Manaconda(37)

I tugged and jerked at his heavy denim to get it down his legs and past his knees. I slid down to the plush carpeting, kneeling around his feet as I fought with the laces of his Doc Martens for a minute, and then he was free.

Only then did I really look.

I placed my hands on his knees. Powerful muscles rippled under his skin. Strong, fit, and so big he made me feel tiny. My nipples burned as I moved up his thighs, the hair soft and abrasive at the same time.

I flicked my tongue over his heavy sac. Thankful he was as fastidious as I’d hoped, I curled my fingers around the base of his cock. He groaned as I dropped the condom on his belly before licking my way up his shaft.

I swirled my tongue along the vein that drew a meandering route to the flared tip of his cock. The higher I went, the thicker he seemed to be.

My pussy spasmed in response when I finally covered his head and tasted him. Like the sea. I swirled my tongue around and sucked. His fingers tightened on my hair again.

I looked up at him, my mouth full of him.

His pupils were wide, and his chest heaved. I bobbed down, taking as much of him as I could before sucking again. He slammed his head back against the chaise, one hand reaching back to grip the head rest.

He hauled himself up, sliding his cock out of my mouth. He let my hair go, grabbed the condom and sheathed himself. His eyes were hot and dangerous as he reached for me.

He plucked me off the floor. My knees barely grazed the couch as he set me on his belly. His cock teased my cleft.

“Inside me.”

“I need to be inside you.”

We both stumbled over the words. He swirled the head under my hood, bumping my clit and circling every surface. I shuddered, almost embarrassed to hear how wet I was.

I didn’t realize how worked up I’d gotten myself until now. I was as swollen as he was, ready to finally destroy this ache he’d created. He gripped my hips as I undulated and wiggled until just the tip of him slid inside of me.

“God, yes,” I whispered.

His head tipped back as I slowly lowered myself on to him. Stretching to accommodate him, to ease the way for him, to hug him tighter. My nails dug into his chest.

Too much.

Everything.

Splitting me in two.

His head snapped forward as he gentled the thrust. He canted his hips forward and back until I adjusted. I groaned out his name as I finally took all of him.

His grip tightened. “Fuck.”

I pressed my forehead to his, a strangled moan fighting its way to freedom. “More.”

“Kenny.” He moved inside me. So good. Every tissue, every nerve, every atom came alive inside of me. As if I’d been sleeping for twenty-eight years.

As if this man, and this moment was the key to me.

Part of me wanted to resist. First times were supposed to be awkward. Two people hoping for the best.

“Kenny.”

The way he said his version of my name battled back the thoughts. He ground me down on him, and I released the sob building in my throat.

Skin and friction, sweat and thundering heartbeats took over. I tipped forward on my knees and my clit hit his pelvic bone just right. My head fell back as his lips fastened on my nipple and the room shimmered.

Pink neon fuzzed around the edges of my vision. He plowed his fingers into my hair and dragged me back to him. To meet his gaze as I broke over him.

His eyebrows lowered and his jaw flexed. I tried to hold on, but I was lost to the spasms of pleasure that radiated off of him and into me. His grip tightened on my hips, holding me.

“Fuck, so tight around me.”

His name was a keening sob as I came so hard the neon became blackness.





15





Hunter





She soaked my dick. So fucking tight and perfect I had to concentrate on not filling the condom. My balls were drawn up so fucking tight I could barely breathe.

But I’d needed to feel her shatter around me.

It was addictive. The way she opened for me, the way she vised down on me before she broke, and the way she finally let go. I could live to be ninety and never get sick of watching her amber eyes go blind.

I pulled her up and off me, hissing at how much I missed her heat for the moments it took to turn her around at the top of the chaise. She rested an elbow on the headrest and the other on the arm as I pinned her into the corner.

“Hold on,” I breathed into her ear.

She darted a look over her shoulder, her smudged eyes slumberous from her release.

“Three isn’t enough.”

She sagged.

I wasn’t sure seven would be enough.

If we kept this up, we’d kill each other before dawn.

I knelt behind her, dragging the head of my cock through her soaked pussy before slipping inside of her. I snapped my hips forward. She took all of me with a low groan.

Fuck.

I was used to being so careful.

She was so tight, I was afraid I’d hurt her, but she pushed back on me. She arched even more when I pulled on her hair. She took everything and I kept digging deeper to find more.