Burn in Hail(23)

After doing the same thing to that one, he went up on his hands and  knees, then leaned forward until his cock pressed stiffly against my  core.

"It fuckin' hurts," he growled.

I knew what he was speaking of-his cock.

I wanted nothing more than to have that cock in my mouth.

He growled, pushing up to his knees and standing up on the side of the bed. "Turn around on the bed and hang your head over."

Confused, I did as he asked, watching as he dropped his pants to his ankles and stepped out of them.

"You're not wearing any underwear," I mused as I stared at him. "How come?"

He grinned and went forward on the bed, his fisted hands going to either  side of my hips before I suddenly had a face full of Tate's huge cock.

Then I forgot everything but one of my favorite parts of him, and by forgetting I meant I completely got lost in him.

It was like a kid in a candy store as I brought my hands up to take hold  of him. However, before I could even get them mostly lifted off the  mattress, he stopped me by grabbing each of my hands and holding them  down on the bed.

"Mouth only."

The gruff response had my vagina clenching in need.

Without waiting for more instructions from the overbearing male hovering  over me, I bypassed his cock for his balls, and licked the lower one,  sucking softly on the sack before dragging my tongue to the other one.

I must've surprised him because he pulled away, then started to laugh.

"Why did I not realize you'd be different?" he teased, then lowered himself back down to my mouth.

I grinned, trying not to think about being ‘different' and went back to  work, lathing my tongue along the sensitive skin of his scrotum.

"Fuck," he growled.

I felt a drop hit my chest, and took a moment to stop and see what it was.

My mouth tipped up into a smile when I saw the pearly white drop of his excitement running down the middle of one breast.

Was I not paying enough attention to the rest of him?

I grinned and licked my way from his balls to the base of his shaft, then did an ab curl until I could reach the head.

That was all I could reach, though, and I think that was the point. He was making me work for it.

Poking my tongue out and curling it at the tip, I reached up as far as I  could go with how he had me restrained, and licked the next drop of  moisture off the end of his cock.

He growled.

"Need some help, little girl?"

If anyone else had called me that, I'd have been furious.

But he wasn't anybody. He was Tate Casey.

He could call me a dirty little slut, and I'd likely still be okay with that.

"You're not hurting me if you don't give me your cock," I told him. "It's only hurting you."

He laughed then, letting go of one hand.

"You lift that hand, I'll find alternate means of restraining you," he told me bluntly, then reached for his cock.

I bit my lip, my eyelids growing even heavier.

Obediently, I opened my mouth to receive his cock. My eyes rolled into  the back of my head when I had his tip inside my mouth, and I moaned.

God, it was so erotic.

The way he was being careful to only give me the tip, keeping his fist at mid shaft so he didn't accidentally choke me.

I sucked the head roughly, swirled my tongue around it like a sucker,  and then flicked the tiny notch underneath the head with the very tip of  my tongue.

"Fuck me."

I found myself smiling around his cock, and he growled. "Teasing little shit."

At that I laughed, but quickly stopped when he gave me more of his cock.

I gagged slightly and opened my eyes only to find his eyes boring a hole into my forehead.

"Funny now?" he teased.

I shook my head and worked my tongue, which at this angle was really the only thing I could do.

Despite being slightly light headed due to the angle of my head, I  didn't complain. I especially didn't complain when he went back to  shoving his hand down my jeans-the front this time.         

     



 

His fingers spread my pussy lips apart, and one lone finger found the  engorged bud of my clit and circled it without touching it.

It was maddening, and I wanted more.

He slowly started to fuck my mouth, and his hand that was still holding  my free hand down on the bed clenched as he worked himself into my  mouth.

Though there was no way in hell I would take all of him, I did give it  my best, and managed to get about three quarters of him in my throat by  the time he yanked himself away and came all over my chest.

Feeling somewhat sad that he'd take that away from me, I glared.

"I wanted to taste you," I told him.

