His tongue was pure sin. She couldn’t get past how amazing it felt having his tongue on her body. He licked, nibbled, and sucked at her clit. She felt his tongue glide over her fingers before smashing against her clit.
“Come for me, Angel.” He muttered the words against her flesh.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
His hand tightened on her ass stopping her from arguing.
“Come for me now, or I’ll take you over my knee and slap your ass.”
The threat registered at the same time as his grip tightened even further on her ass. She knew there was going to be bruising. Closing her eyes Angel stopped thinking about everything that could happen and should have happened in her future. She thought about Lash and how sexy he was. The scar down the left side of his face pulled her in, grabbing her attention. She wanted to caress his face and see if the scar was rough or soft. His dark hair was thick and fell around his head and looked messy. On Lash, his hair fit. He was so tall that he made her feel small, delicate almost. She wasn’t used to being delicate. Being a larger woman meant she always felt like a beached whale. His hands were twice the size of hers, and his muscles made her mouth water.
He was the complete opposite of everything she thought she wanted. Lash was relentless, and the feel of his tongue against her clit was too much.
Keeping the lips of her pussy open, Angel felt the first stirrings of her orgasm. She trusted Lash to hold her up. The grip on her ass was firm. He wasn’t going to let her go.
She cried out, the sound echoing around the room as she finally let go. Wave upon wave of pleasure engulfed her. She shuddered and heard Lash slurp the cream leaking from her body.
Her embarrassment was complete. The orgasm died away, and he pulled away. She saw his chin glisten in the small light.
“You’re so fucking tasty. I can’t wait to lick you again and again.”
He stood and claimed her lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She tasted herself on his lips and tried to push him away. The instant her hands touched his hard shoulders the chance for pushing him away was lost.
Hands sank into her hair, tugging on the length until she was pulled up taut against him.
Lash took charge, moving her away from the door and back through to the dining room. All the time his lips never once left hers. He threw the clothes off the hard surface of the table without breaking contact. She had no clue how he managed to get her partially naked and flat on a table, but he did. The fight she originally had left her in light of what they were doing to each other.
He lifted her onto the table, opening her thighs wide.
“I can’t get e-fucking-nough of you. I want you so bad. My balls and cock ache.” He kissed a path down her neck to her collarbone. Lash didn’t stop there. He tore his vest in two exposing her chest to his view.
“So fucking sexy. I can’t wait to see these tits bouncing around in front of me.” Lash pinched one nipple and then the other.
Angel was completely naked, and from the pleasure alone, she didn’t care.
He stepped back, removed his jacket and shirt until he stood in front of her naked. She got a clear shot of the snake tattoo on his arm and the love heart over his chest. On his hip was a small picture of a tree and lines where names needed to go.
She watched, unable to tear her gaze away, when he tore at his jeans until they were thrown to the floor. His boots were taken off during the undressing. She also got a shot of a tattoo on his back, a picture of a skull and cross-bones with the titles Fort Wills and The Skulls across the top and underneath.
Lash turned back to her butt ass naked. His cock stood out long, thick, and proud. She saw the tip leaking pre-cum, which he smeared over the head. He was that aroused his foreskin was pulled away, exposing the mushroomed tip.
It was her first real look at him. His body was twice the size of hers but without a trace of fat visible. She doubted he even had a blob of cellulite.
“I’m not ready,” she said, holding up her hands when he came closer.
“I’m not going to fuck you like this. We can do a lot more than fuck. Besides, your first time is not going to be on my fucking dining room table.” He came over, settling between her thighs.
What could they possibly do?
He teased the tip of his cock through her slit. She gazed down to see the thick rod of his shaft laid between her pussy lips. Her cream coated the length making it slippery.
“This is insane. What are you doing?” she asked.
Lash smirked. “I’ve made you come twice. I think it’s my time.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m getting off, baby. I need release, and I’m not finding any other woman to give me what I want. It’s only you.”