He placed her small feet on his knees. Spreading her was akin to taking a forbidden peek into heaven, into a realm of the unknown, the previously unvisited.
Tucking his hands under her hips, he brought her to his lips. Her fingers splayed on the countertop and she arched to him then, staying balanced on her firm fingers until he clutched her buttocks and brought her to his lips. He then feasted on her pretty pink folds now swollen from her excitement, flaring as he thrust his tongue inside her.
She stiffened at first, but as he caressed her, loved on her, she relaxed. He drove his whole tongue between her pussy lips and lavished her with pampering sensations, fluttering motions he wanted her to enjoy and truly crave, not just then but from that moment forward. He rocked against her, his head moving from side to side.
“Oh, Kurt!” One hand rested on his head. She casually played with his natural curls, pulling them, wrapping her fingers around the semi-long strands and just yanking the hell out of them as he drove her closer to her release, to an explosive orgasm he wanted her to remember as one of the most magnificent and monumental events of her life.
And by God if he didn’t get it right the first time, he’d keep trying. He’d do whatever it took to convince Coco that from this moment on, she belonged to him more than she belonged to anyone else, including Brandon, including anyone else who might later want to stand in line.
He sucked her clit, pulled the little button between his teeth until she yelped, fell back against the mirror, and stared down at him with wide eyes. “I’ll come,” she mouthed. Her breathing was uneven, ragged. “Can I?”
Could she? Dear God. Why wouldn’t she?
Fingers replaced his tongue. He watched, looked on with amazement as her pussy milked his fingers. That’s when it occurred to him why she’d sought permission. “What do you want, Coco?” He watched her, wondering how she’d prefer to have him the first time. Would she want to ride his tongue, have his face buried against her pussy as she called out his name or would she rather ride his cock, fuck him like crazy as she met one orgasm and he drove her straight for another?
“I want you inside me,” she whispered, shifting forward. She reached for his cock and pumped him.
He was aware of his size as the little vixen seemingly measured his width with her hand. He was more aware of the control he needed. If he fucked her without preparing her, he would hurt her, and God help him, he didn’t want to hurt her. He’d cut off a limb before he’d bring pain to the woman who had been so much a part of his family, who had spent endless hours with them. In many ways, they all considered her a Blazier, one of them, one of the very family members his own mother had practically considered a daughter.
Pushing aside the sadness and grief, he pulled free a condom from his wallet, handing it off to her and watching those tiny teeth as they ripped the packet and released the rubber he’d soon wear. She rolled the protection over his prick, cupped his balls as if to gauge their weight, and then hopped down from the vanity. She then turned around and stared at him in the wall of mirrors behind the sink.
He popped her bottom and her eyes grew heavier. “Again.”
“Ah God,” he rasped, loving the lust in the air, the scent of her sex filling his senses and driving him wild. “You like to be spanked?”
“Yes,” she replied, bowing her head and lifting her gaze.
Those eyes were his undoing, that heated gaze was his day of reckoning. He slapped her ass again and she cried out for one more.
He certainly had more to give. He raised his arm behind his head and spanked her, striking her bottom with a true thought in mind.
She’d kept herself away from him. She’d seen the looks he’d given her. She’d known all along how much he’d wanted her. Now, he’d punish her for the time they’d wasted, for the time they could’ve spent together.
Another round of wallops resounded. She tilted her head, sighed out in pleasure, and fingered her nipples, making him crazy with need as she gave him the best of shows.
“Oh God, I’m gonna blow.” He held his cock still, away from her. Pushing on the small of her back, he admired the pulse of her puckered rosette. He’d soon claim her ass, too, but for now, he wanted to drive a woman to the brink of a scream, fuck her until she was gasping in pleasure, holding out for the most satisfying ride of her life.
He’d dreamt of this. He’d thought of it for days, weeks, months, even years.
Now was their moment. It was time to claim the woman he wanted to share with his brothers, the woman he hoped would one day be his bride.
Chapter Three
Coco wasn’t sure what to make of their connection. He’d gone at her like a feral man, ate her pussy like a scrumptious dinner dish. Now, he was playing with her, taking his own sweet time, making her wild, making her want, instilling in her a requirement for him that was too profound.
This was absurd. The way she needed him, the way she wanted him. The way he manipulated her body like she’d been put on this earth for the sole purpose of being his? It was more than she could handle, much more than she could process.
Still, she gave in. She surrendered. She threw her hips against him, rubbing against his groin, needing him inside her and yet shivering whenever she caught a glimpse of his size.
Twelve inches. He had to be every bit of twelve inches.
She remembered his brothers making fun of him once, telling him the only reason he had one-night stands was because one night with him and the women were rui
ned for life, and not in good way. They left his bed remembering the pain more than the pleasure. Her mouth watered as she eyed his cock in the mirror, watching him stroke himself as he fingered her pussy.
If that piece of masculine flesh brought pain, she wanted every last damning stroke. She wanted him to lock his cock inside her channel and let her test that theory for herself.
“Pain and pleasure,” she whispered, hungry for a piece of him, thirsty for that delicious mix. She bowed her head, stretching to see him as he entered her.