Page 19 of A Merry Invitation
“Shit!” His hands moved back until his fingers were twining through her braids, grabbing them and using them to control her movements as he gently began rocking his hips, fucking her mouth.
She continued jerking him off when she could ease back slightly. Then when he drove into her, she took him deep, so deep she gagged, her eyes watered and he groaned, chanting her name in that way that made her pussy drip. Spurred on by the power she felt at hearing this man’s obvious pleasure from what she was doing to him, Willow stroked him faster, sucked him harder, matched his quick pumps.
“You are fuckin’ with my mind,” he grumbled. “Dammit, baby. Dammit!”
She continued, hearing his words but not really trying to dissect them at the moment. She wanted him completely, wanted to give him all the pleasure he’d been talking about, wanted him to know that it was her and not someone else working in this club that made him feel this way. But he pushed her away abruptly.
“Why—” she started to ask why he was stopping her, but her words were silenced when he yanked her up his body and crashed his mouth down over hers.
This kiss was raw and wicked, teeth clattering, lips nipped, tongues stroking into the deep recesses of her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he walked them over to one of those big comfortable looking chairs. He barely tore his mouth away from hers to lay her down, nipping her bottom lip between his teeth as he reached somewhere and hit a button that reclined the chair back. He hadn’t climbed on top of her so their connection was broken as the chair moved and stopped when she was laying straight back, he walked away.
Her gaze followed his naked body, watched his tight ass, and those thick muscled thighs move to one wall where he seemed to wave a hand before a panel slid away and a row of drawers appeared. He opened one and pulled out a condom packet and a small tube. Then he was walking toward her again and his front view was so mesmerizing, so damn sexy she gasped. He looked like some type of African god with his perfectly sculpted body and that gorgeous dick jutting out in front of him. She wanted him back in her mouth again, but with the way her pussy was creaming and pulsating, she knew she’d prefer him there at this moment. With that thought she was already spreading her legs when he approached the chair again. The slow grin that spread across his face as he looked down at her said he appreciated her efforts.
“You ready for me, baby?” he asked with a smirk.
Normally she would’ve given him a sassy remark, something to the effect that he was just as ready for her, but to hell with that. She wasn’t tryin’ to play right now.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Now, Slay. Please.”
He licked his lips, his brow furrowing probably at the intensity that filled her words. It was new to her too, how desperately she wanted this man inside her. On top of her, deep in her in every way she could imagine. Her body trembled with anticipation, her heart thumping wildly, mind trying to decipher when exactly she’d fallen so hard for this man.
“I got you,” he whispered again as he sheathed himself.
Then he was between her legs, using his fingers to part her folds so he could dip his head and lick her clit. She almost vaulted off that chair, her back arched so high and fast. Her hands going to his shoulders, nails digging in. “Ohh, shit!” Shaking her head and closing her eyes she tried to calm herself, tried to rein in the quick blast of pleasure that soared through her at that simple touch. But Slay didn’t give her a moment to reacclimate before he was devouring her, his whole mouth over her pussy, tongue moving over every inch of her wetness.
She’d pulled her legs up until her feet were planted on the chair, knees relaxed to the arms of the chair as he worked her. He was relentless, kissing, sucking and licking until she could barely breathe, let alone see or think of anything other than how fuckin’ good this felt. When her thighs began to tremble, he growled, “Yeah, come for me, baby. Come for me, now, baby. Come.”
He really didn’t need to say those words, make that demand of her because it was an inevitable conclusion as her body convulsed, her teeth gritted and a ragged yell ripped from her throat.
Again, there was no time to recuperate before Slay was over her, pushing his length inside her. Going so deep, filling her so completely his name tumbled from her lips next as she repeated the question he’d asked her a few moments ago, “Slay, what are you doing to me?”
His answer was to leverage his weight on his elbows on either side of her head, bury his face in her neck and ease out of her slightly before diving deep once again. He stroked her slow and deep. Damn, it felt like he was so deep inside of her, so completely taking over her. Again, her legs closed around his waist and he lowered one hand to grip her ass, squeezing it tightly as he eased in and out of her.
Why did this feel so good? Why did she feel like she was steadily falling even though she knew she was secure on this chair and in his arms? With each stroke he seemed to strip something else from her. Some part of a shield she hadn’t even known she’d erected. It just fell away as he moved over her, claimed every inch of her pussy with his deep deliberate strokes.
“Baby,” she whispered. “Mmmmmmm, baby.”
“Willow,” was his guttural response. “Shit, Willow. I can’t stop. I can’t.”
“Don’t stop, baby. Please don’t.”
And he didn’t, thank the heavens. He continued that slow drive into her, even when he adjusted them enough to put her legs up onto his shoulders. His gaze was hot and heady on hers. His brow furrowed as he seemed to frown down at her, like he was somehow irritated by how damn good this felt. She recognized that look because she figured it was the same one depicted on her face. The confusion was real, but so was the pleasure.
Willow had no idea when he grabbed that tube and squeezed some of the liquid onto his fingers without stopping his stroke. Her mind really was only focused on how good this man felt inside her, like his dick was made specifically for her pussy, for her pleasure. But when he touched a cool, wet finger to her ass, she sucked in a breath.
“Remember I told you about double the pleasure?” he asked, his face still masked in that pleasure-glazed frown.
“Yes,” she whispered and then whimpered as he applied a little pressure so that his well-lubed finger just barely breached that place no man had ever been before.
Her legs were still on his shoulders and now they shook as pricks of an unfamiliar pleasure began to spread. He eased his dick out of her slowly, then thrust back in, at the same time pushing his finger a little deeper into her ass.
She groaned because, damn, what else was she supposed to do with all of these sensations ripping through her. There was the wicked darkness of what he was doing, that little bit of unknown and unspoken bliss that had her heart performing a hip hop rhythm in her chest.
“Tell me what you feel, baby,” he panted, his lips parted as his breaths came quicker too. “Does it feel good?”
Was he out of his mind? How did he think this shit felt? Of course, it felt good! “Slay,” she managed to croon. “Sllllaayy.”
He was pumping his finger easily in and out of her now, his dick thrusts picking up the pace. She shook her head, trying to clear it of the pleasure induced fog now clogging her thoughts. “Slay, baby. It feels sooo good. Sooooo, damn good!”
