A thin sheen of sweat builds and cools my skin as I watch her. My heart is racing, and it feels that I might have a heart attack. Every one of my senses is heightened. Then she leans forward and licks my bottom lip; I near crash and die. I reach for her hips, but she captures my wrists and places them back next to me.
“No touching, Mr. DeCarlo.” She grins as she stands in front of me, still gyrating and never breaking eye contact. She turns her back to me. Her hands moved to the nape of her neck, and she stretched her arms upward, taking her hair with it until it drops. She slowly turns her head to look at me over her shoulder.
“Hey,” she says. “I said, no touching.”
Well, she is referring to the fact that I have my pants open, and I was fisting my cock like my life was at stake.
“Baby girl, I could cut glass with this thing.”
She crosses her arms, gives me a sexy smirk, and raises an eyebrow.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” I shake my head quickly.
“Then. No. Touching.”
I groan, lace my fingers together, and put them behind my head. “You’re going to pay for this later.”
“I hope so.” She grins.
She continues to peel herself out of her clothes until she is only wearing her bra and panties. They definitely weren’t the ones she was wearing earlier. They are a dark pink matching set, made mostly of sheer lace. She saunters over to me, turning her back; she places both her hands on my legs and lowers herself onto my lap, grazing my cock with her lace-covered ass.
My restraint snaps, and I wrap one arm around her waist and one around her chest, slipping my fingers under the lace of her bra to find her nipple. My grip tightens, molding her onto my torso, and I press my lips to her shoulder. My hips jerk, pressing my erection onto her lace bottoms.
She moans when I slip two fingers under the elastic of her panties.
“You knew this was going to happen.” I ran my tongue across her shoulder blade.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She kisses my lips and begins to trail kisses down my body.
“The matching sexy underwear…”
“Are they sexy?” She is on her knees between my thighs, tugging my pants down.
“They are.” I lace my fingers behind my head, not wanting to risk doing anything to make her stop. “And you shaved.”
She pauses and looks up at me through her lashes. She shrugs and wraps her hand around my erection, moving it up and down in slow strokes. I groan and lean back.
She smiles at me, “Ssshhh, Trayton.”
She glances up at me once again, and she can see the arousal in my eyes as I stare down at her. I pull her hair slightly and urge her on. I press her down over the bulge of my shaft, and she comes down over me, finding the very things that her lips are seeking for. By the time that she gently bites at me, I can see her starving for me.
“Slow down, baby girl,” I softly whisper at her as she takes me into her mouth and pulse just below my head, applying a hard pressure against her rigid tone and lips sucking hungrily. She looks up at me, and I say softly again, “We have all the time in the world.”
And, I can feel her sexual hunger, a pure, untainted desire to give me pleasure. But there is more; there is something more that I can sense. Her submission to my desire sparked her own arousal.
I watch as she wets my entire erection with her pink tongue, “Baby girl, god, I am going to fuck you.” Her velvety dark eyes are shining as she meets my eyes again. I winch in pleasure and throw my head back against the chair. I groan as she sucks me deep, and her throat tightens around my tip. Agonizing pleasure seizes me. I want her.
Her small hand fists me tight as I grunt in pleasure; my need for her is roaring in my veins. Through the blur of my raging lust, her head is bobbing hard over my lap, the friction of her taut lips is slowly sending me into oblivion as the pumping fist is killing me.
Then I feel that familiar tingling in my balls; I urge her to go even harder. “Baby girl, you have done it now. Fuck, I am going to cum in your hot little mouth.” Yet, she pumps even harder than before.
I gasp at the sensation of her taking me deep once again, and my entire body begins to shudder.
“Aaahhh, fuck baby girl, I am cumming.” The pleasure continues to wreck through my body as I cum over her tongue.
“Fuck, baby girl, that was so fucking hot.”
Then, I consume her mouth like a fire, my sleek tongue stroking the insides of her mouth, curling and entwining with her own. She lifts her body from between my legs, and I flip her down onto the chair. She lets out a soft whimper.
