Naked Games (Hard to Get 3)

“Then quit stalling and take me, Dean.”

Dean gave her what she craved. He slipped his finger out and spread her juices over her puffy pussy lips. “This is the spicy taste I want on my tongue,” he growled. “No wine could ever compare to your luscious flavor.” He licked her, slowly drifting his tongue over her distended clit. When her body bowed, Dean spread her legs wider, tasting her deeper. He cupped the ample softness of her breasts. She fit his mouth, his hands. Catherine was made for him, and he devoured her.

He licked and sucked, luxuriating in her gasps and moans. Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer. He toyed with her little bud, nibbling on it the way he knew she liked, before teasing her nipples into hard points. He gave equal attention to her beautiful tits and wet pussy. Dean’s cock dripped with precome as he played.

“Do you know that you drive me to the very brink of insanity?” he admitted. “I swear to God, I’m addicted to you. So quickly you’ve become a drug to me, Catherine.”

Her hands tightened in his hair. “Then put your cock inside my pussy, Dean,” she demanded. “Right now, because surely you’re in need of a fix.”

Dean lifted his head and stared at Catherine’s widespread thighs. She sat, blinded by the black cotton cloth, her sex dripping wet, breasts glistening from the suckle of his mouth. He wondered if she realized how open she was to him in that moment. Covering her eyes had unlocked a door for Catherine, and she’d unknowingly dropped the last of her inhibitions.

“You are incredibly sexy like this,” he told her, his voice rough with emotion and passion both. “I could stare at you all night and I wouldn’t get bored.”

“Don’t even think it, Dean.” She reached between his legs, obviously searching for his cock. It took her several tries before she had it grasped in her tight fist. She squeezed, hard, drawing a growl from him. “I have the perfect spot for this. Don’t force me to tie you down and do it myself.”

Dean smiled at the thought. “I don’t think I’d mind being at your mercy.” Before she could make any more demands, he wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her to the very edge of the bed. He knew she couldn’t see what he was doing and she would assume he was following her orders. But he’d always hated being predictable.

Instead, Dean picked up the glass one more time and dribbled a tiny amount of wine over her swollen vulva.

She yelped. “Damn it, Dean, that’s cold!”

He grinned. “Not for long, sweetheart,” he growled as he dipped his head between her legs and lapped up the ruby liquid. She went pliant when his tongue and lips moved over her.

“Mmm, your spicy little pussy tastes so good with the wine. Adds just the right touch, if you ask me,” he murmured against her dewy center.

He slowly trickled another few drops of liquid, this time onto her delightful berry nipples. She sucked in a breath and Dean watched as the tips turned to hard little peaks. He put the glass down and wrapped his mouth around one full breast, licking and suckling, before moving to the other to do the same. Her ragged groan went right to his bloodstream. She arched into him, clutching at the blankets for support.

“Would you like to taste my wine, sweetheart?”

She hesitated a moment, then a smile appeared as she nodded. His libido went into overdrive.

Dean stood, then took hold of her waist and pulled her off the bed. He placed her on her feet. She wobbled a little, but he steadied her. He took the bottle and poured a small amount onto the head of his cock and had to suck in a breath it was so cold.

“Get down on your knees,” he instructed. “I’ll guide you.”

She gripped on to his hand and went to her knees. Once her mouth was a breath away from the head of his dick, Dean took hold of her hair and stopped her. “Far enough, now, open wide so you can take all of me.” Again, her breathing quickened, but she silently obeyed.

Dean took his cock in a firm fist and brought the dripping tip to her waiting mouth. She tasted it with her tongue first, then took him all the way in, nearly bringing him to his knees.

“Christ, ye

ah, suck it,” he gritted out as she lapped up all the flavored drink. Dean’s vision blurred when she dipped her head and nuzzled his balls. A few swipes of her tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock and Dean was forced to stop her. He cupped her chin in his palm. “No more or I’ll fill that hot mouth, sweets.”

She sat back and smiled. “I like the taste of wine much better this way, I have to admit.”

He chuckled. “Have I turned you into an alcoholic?”

She licked her lips and shrugged. “To tell the truth, the wine was sort of in the way of the flavor I really wanted.”

Dean shook his head. “Little tease.” He lifted her up and placed her back on the bed. Dean forgot about the wine when he watched her spread her legs, inviting him in. He bent his head and kissed her swollen pussy, then proceeded to lick and nibble until suddenly she was screaming out another climax. When she collapsed, all her muscles going slack, Dean took a moment to look at her. Her wet pussy and reddened tits were on display for him. She was a wicked temptation.

“Catherine.” Her name was all he could muster. She didn’t speak, merely opened her arms and waited. Dean moved on top of her, then thrust into her with a quick kind of force that had them both gasping for air.

He stayed still inside of her for a moment, enjoying the satiny clutch and the scorching heat that warmed him inside and out. Dean slowly pumped her tight channel, his movements growing faster and more furious as need swept through him, pushing all rational thought to the back of his mind. He ached for her. Only Catherine. She was a fire in his blood, and he had a primal need to bind her to him in some way.

Catherine lifted her hips, driving upward and forcing him deeper still. She came at him with her own brand of passion, her fingernails dug into his back as if marking her territory. He reached a hand between their bodies and touched off the beginning of a third orgasm for her. She screamed and wrapped her long legs tightly around his waist, squeezing, sending him over the edge. She shouted, and Dean pushed in and out several more times before he erupted, filling her with his hot come. Her inner muscles sucked onto his cock and milked him dry.

Mere seconds passed before Dean pulled out of her. With his body pressing hers into the mattress, Dean took a moment, transfixed at the sight of her sated body. She was still trembling from the orgasms he’d coaxed from her. A pleasant smile lit her face, and Dean wondered how he was every going to let her walk away from him when her visit with Gracie ended.