First Thirst (Craving 1) - Page 59

He picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. No sooner had he laid me on his bed, and he was out of his own jeans, and I watched, enthralled with the size of his cock, as he stepped out of his sandals.

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bsp; I stared because although I haven’t seen too many naked men, I was pretty damn sure there weren’t too many built like him.

He was magnificent.

I realized two things: One—he turned me on far more than Thor with his big hammer, and I love Thor. And two—his dick was going to be a job to fit inside me.

Fascinated with his size, I reached for his cock.

He stopped me by taking my hands and raising them above my head, and holding them up by my wrists as he said, “Nae yet.”

He bent his head to lick one nipple over and over until I squealed with pleasure as he still imprisoned my hands above my head. His machinations were absolutely tantalizing. He thrilled my body. He destroyed all and any thought of saying no.

I got close to a climax as he suckled one nipple and then the other, and I squirmed, wanting more and more.

“Yer tits, love…are perfect…so perfect. I could suckle here all day…all night.” His voice was a gentle caress.

He worked me with his tongue and his talented lips, sending rippling sensations to my clit and as I twitched beneath him, he whispered a promise I knew he meant to keep.

His fangs grazed my nipples, first one and then the other, but it didn’t hurt. The buzz it created in me was erotic and made a bran mash of my brain.

“I’m going to taste every inch of ye, Bobbie lass. I’m going to make ye scream m’name when ye go off and ask me to stay and give ye more, and I’ll give it to ye. I’ll give ye everything ye need and want,” he whispered as his lips took mine.

My breath hitched when he lowered his face to my thighs and dove inside and found my clit with his tongue. I arched my back as his tongue did a lap dance inside of me.

He nibbled there and then his fingers joined the party as he found my spot and took me well over the edge.

He was right. I shouted out his name as my body jerked and arched and filled with undeniable release. I squeezed the muscles of my sex to prolong the pleasure, but all at once his cock was there at my opening, parting me wide.

He plunged into me with a groan and said my name over and over as he moved harder and faster and took me to yet another realm. It was beyond anything I have ever known. We were bound to each other in a black sky as rockets went off in my body.

I was lost in a land of pleasure, so much pleasure, and it built up until my pussy clenched around his cock and I called out, “Yes…oh yes…” And yet another explosion took over and rocked me ‘til I collapsed in a heap beneath him, unable to move.

His climax was all-consuming as he called my name. But even as he finished, he quickly pulled out of me while I was still enjoying the aftermath. He picked me up and had me on the bed on my hands and knees as he entered me from behind.

I gasped as he rocked me and taught me what fucking really was.

He moved his dick with an expertise that took every nerve in my body and pleasured them. His hard and talented cock produced red-hot blood in my veins and when he said my name, “Bobbie, tell me, lass, what do ye want?”

I called out, “Don’t stop…fuck me, Devin…fuck me.”

“Aye, I mean to fuck ye ‘til neither one of us can move. Bobbie, what a fine ass ye have,” he said as he pumped me full of pleasure and fondled my butt.

Suddenly he was moving with a hard rhythm, pulling out, shoving himself back in and he growled when I climaxed again and he spilled his seed inside of me.

We rocked against each other, with one another, before he pulled me cradle-like into his arms and stretched beside me. He pushed my damp hair away from the side of my face and whispered, “I love yer flame colored hair…it’s like ye, volatile and hot.”

I turned to look at him, but I couldn’t speak. I still didn’t want words to interfere. I felt his dick against my butt and he was still stone solid. I turned and moved so I could reach, hold, and stroke it.

“Hungry are ye still, m’sweet beauty. What would ye like to be served?”

I answered by pushing him back on the mattress and lowering my head to his exquisite cock. I licked its length and eyed him.

He grinned and said, “Do ye taste us then?”

I still didn’t answer. Instead, I began lightly sucking its head, taking more of him into my mouth, more still, down to my throat as he groaned and pushed himself deeper into my mouth.

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