“Ssshhh baby girl,” pulling her face-to-face again, I slide my hands between her legs, positioning my fingers and thumb. I nuzzle against her, my lips on her neck, nibbling and kissing her way up to her earlobe.
“God, Trayton.”
She sighs as I work my fingers against her slick seam, and in an instant, she loses her pose and loses herself in her own pleasure. I watch as she squeezes her eyes shut and clamps her thighs against my wrist, snapping her hips up before she freezes. All her muscles contract against my fingers.
I press her back even further on the chair and slide my tongue inside her. She lets out another shattering moan. Every time I hit the perfect spot, she makes the most glorious sounds, raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as I continue to plunder her with my tongue. She grabs my hair to even drive me in further. I keep thrusting into her, crooking my fingers, and hitting that perfect spot over and over again. Her moans become long, and she burst into a high-pitched orgasm for the second time.
But I am not done. I drive inside to her once again, but this time I kiss and suck and worship every inch of her. I tease each of her nipples until they are hard and standing at attention. My tongue trails her belly, around her navel. Loving her. Tasting her. Moving down again, I meet her sweet clit that is begging for my touch. I swirl and swirl around, drinking her scent, drinking her reaction until I feel her tremble beneath me again.
I look up and find her gaze; much to my surprise, I see that she has been watching me all this time.
My sex is quivering; our bodies are quivering; there is nothing but tormented desire between us. As I move up to kiss her again, I softly whisper in her ear, “Baby girl, I don’t want either of us to ever forget this night.
…Ava POV…
Trayton grips me by the hips and crushes my body into him; with one loud growl, he lifts my feet from the floor and carries me backward toward the bed.
He lets my body fall back into the sheets; every square inch of my body dissolves into his. He leans over me and centers me on the bed before he settles on top of me. I feel him, all of him, pressed against me; I feel his cock throbbing against my thighs, his heart beating through his sculpted chest, his warm breath lingering on my skin.
He feels fucking amazing.
His lips lock with mine; he devours me with patient hunger, possessing me soft and slow. Passion explodes through my veins as I whimper. I tangle my hands in his hair and full him even closer.
“God, Trayton,” I groan. His skin is hot against my cool flesh.
I hook my legs around his legs and grab his taut, hard ass. I tug him into me, arching my hips to feel his throbbing erection. I want him inside me. I want to know for certain he is mine. He closes his eyes, and his body quivers.
I link my fingers around his neck and pull him closer.
I take his mouth and move my lips move desperately over.
His erection lays hot and heavy against my aching clit; it sends a sensation of pleasure through my core. I rake my nails over his back from shoulder to hips.
He arches into my rough caress with a low moan and throws his head back.
Hi hands cup my ass and press my body even tighter against his chest.
Leaning on one arm, he squeezes my breast with his other hand. As he lowers his head, his lips surround the point of my nipple. His mouth is scorching hot as he lashes against my tender flesh. As he bites into the tip, I cry out, and my body jerk as a sharp need shoots to my core.
I clutch at his hair, not nearly being gentle. My legs wrap around him, and I tighten. I need to claim him. Possess him. Make him mine again.
Then he softly whispers, “I want you, baby girl,” He nibbles across my cleavage to my other breast. His fingers tug at my wet nipple, pinching it gently until I push up and into his hand.
Trayton is possessing me; he is seducing; he is taking my body over and over. And I am surrendering. My breasts are heavy, my sex wet and swollen. My hands roam restlessly as my legs cage him.
Then, he slips away from me, his mouth whispering temptation across my stomach. But as I slide down, I feel a hot wetness over my skin. As I look down to see, I can see that he is crying, his gorgeous face ravaged by tears.
With trembling fingers, I touch his cheek, trying to smooth away his tears that only return the instant it is wiped away. He nuzzles into my touch with a soft.
“Baby girl.”
“Ssshhh, baby.”
