Hung

She pulled back, my dick slipping from the hot confines of her mouth. A gasp left her again, followed by a moan. “God, Dalton,” she groaned as she stared up at me. “You have a dirty mouth.”

I sure as fuck did, but only for Macey. Only ever for her, I was quickly realizing.

Chapter Eight

Macey

God, my body felt like it was on fire, and all I wanted was for Dalton to put out the flames. And for some reason, I knew he was the only one who could do it.

I’d never felt such intense arousal before, never even wanted to be with a man in the way I did with Dalton. It was like my body wasn’t my own, like I was on autopilot and just letting my arousal take the lead.

Dalton screamed sex appeal, roared out that he’d fuck me so good, so hard and thoroughly I probably wouldn’t be able to walk comfortably tomorrow.

His cock was huge, thick and long… absolutely frightening but also arousing.

I wanted all his raw power to consume me, to dominate me… to claim me.

Maybe he would be too much for me to handle, but dammit, I sure as hell wanted to try to have him fit all those thick inches into me.

Here I was, on my knees, his dick standing at attention a few inches from my lips. His flavor coated my tongue, and my mouth watered as I smelled the pine soap he’d used, as I remembered how it felt, what it tasted like to have him against my tongue.

I felt his hand slide along the back of my neck, gently at first, but then he gripped my nape tightly and pulled me forward.

“I need more, Macey,” he whispered, groaned. “Just a little more, baby.”

I could do nothing but brace my hands on his muscled thighs and open my mouth wider. I ran my tongue over the flared head of his cock, the flavor of his pre-cum exploding on my taste buds. I pictured us on the bed, Dalton above me, his cock thrusting in and out of me with all that male potency he exuded.

My pussy was wet, so incredibly soaked that when I squeezed my thighs together, I felt the slickness.

“I want inside you, Macey. I want my dick in your sweet little cunt so fucking badly I ache.”

Me too.

I was hot and cold, had goosebumps on my skin, yet sweat covered my flesh. I felt how hard my nipples were, the peaks obscenely pointed, elongated as if they were desperate for Dalton’s mouth.

He wrapped his hands around my waist, and before I knew what was happening, Dalton hauled me off the ground and pulled me close to his body.

“As much as I want you sucking my cock, I need to feel all of you against me, Macey.”

All his hard, defined muscles were flush with my feminine curves, and I found myself melting against him even more. I wanted his fingers and mouth on me, touching me, making me get off so all I felt was him. And when I felt his raging hard-on pressed against my belly, the slickness of his pre-cum wetting my flesh, I had to clench my thighs together to stem off my intense arousal.

Dalton wasn’t gentle or easy as he touched me. No, he was possessive, consuming me and making me ache in all my erogenous zones. He ran his hand along my side, across my belly, and cupped one of my breasts. I arched my back, thrusting my chest farther into his hold. The slow glide of his lips along my jaw had me closing my eyes and letting my head fall back, giving him better access. He moved his other hand against my lower back and slowly pushed it way lower until he cupped my ass.

“Oh, God.” I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but I was glad it was out in the open, hanging between us, heating from the desire that bounced between us forcefully.

When he started moving his thumb over my hard nipple, back and forth, using slight pressure, I would have given him anything he wanted at that moment.

“Macey. Fuck, you feel so damn good against me,” he breathed along my throat, and as if to emphasize his point, he thrust against my belly, grinding his dick into me and reminding me exactly what we were about to do. “You’re mine,” he said in this harsh, slightly distorted voice.

I could only nod. Maybe it was insane to have a man think that way about a woman this fast, but God, it felt so right.

“How dirty do you want it?” he murmured against my neck, and I moaned. “You want my mouth on your pussy? Do you want me licking your tight, wet slit until you come all over my face?”

I nodded, because I couldn’t think of what to say. I couldn’t even find my voice or words to convey that, yes, I wanted him to do all of that.