He flicked my clit and eyed my chest, watching as the thick white rivulets slid down my breasts to the bed beneath me.

"You can taste me later," he told me. "I've been dying to do that to you since you were illegal to me."

My lips twitched, and then I gasped when he finally touched my clit with his finger.

My hips lifted off the bed, and he again pulled his hand out of my pants.

"Up and get your pants off."

"Don't you know the word please?" I asked, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed.

This new angle caused the release that now splattered my chest to go  down instead of sideways, falling quickly toward my waistband.

"Shit," I said, standing up.

I would really hate to have to wash these pants.

They were hard as hell to stretch back out once I'd given in to washing them.

"Fuck, that's hot," he growled.

Then his hand was on my chest, and rubbing those quickly falling  rivulets of come into the skin of my chest, my belly, and around the  sensitive areas of my nipples.

I bit my lip, halfway off with my pants, and waited for him to finish  before I pushed my jeans and panties to my ankles and stepped out of  them.

He watched me, his hand on his hardening cock, and waited for me to comply.

I didn't have a reason not to, so I did as he asked, then watched him for my next instructions.

He didn't hesitate.

"Bed. On your back."

I bit my lip and leaned against the bed before shimmying myself up, then  went even further until I was on my back, my legs hanging over the  edge.

I wasn't able to touch because Tate's bed was a monster, but that didn't stop me from staring up at him with my eyebrows raised.

"What next?" I teased.

Where was this woman coming from? Holy shit, but I couldn't believe that  I was acting so calm when facing this big, tall drink of water.

His face looked fierce, and his mouth was slightly parted as he stared  at my body as if he were trying to decide what he should devour first.

Apparently he was to start with the inside of my knees, and that included his tongue.

"Uhhh," I started to giggle and jerk my leg away, but I didn't get far.

In fact, I didn't get anywhere.

When I went to jerk away, he held strong, and my foot barely moved an  inch out of his hold before he was jerking it right back to his mouth.

"Sit still, baby." He eyed me. "Don't want you to be tied down for this."

Tied down?

Ummmm, what?

"You're joking, right?" I breathed.

He stared at me, letting me read the sincerity in his eyes.

"Is that what you're into?" I questioned. "I'm not sure I'm into that."

He grinned. "Not all the time, no. But when I want to do it, I do it.  Those are the times where I want control, and I don't want you ruining  that control."

He pressed another kiss to the other knee, then shouldered them further apart.

One large hand encircled my left ankle, holding it securely in his hand  while he kissed the other side, so I wasn't prepared for him to tighten  his hold, and then flip me over.

One second I was on my back, staring at him while trying not to squirm  out of his hold so he wouldn't have any reason to tie me down, and the  next I was staring at the headboard while trying to get my knees and  hands underneath me.

The knees were a no go, but the hands went up and supported my body as I looked at him incredulously over my shoulder.

"Holy crap, Tate!" I cried out. "That scared the crap out of me, and you were so fast!"

He pulled me roughly down the bed until my hips met the edge of the mattress.

"Hmmm," he murmured, running a palm down either thigh, then back up  again to cup the swell of my ass. "This ass? I wish I could snap a  picture of it and pin it to the visor of my truck so I could look at it  anytime I wanted to."

That was a definite hell no, but it was flattering to know that he wanted to look at it all day long.

"Umm, no," I said. "But you can admire it now."         

     



 

He chuckled and dropped his mouth to one ass cheek.

"We'll see," he teased. "We'll see."

I didn't like the way he said ‘we'll see.' It was almost as if he knew  I'd allow him to do anything he ever wanted to do to me if only he tried  hard enough.

And maybe he could. Maybe I'd give him anything and everything within my power. Maybe I was just freakin' crazy about the man.

But then all my thoughts floating around in my head suddenly vanished  when I felt his teeth clamp down on the inside of one butt cheek,  perilously close to my girly bits.

"Holy night!" I cried out in shock, freezing in place as he kissed away the sting.