He hummed deep in his throat and then, well, I discovered that he was a champ at going down on a woman. He used his tongue, lips, and teeth to learn and ruthlessly exploit every sensitive spot I had. Seriously, if it wasn’t for the strong hands pinning my hips flat to the mattress, I’d be bucking all over the bed.
Flooded by endorphins, I moaned and squirmed as that skilled tongue licked, swirled, delved, and lapped … until I was a trembling, mindless mess. My system screamed with sexual frustration; with a desperation that bordered on feverish.
Only in my wildest dreams had I envisioned Dane eating me out. The reality was a million times better than any fantasy.
My back bowed as he shoved his tongue deep, and I felt my inner muscles spasm around it. “I’m gonna come.” My release was barreling toward me fast.
He suckled on my clit and jammed two fingers inside my pussy. My thighs shook, my inner walls clenched, and four pumps of his fingers later I came with a choked cry.
Replete, I sagged against the mattress, breathing hard.
Dane rubbed his face on my belly and gave it a little nip. Rising, he snatched a condom from the pocket of his pants. “I need you to twist around so you’re not lying horizontal across the bed,” he told me, moving to stand at the foot of it.
My pulse still racing, I returned to my original position with my head on my pillow and let my legs fall apart.
Having rolled on the condom, he knelt between my thighs and draped himself over me. “I’m going to give you my weight. If you can’t handle it, tell me.” He eased his body over mine, effectively pinning me in place—pushing a major sweet button for me—and then wedged the broad head of his cock inside me.
Gasping, I tried tilting my hips to take more of his shaft, but I was trapped beneath him and couldn’t move. I splayed my hands on his back and moaned as he began gently nibbling my neck. “Dane.”
He rammed his cock deep with such shocking force that my back would have arched right off the bed if his weight wasn’t pinning me down.
I sucked in a breath and dug my nails into his back. “Jesus, Dane.” God, the pressure, heat, and thickness of his shaft felt amazing.
He planted his lower arms at either side of my head and flexed his hips. “I’ve thought about this pussy far too often since I last had it. I thought about how tight it is. How wet it gets for me. How good it feels.” He smoothly reared back until only the tip was inside me. “Thought about fucking it again. And again. And again.” He slowly sank his cock into me but stopped halfway. Then he drew back.
I felt my brow furrow. I was hoping to get fucked raw. “What are you doing?”
He thrust his whole length inside me. “Indulging myself.” He once more pulled back. “I’ll give you what you need when I’m done.” He fed me a few inches of his cock and then drew back yet again.
It went on like that for what could have been hours. Sometimes he’d bury himself balls-deep, sometimes he’d stop halfway, sometimes he’d give me only a few inches. He constantly switched it up, so I never knew what to expect.
There were times when he’d give me a few slow, hard, full-on thrusts but then go back to teasing me—leaving me hanging on the knife-edge of what I just knew would be a mind-blowing orgasm. I was so frantic to find my release I could literally cry.
“If I had a knife, I honestly think I would stab you with it. I’m not even kidding,” I said, my voice cracking.
I felt him smile against my neck, the bastard. Right. That was it. I was just going to have to flip him onto his back and ride him.
Only that didn’t work out, because he was way stronger than I’d anticipated.
He easily held me down—even going as far as to pin my wrists either side of my head. He put his mouth to my ear. “Do you need to be fucked now?”
I’d never needed anything more. “You know I do.”
He brushed his mouth over mine. “You don’t come until I say, got it?”
“You must be fucking joking.”
“I never joke, baby girl.” He began pounding me into the mattress, his mouth set into a cruel slash. “No other pussy ever fit my cock this good.”
I clung to his hips with my thighs. He drove so deep, so fast, so fucking hard. The air rang with soft moans, deep grunts, heavy breaths, and the slap of flesh against flesh.
There was no more teasing. He never once slowed his pace or eased up on the intensity of his thrusts. No, he kept ramming into me like he’d never get enough.