My hand ran down his tightly packed, perfect abs, resting on his bulge. He grabbed my wrist in a fierce snatch, and then leaned in to take the other one, dragging me upright.
“Told you before, babe, you're gonna work for this cock in your pussy. You sucked yourself off my hands real nice. Show me what that hot little mouth can do where it belongs.”
I didn't need any more encouragement. I gripped his jeans and slowly pulled down his zipper, reached inside with his hand covering mine, fishing out the massive root inside.
His cock popped out in my hand, pulsing and filled with lava. I'd never seen a live one before, much less held it. I couldn't get over the heat, burning even hotter than the ache between my legs.
I could feel the insane, feral need underneath his skin. God, I wanted to feel it inside me, every single inch of his desire mingling with mine.
Taking me, owning me, fucking me senseless.
Soon. You have to drive him just as crazy, I told myself, kneeling next to him and moving my hand in a slow fist across his length.
“Fuck, Elle Jo...”
Must've done something right. His head rolled back and he cursed, soft and encouraging, pressing his hand over mine a little harder.
I gripped him tighter and quickened my next couple strokes. The tip of his cock jerked, pulsed a long, clear trail of sticky wetness down my hand.
Okay, I had to taste him. Now.
My mouth parted and I sank down on his cock.
“Fuck!” he roared, grunted, and pulled at my hair as I went down, exploring him with my lips, my tongue, inch-by-trembling-inch.
Salt and manly musk became my whole world. I sucked him hard, pressed my tongue up under his length and rolled it around his swollen head, learning the parts that caused his breath to hitch.
This ownership thing was a two way street. If he wanted to possess every part of me, then it was only fair that I did the same, treating him with the reverence and focus an outlaw bride was supposed to give to her man.
“Fucking shit,” he growled, pushing his hand into the back of my head, forcing me to take him deeper. “You're a goddamned natural, Elle. Can't believe you've wasted that tongue all these years. Hell, can't believe I wasted years without having your lips wrapped around my dick.”
His eyes widened. He studied me with my mouth full of him as I sucked, eyes bright and admiring, like he'd just stumbled on a work of art.
Whatever he saw, he liked it, and my need to please him nearly suffocated me.
The hand in my hair pulled tighter the more I sucked him. His cock went from iron to solid granite, so impossibly hard I swore he had a steel pipe embedded in his flesh.
I moaned on his length, feeling my own wetness pooling in my thighs, twitching together in their plea for sweet relief. The vibration must've been the last thing he could take.
Asphalt fisted my hair and jerked my head back in one rough pull. We stared at each other, his huge chest rising and falling, his pupils wide with frenzied want.
“What? Did I do something wrong?” I asked softly.
“Yeah.” He reached behind me and tore the clasp from my bra. “You weren't fucking me ten seconds ago.”
I laughed and toppled backward as he pulled the rest of my clothes off. He finished peeling his away even faster, kicking off his jeans and boxers behind him, fully exposing the magnificent bottom half I'd only gotten a small taste of.
Asphalt's hands gripped my wrists, pinned them to the mattress. The bed sank beneath our combined weight.
I felt his hot, strong heat against my slit, pressed against me in one final tease.
“Once I'm balls deep in you, Ell-Bell, I've never going anywhere else. You fucking realize that?” He spoke into my ear, leaning in close so I could feel his prickly stubble against my cheek.”Four years, I've waited for this. So have you. Four goddamn, fucked up years when I should've had your pussy wrapped around me that first night – fuck!”
I wasn't sure what throbbed harder – my heart or the muscles unraveling below my waist. I rolled my head and kissed him on the forehead, officially dying from the heat, the desire, the need.
“It's okay. We don't have to think about the past, baby. Be here with me,” I whispered. “Look at us.”
His arms jerked and he raised himself up. His cock shifted, moving until he angled it against my slit, ready to pierce deep.
The whole world seemed to stop.
“You're right, babe, the now's all that matters here. I'm taking everything tonight. Everything that's mine since I put my brand on your skin – everything that's always belonged to me since we were kids. You, Elle Jo, you and that hot little cunt that's been made for this dick since the day you were born!”
His hips rolled, pushing him into me.
My back arched and my legs folded around him. I ran on raw, feminine instinct when I felt him opening me, stretching me apart, changing my flesh to accommodate his thick, hard length.