He slides back onto his knees, his thighs spread between mine, his cock is thick and hard and laying tight against my pussy.
Everything in me tightens.
His big body is carved to perfection. His biceps clench and flex, and his abs tighten with his every movement. He is powerful and elegant.
It is true, Trayton DeCarlo had been designed to fuck a woman right out of her mind.
He is drawn to danger and has a determination to conquer.
“You are mine,” I say, pushing, pressing my torso tightly into his. “You’re mine, Mr. DeCarlo.”
He takes my mouth and consumes me. Lifting me, he moves and turns us so that his back is to the headboard, and I am spread over him. Our hot flesh slides against each other, slicken by sweat. His hands are everywhere. He grabs my hips, yanks me forward, then down, his hips bucking upward, and drives his raging cock into me.
“Oh god, Trayton,” I cry out and grip his shoulders, my pussy clenching against the thick erection.
“Fuck, baby girl,” he moans as he drives his shaft even deeper. There is an ache in my hips as I clamp my legs around his waist, curling my fingers into the sheets; I surrender to all he is doing to me, surrender to everything I am feeling, everything he was feeling
Then, he pulls out slowly; with a wicked smile on his face, he places his pulsating cock between my legs again. He slowly parts my folds and agonizingly painfully slides into me again.
He pulls out again; he impales me with this hot bulging shaft deep into my depths. I clench and shudder and raise my hips slightly to further drive his swollen erection into my hot flesh.
I heave in passion as my resisting flesh split. He slides into me gently until he was completely inside me. I could feel him pulsating, contracting, and releasing his erection as he eases himself back for fear that he would explode.
Then I gyrate in slow insistent circles; he rocks with every thrust. Our bodies are bucking and arching and colliding in almost perfect rhythm.
His grip around my arms tightens, “Baby girl, I am cumming.” He throws his back against the wall; he starts cumming, spurting hot and hard inside me.
The gush of lubrication opens me; my pussy slides down his pulsing erection until he fills me completely.
But he is not done.
“Take me, baby girl. Take me.” He cries out as he angles his throbbing erection to gain that last little part of me.
He builds up a rhythm and keeps it up relentlessly. With each stroke, he slides his hot throbbing flesh completely into me. He drives in deeper, with each thrust, pushing into me even deeper.
I moan, welcoming the familiar flush of warmness. My orgasm takes me by surprise; I throw my body back as the heated pleasure tears through me.
My inner muscles clamp around him like a hot, pulsing glove. The sexual excitement burning in my blood is stronger than any burst of desire I have ever felt in my life. He slams into me, struggling for breath, desperately trying to hold on. His chin rests on my shoulder as his hips drive hard, his cock furiously thrusting into my tight hot flesh, over and over again. His unique scent overwhelms my senses; his breath at the nape of my neck tickles and makes me shiver.
A moan slips out when his next thrust hits deep. “Oh God,” I whisper. “More, Trayton. Faster.”
“Yes, that’s it, baby girl,” he moans hoarsely, his erection is still hard and thrusting.
“My god, Trayton.”
“Fuck, baby girl. I am going to cum again.”
His arms fall to his sides. His hands fists in the comforter. He clenches and flexes his muscles; his body is glimmering from the sweat. He is taking his body to its limits. He gives in. He gives himself to me.
“Please, Trayton, please. I cannot keep it in anymore.”
“Fuck, baby girl, I want you to cum for me again.”
He catches me by the waist and slides down until we were flat on the bed. Pinning me tightly, he holds me into place, thrusting upward… over and over… with fast, powerful plunges. The friction of his thick erection is too much.
I throw my head back and tremble in orgasm; it feels like I am stepping into a room engulfed in flames. My body burns, and I explode, cumming over his still semi-erect length.
He folds his arms tightly around me until I can barely breathe.
He slowly slides off from my body and lays down next to me, still catching his breath as he turns to me, “Baby girl, you are mine,” he softly whispers. “You are mine alone, now and forever, whether you want it or not.”