Finally, I felt the pressure of his mouth against my thong. I pushed upwards, eager for his attention, and he pushed downwards to meet the intensity of my need. He began to suck against the fabric, sliding his tongue along it to tantalize me, even tugging at the lining with his teeth. I didn’t want him to stop kneading my bosom…
So I unclasped the bedding at either side and began to slip off the final layer of resistance between us. After a moment, I was finally bare for him, completely vulnerable and naked underneath his powerful, hungry body.
“This isn’t fair,” I told him.
“What’s not fair?” He whispered, kissing into my thigh.
“All of my clothes are off, but you’ve still got half of yours on…”
“We can fix that in a moment,” he chuckled.
Before I could retort, he descended.
Dalton’s warm breath cascaded over my bare sex as he slipped his lips back down, parting my wet slit with that delicious tongue of his. As he shouldered my thighs and dug his fingertips into the fleshy softness, I felt his tongue slide up a line over my chasm, quickly zeroing in on my swollen clit.
“Oh…god…” I murmured, clenching at the pillows on either side as he flicked the bead of my passion with his wet mouth. “Dalton… fuck, that feels so goddamn good…”
He continued to taste me veraciously, his fingernails digging into my skin as he held my thighs shouldered around his neck. By skillfully varying the pressure against my clit, sometimes slipping down to fill my chasm with his eager tongue, he constantly propelled me to new heights.
British? Yes.
Military? Yes.
Arrogant? Yes.
Skilled with his tongue? FUCK YES.
My fingers threaded through his hair as I rode his face, feeling the throes of my first orgasm begin to build up in my core. Between my moans and hushed commands to keep going, I threw my head back into the pillows and gasped with growing, impending satisfaction…
My limbs went taut as my body was racked with pleasure. I rode out that incredible climax as he pressed down into my sex, without a single complaint about my fingers clenching his hair as tight as they could. My lips trembled as I gasped out that crushing ride, until finally the strength was sapped from my bones and I dropped down to the bedding.
It was honestly the most absolutely impressive orgasm I’d ever had.
As I lied there in bliss, coming down from that powerful orgasmic high, I vaguely sensed Dalton stripping his jeans off, and dispensing of his boxer briefs. I glanced up to see the largest cock that I’d ever seen. Dangling between his legs, the thing had it all – surprising length, thick girth, and a powerful, bulbous crown at the end.
“Oh my god…” I murmured, gazing at it.
Dalton lifted the condom wrapper to his face, tearing it free with his teeth. Soon, he was sheathing his large weapon, descending back into bed over me, his lips pressing into mine…
“Are you clean?” I asked.
“Yes, are you?”
“Of course.”
“Well… that’s fine, but I’m not doing this without protection,” Dalton shrugged. “I’m not really interested in kids at this exact moment in time.”
“That makes two of us,” I smiled, “which is why I’m on birth control.”
He side-eyed me for a moment. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, it keeps my cycle regular,” I grinned, wiggling my eyebrow. “So, if you want to do this without that layer of rubber between us, that’s actually a possibility…”
Without another word, he’d ripped the sheath free of his cock, discarding it over his shoulder with the clothes.
Instead of going straight for the sex, he ramped up the foreplay a little more – just how I liked it. His strong lips peppered hungry, meaningful kisses along my body as he explored my curves with his tentative fingers and his strong, capable hands. Tenderly, he met my yearning lips with his own, kissing deeply and passionately as his wandering touch only steeped the fire in my core hotter than ever.
“I’m ready,” I murmured.
Dalton smiled into another kiss, grasping his throbbing weapon in his fist. He rubbed it along the outer lips of my slick, wet pussy, teasing me with his burning crown for a moment. I could feel as much as hear his cocky chuckle against my lips before he finally pushed himself inside…
And my lips parted with an involuntarily, heavy gasp of passion.
I’d seen his incredible girth, but I still hadn’t been prepared for the way that it stretched my inner walls. He had to tackle his approach in stages, pushing forward only to tactically retreat a few inches, but always pressing deeper into my body.
I tried to relax as best as I could, but my fingers were wrapped around his shoulders, and my nails were digging into his flesh as I groaned.
“Oh god, you’re so big…”
“Cor blimey, Clara,” he muttered between groans, “you’re so fucking tight. You sure you’ve done this before…?”
With my lips pressed against his neck, I nodded. “You’re so huge, it’s like I’m being taken for the first time again…”
At the sound of that, he pushed in one last time, finally hilting himself completely against my hips. I shivered with pleasure, trembling beneath his rugged, heavy form as I ran my hands up his strong biceps.
Pulling his hips back, his lips crashed into mine. We desperately kissed as if there was no tomorrow, and he brought all of his might down into a deep, penetrating thrust that drove me wild.
I could barely concentrate as he set to work, his fingers entwining with mine and holding my wrists up on either side. My ankles wrapped around his huge calves as he powered into me, again and again, his lips a frantic storm against my mouth, my neck, my ear lobe, my clavicle…
“Dalton…” I whispered, losing myself in the passion of what we were doing. “You feel so good inside me…”
“Given how fucking great you feel beneath me… I can only imagine, love…”
He ramped up the tempo, rolling his hips into mine as he repositioned his arms. Hooking them beneath my calves, he stretched me out, forcing me into a partial split as he held himself above.
That’s when he started to utterly jackhammer me into submission, slamming his hips into mine with uncompromising fury. In the semi-darkness of the hotel room, I could see the flattering, endearing grit of his teeth, and the way his eyes rolled back just ever so slightly…
But it was hard to focus on that when my own eyes did the same, until I finally just closed them and surrendered all control to Dalton Carlyle.
I rocked against his body as he fucked me in this ludicrously amazing bedchamber, loving how he absolutely dominated me.
After a few
minutes, he pulled me onto my knees, pressing my hands against the headboard. I was all too willing to comply, and I glanced over my shoulder as he began teasing his crown against my slick opening again, one hand on his cock with the other clenched into my hip.
“Eyes forward,” he commanded as he noticed my lustful little smirk.
“Make me,” I coyly responded.
In a flash, Dalton was doing just that, his hand around the back of my throat, fingers on either side. He held my head forward as he plunged his thick cock into my pussy from behind, guided with his free hand.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, my legs quivering.
“As you wish…”
His hands wrapped around my waist, tugging me back onto the uncompromising size of his weapon. I cursed out another expletive as his dominance forced me to take him entirely inside in the blink of an eye, our hips crashing together with a thunderous clap.
With those same hands, he pushed me forward again around the waist, then back, forward, back, building up an intense rhythm as our bodies collided over and over. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he released the grip of one hand, only to firmly clutch a fistful of my hair and tug my head backwards, holding me as if on a rein.
Sometimes, just to prolong my pleasure and my anticipation, he restrained himself a moment, holding me just far enough off of his cock that it was still inside… only to bring me crashing backwards around it again.
Dalton would do this a few times in a row before continuing to pummel me into submission against him.
I could barely contain myself against him. Another mind-numbing orgasm was on the way, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before it complete overwhelmed me again…
“Don’t stop,” I begged, and he listened.
Dalton released my hair, focusing on holding my hips in both hands and jackhammering me further into inescapable, carnal nirvana. His knees between mine pushed outward, stretching me wider and tighter as he fucked me into total bliss.
My body seized up as I came, groaning out every last drop of satisfaction when he fucked me to the edge. The climax completely eclipsed my mind, heightening my senses but stripping me of my sense of self… nothing else mattered, nothing at all.