Taking Chloe (Vaughn)

Merrick’s muscles flexed with the urge to take her, rough, the need to make love to his wife nearly too strong to ignore. His dick was as hard as a fucking tire iron and he needed to slide it between Chloe’s succulent pussy lips. He vowed not to take her like a rutting buck. Correction: his brain didn’t want that sort of coarse lovemaking; his cock, on the other hand, wanted to be inside Chloe’s tight cunt. It didn’t much matter how that came about.

As she touched the bulbous tip of her massager to her clit, Merrick licked his lips and knew a momentary pang of jealousy. Damn it, he was jealous over a piece of vibrating plastic!

He stepped closer, bumping his shins into the box springs. His legs weighed a ton, as if he’d just run five miles. As he moved closer, Chloe rewarded him with a siren’s smile. She knew exactly the effect she had on him. She enjoyed the hell out of it, too. He drank in the sight of her as her breathing increased, her composure slipping a little more. The massager glided over her clit, back and forth, then dipped between her pussy lips. Her lower body started a sweet, gyrating rhythm that had his cock dripping with precome. As she cupped her free hand over one round breast, plucked and tugged at her own nipple, Merrick let loose a low groan. Enough was enough. No man could stand such torture.

He leaned down and touched the inside of her thigh. He smoothed his hand toward the sopping wet center he craved so badly. Merrick’s pounding heartbeat nearly drowned out everything else.

“I want to watch you, Merrick,” Chloe pleaded in a throaty purr that caressed his flesh. “I want your hand on your cock, pumping and squeezing. Do it now, before I come. Please.”

Merrick needed no more provocation. With his legs braced apart, he wrapped a tight fist around his heavy length and pumped, slowly, up and down. Chloe’s eyes grew dark with passion. Her lips parted and her small pink tongue darted out, licking, as if imagining his taste. He watched the movement, sensing that teasing stroke on his cock.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” he asked. She nodded eagerly. He placed one palm on the bed and leaned down, then pressed his lips to hers. She opened eagerly. Merrick sank his tongue inside, licking and tasting her sweet flavor.

“Lift up a little and lick my cock, baby.”

She never hesitated. Chloe kept a firm hold on her toy while she pushed herself toward him and licked his dripping tip. Merrick lost it. Her touch. Her sighs. It was all too damn much.

“Fuck, I have to taste you. I’m sorry, baby, I can’t wait any longer.”

He dropped to the floor at the side of the bed and pushed her massager out of the way, then pressed his mouth against her hot mound. Merrick took her clit between his teeth and flicked it back and forth. He had the crazy notion that he’d found home. This was where he belonged, not some stuffy office building.

He suckled and nibbled. Chloe’s fingers sank into his hair. She grasped his scalp and held him against her intimate flesh as she took her own pleasure. He licked at her, absorbing the sounds of Chloe’s hoarse cries and whimpers. She bucked against his face and came suddenly, wildly, screaming his name over and over again. The sweetest music he’d ever heard.

He kissed her swollen nub and stood, then placed one knee on the bed and straddled her.

“I want your lips wrapped around my cock.”

Chloe’s eyes opened, a dreamy expression on her face, and held out her arms. “Come up here.”

“Fuck, yeah.”

Even as a gangly teenager, Merrick hadn’t been this turned on. Somehow, Chloe had turned the tables. She seemed to be orchestrating their little symphony now. He stared at her lying on the bed, her body splayed wide, not a care in the world, and the sight touched his heart. She made such a tempting picture with the secret smile curving her pretty lips and the rosy afterglow of her climax. In that moment, Merrick knew that whatever Chloe wanted, Chloe was liable to get.

Merrick placed his hands on the headboard behind her and crawled up her body, straddling her face. His eyes glazed over as she stared at his cock bobbing an inch from her mouth. She licked her lips and closed the gap between them, before kissing the swollen purple tip.

“Oh, hell, Chloe, you’ll be the death of me.”

She hummed and wrapped her arms around his thighs, then probed the slit in his tip with her tongue. Merrick bucked and clutched onto the headboard until his knuckles turned white. He knew what would happen next. His sweet Chloe would take him straight to heaven.

Chapter Seven

Nothing tasted quite as delicious as Merrick. That special blend of spice and masculine heat revved Chloe’s engines every time. She gave into temptation and licked the underside of his shaft. He groaned and pressed his cock closer. She knew his intent. He wanted her to take him into her mouth, suck him to the back of her throat, and let him come all over her voracious tongue. She wanted that too, but Chloe needed to make the man squirm a little first.

She released her hold on his thighs and wrapped both her hands around the base of his cock, then pumped up and down. She laved him with her tongue, over and over. Her body began the slow climb again, aching and ready. In her mind, she saw him filling her, stretching her tight channel and pounding into her so hard they both saw stars.

“Yeah, baby, just like that. Make love to my cock.”

Chloe used one hand to cup his heavy sac. Merrick jerked as if burned. She smiled before lifting his cock out of the way and bringing his balls to her mouth. She sucked one in and let her teeth graze over the smooth skin. Merrick shouted her name, his pleasure becoming her own. She popped it out of her mouth, then showered the same attention on the other soft orb.

“Bite down,” he demanded, “just a little. Let me feel that squeeze, sweetheart.”

Chloe let her lips close around his sac. Merrick’s fingers dug into her scalp, holding her against him. She pulled back and peered up at him. His lids were barely open, and the feral expression on his face had her trembling. For months she’d felt abandoned and ignored. In this single moment in time, Chloe had Merrick’s full attention and she basked in it. Keeping it would be the tricky part.

Chloe wrapped her fingers around the base of his hard, pulsing length and brought it to her lips. She rubbed his tip back and forth, letting the moisture coat her mouth.

“Open, baby. Let me fuck that hot little mouth.”

Beyond denying him, Chloe parted her lips. Merrick took over at once. He pushed his hips forward an inch and filled her mouth with the swollen head of his cock. The width of him had her stretching her lips wider to accommodate for his size. She closed her eyes and drew him in an inch at a time, until at last he touched the back of her throat. Chloe wrapped her arms around his hips and dug her fingers into his buttocks. Merrick went wild. He flexed his hips and pushed forward, then back, fucking her mouth. When she released her hold on his left ass cheek and cupped his balls, he suddenly pulled out. Chloe frowned up at him.