Page 48 of Property of Tacoma
I hiss at the contact, my hand going to her hair again, guiding her.
“That’s it,” I encourage as she takes me deeper. “Fuck, your mouth feels amazing.”
She works me with her mouth and hands, her eyes locked on mine the whole time. The sight of her on her knees, those plump lips stretched around my cock, is almost enough to make me lose it.
I pull back before I do. “Up,” I order, helping her to her feet. “On the bed. I want to taste you.”
She sits down on the edge of the mattress, her eyes blazing with need.
“Lie back.”
Following my orders like a good girl, she lies all the way back and hits me with a wicked grin when she spreads her legs open wide.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I murmur, dropping to my knees between her spread legs and running my hands up to the apex of her thighs.
I dip my head, breathing in her scent before dragging my tongue through her folds.
Foxy bucks against my mouth, a startled cry escaping her lips.
“That’s it, baby,” I growl against her pussy. “Let me hear you.”
I devour her like a starving man, licking and sucking at her clit while I slide two fingers inside her.
She’s so wet, so responsive to every touch.
“Oh god, Tacoma,” she moans, her hands fisting in my hair. “Please.”
I double down, curling my fingers to find that spot inside her while I suck hard on her clit.
She comes with a scream, her thighs clamping around my head as her pussy pulses around my fingers.
“I need to be inside you,” I growl, rising from the floor.
She shimmies backward.
I put one knee to the mattress and then the other, climbing between her spread legs.
“Yes,” she pants, her hands sliding down my back to grip my ass. “Please.”
“Spread your legs for me, baby.
She does, opening herself to me without hesitation. I run the head of my cock through her slick folds and groan.
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
“You,” she moans, her nails digging into my shoulders. “It’s yours, Tacoma. Fuck!”
Her submission does little to feed the need inside me that’s demanding I claim her, mark her, make her mine.
The thoughts roar through me with a possessiveness I’ve never felt before.
I reach for the condom in my nightstand drawer. As much as I want to feel her bare, I’m not stupid. I roll it on quickly as I position myself at her entrance.
“Keep those eyes on me,” I command. “I want to see your face when I fill you up.”
She nods, her eyes locked on mine as I push forward, sinking into her tight heat inch by inch.
“Like a fucking glove,” I groan as her body stretches to accommodate me. “So goddamn tight.”
