mouth and let his cock slip from her lips. “I love them.”
“How much?”
There were no words. She licked around the head as his fingers caressed her cheeks. “Mmmm. Lots.” She engulfed him once again, this time fucking her mouth up and down as her hand gripped the base and stroked.
He held her head with one hand and force-fed her more cock. With the other, he stroked his palm down shoulder, her chest, then stopped to fondle a nipple.
She slurped and sucked. She savored and French-kissed the most beautiful cock she'd ever had the pleasure of. And when she couldn’t stand it any longer … When she couldn’t deny herself pleasure for another second, she reached between her legs.
Her fingers dipped under the waistband of her panties and went straight to work on her clit. She shifted and spread her thighs, fitting her whole hand against her pussy.
“You are a naughty thing.”
“Mmm-Hmm. All because of you it seems.”
The sucking noises as she slid her fingers in and out added to the slurping of her mouth on his cock. She wanted him inside her. She wanted to wrap her legs around him as he pounded into her. She wanted …
Elise lifted her mouth off his cock and pulled her fingers from her sex. She gazed up at him and shocked herself by sucking them, exaggerating the licking of her juices. His eyes darkened and narrowed, and a devious smile pulled at his lips and it spurred her on, emboldened her. She’d never felt so sexual, so free in all her life. So teasing, so playful, so … sexy.
Taking it one step further, she turned around on her knees and dropped her elbows to the bed, lifting her ass in the air. “I want you in me.”
She didn’t have to wait long and she didn’t have to say it twice. A drawer opened somewhere behind her and something ripped. Then his hands were there, sliding up and down her ass cheeks, over her hips, up the insides of her thighs. He pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and his fingers began a sweet torment through her wetness. Within seconds, he had her writhing. A few seconds after that, he had three fingers shoved inside her. Her head dropped to the mattress, even as her hips lifted higher, seeking more.
“So fucking tight.”
Before she knew it, her last article of clothing was gone and his cock was there, ready. One hand on her lower back held her steady as he slid in nice and easy. Each of the barbells along the shaft stroked her. She was full of him, stretched around him.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” she gasped out.
“Good. Let’s fuck.”
She giggled. She couldn’t help it, though it didn’t last long. His hands grabbed her at the top of her hips, and he started bucking against her. They began a rhythm, forward and back, and she was a full participant, giving as good as she took, taking as good as he gave. Her breasts bounced as she fucked back on his cock, meeting every thrust. Each time he drove into her, the ring rubbed against that one spot inside, destined to drive her mad.
She gripped the sheets in frustrated fists, her body teetering on the edge.
He stroked in, then out, in slow, agonizing, sweeter-than-fuck motion. This was her favorite position. She loved it deep, and when the guy let go, she loved it hard. Oh hell, she’d missed this. Not since she’d been in college had she had it like this, had a man flat out come on to her and taken her to bed. And that was eons ago. She’d never been easy, never been fast and loose, but she’d had her fair share of weekend flings in hotels way back when.
She didn’t know what had happened. She loved sex, and everything that went with it. She wanted it, needed it, craved it more than any of the women she was friends with. Her circle didn’t even talk about sex. Well, except for how they didn’t have time for it, that it didn't rank in the top ten of what was important to them. Shit. It was in the top two of her most important things in life list.
He picked up speed once again. Frenzied thrusts made her moan as his balls spanked her clit. Oh God, yes, she had missed this. A bead of sweat hit her back and she arched. She loved when a man got all worked up like that. His short fingernails dug into her skin and she welcomed the small bite of pain.
And then, he was gone. What the …?
She lifted her head and turned to look at him. He was standing there staring at her, jacking his cock, and his jeans were no longer around his thighs. She saw him raise his hand, she knew the smack was coming, but still she jerked when his palm connected with her ass.
“C’mon. Up …” He lifted his feet from what she suspected was a pool of denim on the floor, and he walked out of the room.
Her eyes widened at the tats on his back, part of his ass, and around his hips. The man was a walking canvas — black and white wings on his shoulder blades. The neck of a bass guitar running the length of his spine. A woman’s lips with vampire fangs on one of his ass cheeks, and the tail of a snake wrapped around one hip.
She scrambled off the bed, discarding her panties as she did so. She debated on rinsing with some mouthwash or doing a quick finger brush, but pushed the idea to the back of her mind. She wasn’t done with his cock yet.
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Vinter waited. His cock aching, his heart thundering, his hands itching to touch her, spank her. Tight didn’t even begin to describe her pussy. It was like sinking into a vise that was way the hell too damned small, but shit, it felt so good, so hot inside her. And that was with a condom on. Fuck. What would she feel like if he wasn’t wearing one? He didn’t need to think about that or he’d come right now.
She came out of the bedroom and their eyes locked. She was sexy as all get-out. When she stepped up, close enough that his cock brushed against the softness of her belly, he bit back a groan. Her gaze traveled all up and down his chest. Her fingers reached out and tugged on his nipple rings and he couldn’t bite that groan back.
