Kept by Him(17)

hot eyes coasted up her stomach to gaze at her breasts, the sheen of sweat on her body, like he wanted

to lick her up inch by inch.

Desire flared hotly inside her as she took in his figure again, the thatch of blond curls from where

his shaft rose, tall and proud. He looked marvelous, somehow bad and wicked and powerful. She

tensed in anticipation, a tingling rush spreading to her toes when he parted her pussy with his thumbs

and bent to lick her again.

She heard herself say his name as though she were out of her body, floating in bliss. She rubbed her

hands over his shoulders, feeling the heat and resilience of his flesh against her fingers. Her nipples

pushed high into the air, almost painfully jealous of his tongue. Jealous of where his hands were,

against the insides of her thighs. Jealous of his tongue and the way he was using it to make love to her

pussy.

She didn’t know how many licks he gave her, but every cell in her body felt the thrusts of his tongue

as it probed her, tasted her, fucked her. Her skin tightened in delicious agony, her muscles clenching

until she snapped and tossed her head, pumping beneath him, sobbing in pleasure.

He growled to her in answer and lapped the juices flowing from her orgasm, and it struck her with

such force her legs swung closed and he urged them apart with his shoulders as he penetrated her with

his tongue, the pleasure absolute. Exquisite. The second he added his fingers into her channel, she

heard herself almost choke with a bubbling sound that erupted from her chest, her breasts throbbing to

be kissed and caressed, too, and suddenly, she came again in his mouth.

After he pushed her through that unexpected orgasm, he came up to fiercely kiss her mouth, making

her eat all of her pleasure from him. “I’ve still got more for you, Monica.”

She nodded in gratefulness and bit her lip to keep from moaning, was still shaking with arousal.

What was wrong with her? What was happening to her? She ached to feel his erection in her body. In

all the places he wanted to put it. She whimpered needily as he tore open another condom packet, and

as he sheathed himself, she noticed there were still some more packets on the nightstand. Monica

didn’t know how many he’d brought but the thought that he’d been expecting to fuck her more than

made her want to whimper and beg him to use them all on her.

He rolled her onto her stomach and flattened her down on the bed, caressing the curves of her

buttocks, his voice thick with desire.

“There, that’s better,” he said into her ear from behind, the slide of his large hands along her spine,

her bottom, sending a new surge of arousal surging through her. “I can hit your G-spot from here, and

it’ll set you off like a rocket,” he murmured, his voice rough and raw, completely alien to her. He

teased the slit of her pussy down between her slightly parted legs with his thumb, gently prodding it

for wetness.

She fought to breathe and, although she was still flat on the bed, she slightly lifted her buttocks,

seeking his touch.

He seized her wrists and urged her hands up, forcing her fingers to curl around the forged iron

headboard. “Hold on here in case I push harder than you expect,” he murmured, sticking his tongue

into her ear quickly, shooting a bolt of pleasure down her legs.

She held on, her knuckles white from the force of her grip. Her entire body trembled in eagerness,

in need, and she wondered if you could want something so badly and not break, not come apart from

it. He used one hand to pass along her breasts, then one down to stroke her pussy. His chest pressed

into her back as he caressed her clitoris, and it felt so sensitive, the air hissed out of her.

He groaned against her neck, and she felt his teeth, tugging at the skin between her neck and

collarbone as his cock settled between her ass cheeks, rubbing there and sweetly torturing her with his

hardness. His nearness. “Your pussy’s so wet, the honey keeps coming out,” he said as he pulled her to

her knees, while her cheek still rested against the pillow.

She was so aroused she felt tears in her eyes. He tunneled his fingers into her cleft and then rubbed

them along the length of his hard shaft, lubricating himself with her sex juices.

She whimpered anxiously, her sex swelling in anticipation, waiting for him. His cock was so big she

feared now nothing would fill her anymore but him. He was so much a man she dreaded she would

always feel empty without him inside her. “Daniel.”

He opened her cheeks apart and looked down at her. “You’re anxious, I know, I’ll make you come

soon.”

She nodded, already perspiring in anticipation, her heart thundering in her ears. She’d never wanted