“I can’t wait to fuck your pussy with my tongue. I’m going to fucking devour you, Quinn. Over and over until there is nothing left for you to give.”
“Please,” I pleaded and buried my hands in his hair, my skin grazing over the shaved side, prickling me like a thousand needles.
With one swift jerk, my pants were off, and I was laid bare before him, completely naked while he stood in tight briefs. My tongue dashed out and licked my lips as he gripped the gargantuan erection barely contained in the material. The tip poked through the waistband, and his eyes roamed my body, appreciating the new body in front of him.
I wasn’t built the same. I didn’t have the teenage body he once knew so well. I wasn’t a girl lying before him; I was a woman.
And he was all man.
His fingers ran along the seam of his underwear before his thumb hooked inside and pulled them off.
Jes-us Christ.
Was it possible for a cock to get bigger?
He fisted himself, stroking the impressive member with his palm and rubbing his thumb over the crown, gathering precome. “Come here and taste me, Quinn. See what you’ve been missing all these years.” He spread his legs and planted his feet, his sack swung like a wrecking ball. “I won’t repeat myself. I said come taste me, or I’m going to fuck your face until you’re gagging, baby.”
I sat up and laid my hands on the bed, then swung my ass in the air as I slithered to him. I wanted him to fuck my face. The thought turned me on, just like his hand slapping my ass. I wanted him to use me because when he did, I only felt pleasure.
One hand skimmed down my spine until he had to leaned over to squeeze my ass while he shoved his thumb into my mouth. I moaned in delight as the salty bead of pre-come exploded over my taste-buds.
“Suck it like you would my cock,” he said, gliding his fingers around to the crease of my ass and rubbing the forbidden puckered hole. He didn’t press inside. He kept a light touch until he explored down and cupped my cunt. He grunted, “So fucking wet, baby. Is all this for me?”
I nodded and hummed in agreement the best I could since his thumb was in my mouth. I flicked my tongue over the fingertip, tasting him until all I could taste was the musk of his flesh. He ripped his thumb out of my mouth and punched his hips forward until the crown of his bulbous tip slapped against my chin.
The precome slid across my chin, and the scent could only be described as pure lust.
“Suck me,” he said the words at the same time he slid two fingers into my sheath, filling me.
I wrapped my lips around him and bobbed my head down. Immediately, I gagged from trying to take too much, and he groaned above me when my throat flexed around him. With my left hand, I cradled his heavy orbs, lightly rolling them in my palms like a lucky pair of dice. I rolled my tongue around him, playing with him as if he were a cherry-flavored lollipop— my favorite.
He started to thrust his hips lightly, and I hollowed my cheeks as he used my mouth, sliding over my tongue to take what he wanted. “Yes, fuck,” he hissed.
I lifted my eyes up, and through my lashes, I saw him toss his head back. His Adam’s apple was a thick knot in his throat, a temptation I wanted to nibble. He must have felt my gaze because he tilted his chin to his chest, and his chocolate eyes are glazed with desire. He urged me to try harder, so I released his sack and wrapped my palm around the bottom of the shaft and pumped.
He finger fucked my pussy with his fingers, groaning as I sucked him faster, and his other hand yanked me off his cock by twisted my hair in his hand.
“Naughty fucking girl trying to get me to come.” He brushed his thumb over my wet lips. “I’ll come down your throat, just not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to come inside you, just like I did all those years ago.” He slipped another finger next to the other two, stretching me to the max. I moaned and laid my forehead against the mattress. “You want that?”
I nodded my head, and he pulled his fingers out of me and laid a hand on my shoulder, pushing me until I laid flat on my back. He sucked his fingers into his mouth. “So sweet, if not sweeter.” He kneeled on the bed and spread my legs apart, filling the space with his body. The long, straining cock stretched above his belly button, and the vein protruded as a ridge filled with blood.
Jaxon Steele was an aphrodisiac. A forbidden fruit. Once you take a bite of him, a craving would form, and it would never be sated. Even if he gave you what you needed, it wouldn’t be enough. You’d ache for him because he made his way into the marrow of your bones, your cells, and he’d ruin you.
“You’re pretty pink pussy is so wet for me, baby.” He dragged his cock through my folds and then slapped the crown on my clit. “Oh, you like that,” he said, continuing to slap the swollen bud.
It was just like when he spanked me, only it was better. My thighs shook with every hit he gave my bundle of nerves, and my body jerked and spasmed. I closed my eyes, waiting for the next hit when he plunged inside me, bare and raw.
He didn’t give me time to accommodate his girth, he hammered into me, fucking me like a man who hadn’t fucked for nearly decade.
I knew that wasn’t true, but he hadn’t fucked me.
And that was the difference.
“Fuck, Quinn. You’re so damn tight. Christ, I want to fill you up all night, drenching you with my come so I can slide inside you whenever I want.”
His dirty words had a gush of cream flowing down his shaft in response. With every hard thrust, my tits bounced, and my nails dug into his chest, crying out with every time he punched the spot in my depths.
Jaxon fell over me and brushed his lips against mine, still pumping his cock into my cunt like a savage beast. “This pussy is mine, Quinn. Do you understand me?” He pulled out, flipped me over onto my stomach, and spanked my ass. Then he speared his nine inches in me again without warning, and I cried out for mercy.