Forever Pucked(44)

I clamp his head with my thighs, and when my vision finally returns to  normal, I look down my body, past where he's holding onto my boob, over  my stomach and bedazzled vagina mound to where his nose is pressed right  below the crystal beaver.

His dark gaze is locked on my face. My mouth drops open when he stops  with the rough sucking and starts the tongue swirls. He's going to kill  me with orgasms. I pull in a gasping breath when he leaves my poor,  overstimulated beaver button, replaces his fingers with his tongue  inside me, and makes good on his dirty promise to fuck me that way.

It's like he's trying to eat me alive, but not in a horror movie kind of  way, in a love-the-fuck-out-of-me kind of way. Maybe I should vagazzle  more often.

I think he's going for an orgasms record. I don't even know if I've  stopped coming since I started. I throw my head back, but I don't  connect with granite. Instead my head hangs over the edge of the  counter. The living room is upside down behind me.

Across the room I can see it's dark out now. And the windows offer a  mirror-like reflection of Alex's massive, broad shoulders and his head  between my legs. Wow, do we ever look hot. This is some seriously  intense foreplay we've got going on. I glance to the right, where the  sliding glass doors provide another version of the view, so of course  the orgasm that hasn't stopped revs right back up. I'm shuddering and  moaning and fisting Alex's hair while I grind all over his face.                       
       
           



       

He lifts his head and swipes across his mouth with the back of his hand.  His chest is heaving, abs tight, expression fierce as he drags me down  the counter toward him.

I try words, but all I get are some sounds and maybe part of his name.

His right dimple pops. "What was that?"

I push up on my elbows. It's not that easy since my body seems to be made of wet noodles. "So many orgasms."

"You want more?" He slides his hand into his Super MC boxer briefs and  pushes the cotton down until his cock pops out. It's one of my favorite  parts of his body.

He really doesn't need to ask. I think it's pretty damn obvious with all  my scream-coming that I'm more than happy to be on the receiving end of  his orgasm gifts. But Alex would like to hear me say it, so I'm going  to go ahead and give him what he wants, so he'll give me what we both  want, which is his magical dick inside me.

"Please."

He's stroking himself. I can't decide where I want to look-at his  gorgeous face or at his wide palm wrapped around his enormous cock.

"Please what?" He circles the head a few times with his thumb before he reverses the motion.

"I want more orgasms." I scoot forward. The counter is slippery under my  ass, possibly from my excessive coming, possibly from Alex's sloppy  eating.

Alex takes a step closer so his thighs rest against the counter. He taps my clit with the tip of Super MC.

I moan, because really, he's so hot, and I'm so ready to be fucked.

"You want my cock, baby?"

I shudder and nod. "So bad."

He keeps his eyes on me while he rubs the head up and down my slit. "You want me to fuck your pussy?"

Jesus. He's really into the dirty talking today. Not that I'm opposed.  I'm not. He just hasn't been like this in a long time, and I'm surprised  at how much I've missed this side of him.

"Yes, please."

Alex palms the back of my neck with the hand that isn't gripping the  Super MC and encourages me to sit up. We both look down as he lines  himself up and the head disappears.

He doesn't give me any more. Instead he pulls out and glides the head  back up to circle my clit. I lean in and kiss his chin. His whole face  smells like me. We're both going to need a shower after this, and the  island is going to need a hose down.

He lifts his head until his lips touch mine. I cup his face in my  hands-they're shaking, my whole body trembling with anticipation and  residual orgasm aftershocks.

"I need you," I whisper against his vagina-flavored lips.

On the next pass down he goes in a little farther. "How much of me?"

"All of you." I'm not actually just referring to his Super MC, though  I'd be more than happy to hug all of him. I'm referring to the entire  package of gorgeous, sexy, NHL-playing, sometimes insecure, sensitive,  alpha, polite, and thoughtful man.

Alex must sense this, because his eyes stay on mine as he eases inside,  inch by mind-numbingly amazing inch. We both whore-moan. It feels so  good to be full of him.

