I rocked against him, the sensations of having his cock between my legs incredible. While there was no possibility of comparing him to anyone else because no other guy was like him, I couldn’t remember when I’d felt this free.
He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. Every inch of his body was tense, including his jaw, so tightly clenched I imagined his teeth were grating together. When he lifted me up by several inches, he allowed his gaze to slide up the length of my body. This was his silent direction, telling me for a few minutes I was controlling the timing and initial thrust of his cock.
Did he honestly think I could hold back after the full rush of temptations all night long? Including my sexy guest managing to grill the world’s most perfect steak. I had no idea how he’d managed but he had. There had been so much juice that when atrail of it had slipped past my lip, he’d gathered it with his finger, sucking the tip.
I’d almost lost it then, my breathing hitched and my skin tingled almost in defiance.
Now, both of us were finished with one teasing the other. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, sliding the tip up and down my wetness. He was breathing as heavily as I’d been before. There was such intensity with the light in his eyes, a slight reflection of the darkness in his soul. Perhaps he was losing patience with me.
My guess was the man was never one to lose control to anyone, especially a lady.
There I went again, making something out of nothing. But I did so enjoy teasing him more than I should. Why did I sense he knew exactly what I was doing? Because when I finally slipped his cockhead inside, he took a deep breath then pulled me all the way down.
It wasn’t polite to scream when someone was offering such exquisite pleasure, but that’s exactly what I did, powering off a wild, crazed squeal that immediately caused both dogs to serenade us in barks.
Next, their long legs and big paws manhandled the stairs, racing toward us. Once in the room, to which I realized we’d left the door open—but I’d blame Viper—they skidded to a stop.
My baby would normally jump on the bed. Not this time.
We both stared at the dogs and I was the first one to break out into laughter. But he was right there, blowing in my ear andreminding me that I had a huge, hard, throbbing dick buried deep inside my pussy.
The moment and the sensations were wild, almost funny except I was already shaking from the extreme pleasure. He was clearly frustrated with me, lifting his thighs off the bed and driving his cock in even deeper. Finally, he gripped my chin, pulling my face toward him.
“Remember me?” he asked, his husky tone barely audible.
“Do you think I could forget?” I couldn’t recognize my own voice.
“I don’t know. I was worried you did.”
“Nonsense.” As I crushed my legs against his thighs, I threw my arms over his shoulders. There was also nothing wrong with enjoying the raucous passion.
His fingers weren’t budging and he lifted me so only the tip was inside, bringing me down again. The hard thump as my bottom hit his skin was powerful enough, but the way his shaft was squeezing my muscles was insane.
There was no way I’d be able to walk like a fully functional normal person in the morning, but it was Sunday, a day of rest.
Or fornication.
What in the world was I thinking? He grinned while staring at me. Why now did he suddenly find mischief in his heart and soul? I’d wanted this moment to be about nothing but carnal activity since I couldn’t stand his personality. Dead people had more exciting demeanors.
Then he went and found a mischievous side to himself.
He pulled me down again, the force jarring. I gripped his shoulders in response, rocking against him with full control in mind. While he allowed the raunchy activity for a little while, I noticed him plotting.
But given the size of his muscles and the way he seemed to have full control over me whether I liked it or not, I was momentarily shocked when he rolled me over without so much as breaking stride.
Now with him on top, I was subjected to the full weight of his body, all six foot plus of him. While he grabbed one leg, pulling it around his hips, he entwined my other leg with his.
I wasn’t going anywhere.
What was more, I certainly didn’t want to, especially when he pressed a series of kisses along my leg while rubbing his hand up and down.
The sensations were off the chain, so electrified I couldn’t breathe at all.
He yanked one arm over my head then the other, managing somehow to wrap the long fingers of one hand around both wrists while still stroking my leg with the other. Of course, I wasn’t fighting him, at least not overtly.
“What are you doing?” My question was breathless.
“That’s easy. I’m showing you my kind of passion. You do like it rough. Don’t you?”
