His voice was so deep and rough it moved over me like fingers. “Yeah, I can practically smell that sweet cream slipping from your hot little cunt as I say it.”
A shiver worked through me at his gruff, dirty words. He was right. I turned my head, needing to feel his mouth on mine. It was as if I begged that out loud, because a second later, he dragged his mouth up my neck, over my jaw, and ran his tongue along the corner of my lips.
“I need to be inside you,” he whispered against my mouth, and once again, I nodded. He continued to kiss and lick the side of my mouth, not giving me what I really wanted, but teasing me that he would.
I wanted pure, unadulterated sex with him, and I was done wasting time. He pulled back and gazed down at my face, and my breath caught at the look he gave me. Dalton surprised the hell out of me. While still staring into my eyes, he gripped the cheeks of my ass with both hands and pulled them apart. Over and over, he molded his hands on the mounds, driving me crazy with lust. He pulled away far too soon, but he didn’t make me wait to see what he was doing.
My pulse throbbed between my thighs, and a fresh gush of moisture left my pussy.
I could see his chest rising and falling a bit faster as he looked at me then lowered his gaze to my pussy. The chilled air hit every part of me, the very knowledge that he was staring at me with so much passion having my body heat to furnace levels.
I didn’t stop myself from admiring his body either. I lowered my gaze down his hard, defined abdomen, over his six-pack and that cut V of muscle that was like an inverted triangle pointing right at his dick.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He sounded out of breath.
I snapped my gaze up and was caught up in his onyx stare. I found myself drowning in the depths of it, wanting to know everything about this man… wanting for him to know everything about me.
And because I was a fiend, because I wanted him so damn much… because I wanted his cock in my mouth again until I was the one bringing him over the edge, I sunk to my knees once more. He didn’t stop me, didn’t do anything but grunt in approval.
Yeah, I wanted him to fuck me, but God help, I wanted this more right now.
And once I was in position, I could only stare at his erection that was right in front of me again. I tipped my head back and looked into his face, holding my breath at the expression he had. It was fierce, dark, and powerful—manly.
“God, Macey.” He breathed those two words out erotically. Then his expression hardened. “Suck my cock again, baby.”
I felt my heart pound violently in my chest, and I licked my lips. My face felt flushed, and the look on Dalton’s probably mimicked my own.
Deep-rooted need.
“Come on, baby. Open wide and take all ten inches into that pretty mouth of yours once more. Make me almost come, let me feel the tip hit the back of your throat until your eyes water and you gag.”
I didn’t waste another minute and wrapped my hand around the hard, impossibly thick length of his shaft. God, he was not only impressively long, but his girth was so huge that I couldn’t even touch my fingers together as I held him.
He grunted from the contact, and I squeezed my thighs together, as if that would ease the ache that settled right in my pussy.
Dalton speared his hands into my hair, his nails digging into my scalp, the sting of pain making me moan. I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock, his taste slightly salty but had a hint of something more masculine, more potent. It was my turn to moan then. I opened wide, trying to get as much of his monster cock in my mouth as I could.
“Christ, baby. Take it all, Macey. Take every last fucking inch.” His hips jerked forward as if they had a mind of their own, and I loved that he had no control right now.
I curled my nails into his muscular thighs at the same time he started to pull out of my mouth and then push back in. He mouth-fucked me slow and easy at first, and I found herself moving my tongue along his flesh, tasting a burst of saltiness as his pre-cum coated my taste buds. Every so often, he’d hit the back of my throat, causing my eyes to water, but having me hungry for more.
A carnal need to taste all of him, to have his cum slide down my throat, spurred my motions. I started moving my head back and forth, up and down, wanting him so unhinged he couldn’t stop himself from orgasming.