Jagger's Moves(12)

Lexie heard a wail, the sounds of a woman babbling and begging. It wasn't until Ty swooped down to cover her mouth with his that she realized the sounds were coming from her. No man had ever made her beg and plead before. Oh, shit, what had she gotten herself into?

Before she had a chance to dwell on it, Tyler pulled his lips back. "Don't," he panted as a bead of sweat trickled down his chest to disappear where their hips met and meshed. "Stay with me," he demanded even as he increased his pace and the force of his thrusts. "Give it to me, damn you."

She tossed her head from side to side not understanding what he was demanding. The only thing she could do was drive her nails into the hard wall of muscle in his back and dig her heels deeper into the perfection of his ass.

"Lexie, please, baby. Give over, give it all to me."

"What? What do you want?" How could he mange to talk when all her brain cells melted with the thrust of his heavy cock?

"Come for me, Lexa. Come all over my cock. I want to feel you squeeze hard on my cock while you flood me with your honey." The rough timber of his voice let her know he wasn't as unaffected as she believed.

"Ty," she pleaded with him though she didn't know what for. No orgasm had ever felt this big, this demanding.

"I want it all, Lexie." Before the words left his mouth, Tyler dropped one hand to slid between their sweat glued bodies and pinched her swollen clit. "Come for me…now!"

The demand, his rough touch, the erotic feel of his balls slapping her ass, all combined to send her over the edge she'd feared from the beginning.

He leaned over and kissed her, swallowing her wail of release. The orgasm raced through her body, a tsunami destroying everything in its wake while infusing her pleasure so great, black spots danced before her eyes.

Tyler dropped her head on a hoarse shout as a heated jet shot deep inside her. They stayed locked together, their panting breaths, and pounding hearts the only noises in the shadowed quiet room.

Rough hands sank into her hair and tilted her head until warm lips covered hers. Tyler sipped then ate at her mouth, licking with soft sweeps then greedy gulps until she didn't know what the hell was going on. Everything in her limited experience told her he should have rolled off her, slapped her on the ass, and fallen asleep. Well, walked to bed then crashed so she could just as politely sneak out and avoid the whole awkward after scene.

Instead, Tyler's beast of an erection, which, minutes ago, had softened inside her, now grew harder and longer the more they kissed and touched.

How could he do that? Was it normal? Had she somehow broken or fixed him? Shit, she mentally bitch slapped herself. I write freaking erotica for a living and I know nothing about the reality of men’s cocks.

Tyler lifted his lips from her. Their still heaving lungs pressed their sweaty chests against each other as her heart raced and her head spun. No way did he possibly think she could do that again. Lexie didn't care if it made her sound like some swooning eighteenth century virgin. She sure as shit felt like one. No one and she literally meant no one, had ever rocked her world until she lost track of everything except the man inside her.

Hazel eyes, tinged with green and gold, frowned down at her. "You're thinking again, Lexie. I must not have done a good enough job the first time." He sent a wicked knowing smile down at her. "But have no fear, I'll keep trying until I get it right." Each final word he spoke punctuated with a thrust of his now hard cock.

"No," she protested weakly as her legs fell from around his waist along with her arms. All the strength drained out of her body and he wanted to keep going? What the hell did the Navy feed these men? Oysters laced with Spanish fly sprinkled with Viagra? "I'm good. No thinking, no thoughts, no brain function whatsoever."

"If you can speak, then you can think." He pulled out slightly before easily sliding back in. "Now that we've both come, you'll take me so much smoother. Shit, I love the feel of my cum, slick inside you. It fucking turns me on to slide through my own cum and to know it's mixed with your sweet honey? Fuck, you'll be lucky to walk by the time my cock finally goes down."

"Oh, shit."

Tyler shot her a naughty grin before pulling out. Lexie wanted to curse when a whimper escaped her lips at the loss of him.

"Oh, don't worry, baby, I'm not going anywhere. Just getting settled in for a good long hard fuck. You're so wet and slick I'll be able to really go deep inside you."

With those confident and somewhat terrifying words, he flipped her over until her stomach pressed into the hard surface of the desk. His moves were so smooth Lexa knew she should be worried about the amount of practice it took to get it right. At least, she'd worry about it later when his finger wasn't pressed against the tight hole of her ass.