I tongue-lash her pussy right through the first release and start on her second, sparing no time, no mercy.
Her nails dig at the back of my neck. If she wants to scratch me up raw, I’ll let her.
Because I’m so damn deep in beast-mode that I don’t think a striking meteor could pull me away from making her come again, biting down on her fist as she does.
It’s cute that she still tries to muffle the sound.
I amp up her volume, pulling it out of her, sucking her clit in mad circles that leave her thighs twitching around my face. Greedy, I keep at it, sucking through every spasm, every tremor until she’s limp, red-faced and panting.
Fuck.
My cock rages against my jeans, loving and hating every red second I go down on her because it’s jealous that it doesn’t get to do the job.
I’m drunk on her, delving my tongue deep inside her, so ready to sink down inside her I feel like I’m about to split down the middle.
Call it what it is: pure fuck-hot insanity.
I’ve never been this tuned to any woman, to her body, her needs.
When she’s thoroughly whipped by my tongue, I trail kisses up her stomach, spending a moment on each tit, and then kiss her lips.
“How’d I do, lady?”
“Better than perfect,” she groans.
God, she’s gorgeous.
Her skin is flushed, her face glowing, her eyes flooded with this balmy warmth.
Every time I look at her, it does something wild to my heart. To me.
Every day we’re together, I’m amazed that she’s somehow more beautiful than the day before. My balls churn fire, aching with this crazy fantasy, this sense that I could keep her, maybe even put a kid in her someday.
The gossip rags would go ballistic over the baby we’d make. Their looks would be pure Athena or Apollo.
Snarling, I kiss her again, amused that no matter how often I take those lips, it’s never enough.
She smiles slowly, her eyes dancing to mine. “Give me a minute, then it’s your turn.”
We trade places on the bed, her still slick with sweat and painfully sexy, dropping to her knees in front of me.
The moment her lips clamp down around my cock, I’m gone.
Not a chance in hell I’m going to last long.
I damn near came with her when she blew the second time.
But who the hell am I to deny a woman her fun?
My body goes rigid, my mouth dry, making her name sound hoarser than thunder because all I can do is whisper.
“Grace, fuck…”
Her hand pumps the base of my cock harder, faster as she sucks me, pulling me closer and closer. The hellfire pressure in my balls increases, bringing me to the brink several times before I reach for her hair, pulling her away.
“On me, woman. I know you’re on the pill. I want you raw, and I want it right now.”
Her eyes go wide, lit like the moon.
For a second, I wonder if I’ve gone too far, asked for too much.
Then she stands, slowly draping her hands around my shoulders. I guide her down on my cock like a bull in mating rut.
It takes everything I have to hold back while her pussy engulfs my cock, our eyes locked, my hands sweeping to her ass and grabbing her cheeks.
We both go hard, our bodies frantic for their first taste with nothing between us, the condoms a distant memory—if I have my way, forever.
Our hips collide, drawing my dick in to the hilt, and we’re two feral creatures just clutching, tearing, gasping in a race to see who’s the first to fall.
Incredibly, I hold it together…about two seconds longer than her.
The instant she tenses, drags her nails down my back, and bites at my shoulder to muffle her scream, I’ve left the planet.
My dick fucks a few more rabid strokes into her slick, tight heat before I bury myself with a growl and let go.
We’re coming so hard it’s no exaggeration to call it apocalyptic.
Heat rips out of me and floods her, my dick pulsing with a hot growl spilling from my throat. I sear my mouth on hers, digging my teeth into her bottom lip, marking her with my mouth as my seed brands her within.
Holy fuck.
She told me the other week she’s never had any man raw.
And now that she chose me to break her in, skin on skin, I can’t imagine anyone else having her again.
“Ridge?”
I look up into her soft, curious eyes after I’m spent, wondering where I’ve been for the last…fuck, how long has it been?
Laughing, she uncouples with a parting kiss and smiles up at me, eyes shimmering.
“That’s my show for the day. I love it. Sucking you dry,” she whispers. “Maybe next time you’ll let me finish you with my mouth.”
I grasp her face, running my fingers through her gold hair.