"I love you." He strokes along the side of my neck.

"I love you back." I nibble on his bottom lip.

He kisses me. It's soft and warm, full of all the things I need: love, tenderness, and desire.

Neither of us does any hip shifting. I sit with my legs spread wide,  topped up with Super MC, while we make out. Eventually Alex breaks the  connection between the lips on our faces.

His nose brushes my cheek, and he breathes me in. "I'm gonna fuck you now, is that okay?"

"So okay." I flex the beave, hugging his dick tightly.

He chuckles, then grabs my ass with his free hand. We both look down to  watch as he eases out. The recessed lights overhead make his cock  glisten. I get a glimpse of the ridge, and then he pushes back in.

At first I think maybe he's lost the desire for the hard fuck, but then I  realize he's just warming me up. After four more slow strokes, Alex  releases the back of my neck and puts a hand on the center of my chest,  right between my boobs. I lie back on the counter again.

He runs both hands up my sides and palms my breasts. "I can't believe  I've ignored these." He leans over me and kisses each nipple, sucking  one and then the other. I run my fingers through his hair and try not to  grip too tight as he starts up a hard grind. I'm slammed with another  orgasm.

Alex straightens, grabs my hips, and then he rams me. It's the fuck of  the ages. He goes from slow to vigorous in an instant, pumping hard.  When he can't get the leverage he wants, he grabs both of my ankles and  rests them on his left shoulder, pulling me right to the edge and  fucking me like we're making a porno.                       
       
           



       

God, he's hot. His muscles strain, his biceps and forearms flexing. When  that's not enough for him-or maybe he's not feeling like he can get  deep enough, or he's not close enough, who knows-he shifts my legs to  the right, changing the angle. Then he puts his knee up on the counter  and covers my body with his.

It's a weird position, particularly since we're on the island and both  of us can't really fit up here. Not that I'm going to complain. I'm on  orgasm number sixty-five million, so it can be as awkward as Alex is  comfortable with. I'm definitely going to have a few sore spots  tomorrow, though. Which is also okay.

Alex keeps pounding away, and we migrate up the counter until my head is  hanging over the edge again. Alex, being the considerate man he is,  even in the middle of our fuck-a-thon, cradles the back of my head so I  don't have to hold it up.

"Look at the window," I manage to rasp between moans.

"What?"

"The window, it's like a mirror." I let go of one of his shoulders so I can point behind us.

Alex lifts his head, and his rhythm falters for half a second. He  breathes out a fuck, and suddenly I'm rearranged so one of my legs rests  on his shoulder and the other is wrapped around his waist. And then  he's back to pounding, his attention divided between our reflection in  the window and me. It's a good thing it's treated glass, otherwise those  living nearby would be getting a whole lot more neighborly love than  they anticipated.

The sex seems to go on forever. Alex must have jacked off while I was out.

When he comes, it's on a guttural groan that includes my name. He  collapses on top of me, his lips on my neck, his back expanding with  each hard pant. I can feel his heart beating furiously against my boob.

We're disgustingly sweaty. My hair is wet around my temples, and my  forehead is damp. I'm pretty sure I just felt sweat drip in my ass  crack.

It's awesome.





16


Now I Get

Why the Evasion



ALEX





Violet smells like lavender and sweat. And I feel like I've been on a  breakaway that lasted an hour. It really doesn't take me long to lose  endurance anymore. But now that I have the green light from my doctor,  I'm going to work on getting that back as often and as quickly as  possible.

I'm still inside Violet. I'm also lying on top of her, and I'm not doing  much to prevent her from bearing the full brunt of my weight. Every  breath she takes is accompanied by a moan and a small clenching of her  pussy around my cock, which is part of the reason I'm not moving yet.

Her right ankle is beside my ear. Her other foot drops to the counter  with a low thud. I pretty much have her pretzeled in half. On a slab of  granite. Christ, I'm an asshole.