Chapter Twenty-Four
Taber was burning with a fever of lust so deep, so strong, he felt as though every cell in his body was going to explode with the need. His fingers shook like a youth’s as he unbuttoned the small pearl closures on her dress, spreading the edges apart, revealing the full, tempting globes of her aroused breasts. He didn’t know what to do first. Latch onto one of those spiked nipples like a starving man and fuck her until they were both dying of it, or eat the thick cream that lay tempting and sweet on the swollen lips of her pussy?
He licked his lips, staring up at her as his cock throbbed its insistent demand to plunge inside the little slitted opening of her cunt. His mouth watered for the taste of her.
“Play with your clit.” He held her legs up, spreading her, staring down at her with a building need he didn’t know how to answer.
She whimpered. A low, desperate sound that had his cock jerking in response.
“Play with it, baby,” he crooned gently, watching as her trembling fingers slid down the soft roundness of her stomach. “There you go. Feel how wet and hot you are.”
It was the most exciting thing he had ever seen in his life. Her fingers, slender and graceful, moving to the soft, soaked fleece that surrounded the swollen bud of her clit, parting the swollen lips, circling the hard, little nub.
“Oh yeah, sweetheart,” he encouraged her, almost panting from excitement. “Slide your fingers down, Roni. I want to see you fuck yourself. See you part that pretty pussy with your own fingers.”
She was whimpering, flushed, her soft blue eyes dazed with lust as her hips jerked.
“Oh, that’s a good girl.” His hands tightened on her thighs as he watched her fingers slide down the narrow cleft, two of the slender digits sliding to the first knuckle inside the tempting depths of her sex.
“Feel how hot that sweet pussy is.” He could barely force the words from his mouth. “I’m going to fuck it so hard and so long you’ll never forget what it’s like to have my cock owning you.” Her hand jerked, a cry tearing from her chest as more of her juices coated her fingers.
His cock was an agonizing throb now. Propping her small feet on the edge of the desk, he used one hand to spread her pussy apart, the other to grip his cock, to ease the mindless rush to shove it so far inside her that he merged with her very soul.
“I’m dying.” Her cry thickened with lust, emotion and desperation.
Her fingers sank into her vagina again. Pulled back. Thrust in as her hips lifted from the desk in response.
“Yeah, baby,” he groaned. “Get your fingers nice and slick with that sweet pussy juice. Because you’re going to feed it to me, allow me to suck it from your pretty fingers while I fuck you crazy.”
She came. He watched it, the way her clit swelled further, pulsed and glistened.
The flesh stretching around her fingers clenched, spasmed, as her desperate mewl of release whispered past her lips. Taber could wait no longer.
He gripped her wrist, pulling her fingers free, grimacing in painful pleasure at the sound of her tight flesh sucking at her departing fingers. Pressing closer, he tucked the head of his cock at the little opening as his eyes met hers. He brought her fingers to his lips, dripping with the swirls of her rich cream, and sucked one into his mouth as he plunged his cock deep inside her pussy.
“Oh hell.” His back arched. The tight, gripping muscles of her sex sucked him in, closing on his erection like a silken vise, milking it rhythmically. “Sweet Roni,” he groaned around her fingers. “That’s a good girl. Oh yeah, good, baby. Milk my cock.”
Her cries were constant now, mewling little sounds, the whisper of his name, the erotic plea that he fuck her hard, deep. But he wanted to stay just like this, his cock spreading her, the lips of her pussy nearly flattened from the width of flesh shoved inside her.
“So pretty.” He licked her fingers of the last drop of erotic cream before laying her hand on the desk, pressing it there firmly, a silent demand that she not move it.
She stared back at him, her eyes wide, her lips moist as she tried to breathe past the excitement building in the air around them.
His gaze dropped back down to her thighs, a primal rumble of conquest escaping his chest.
“My pussy.” He pulled back then, watching his cock slide nearly free of her, glistening with the slick inner juices that flowed from her. “My pretty, hot pussy.” He worked the desperately hard shaft back inside her, loving the fierce grip, fighting his orgasm with every breath so he could relish the nearly painful clenching of her muscles on his flesh.
His balls had contracted tight and hard beneath his erection, pulsing with the need to release their hot load of sperm into the silky depths of her cunt. His body was raging. Sharp talons of sensation streaked up his spine as he pulled free of her again, only to re-enter her slowly, groaning at the sheer pleasure of watching his cock fuck into her, feeling her grip him, her pussy weep for him.
“Ah baby, so good.” She tightened on him again as the head of his cock sank to the entrance of her womb, pulled back, stroked in. “That’s my sweet baby. So tight and hot around my cock. God, I love fucking you, Roni.”
But he couldn’t fight the need clenching every cell in his body much longer. Her sex was an inferno around the thick flesh fucking into her, tightening on him with every thrust as her keening pleas rocked his mind.
He was unable to stop the building speed of each penetration, his mind consumed by the sheer exhilaration of burying his cock inside her, feeling the tender flesh glove him, tighten on him. His release was only seconds away. He could feel the barb beneath the head of his cock beginning to lengthen, to prepare to lock him inside her, to release its silky semen along with the load ready to erupt from the head of his cock.
“Baby.” He moved inside her hard and deep now, the moist sounds of his cock penetrating and her cunt suckling, filling the air.
He couldn’t plunge into her fast enough, hard enough, couldn’t get enough of the feel of her pussy tightening on him. Tighter. Tighter.
“Fuck yes. Yes.” He gripped her thighs harder as he felt her vagina quake, ripple, then lock down on him with a force that had him roaring in pleasure as she unraveled beneath him.
He couldn’t hold off any longer. He threw his head back, sweat dripping from his hair, his face, as he lost his hold on reality. The barb extended its full length, locking him inside her as it pressed firmly into the back of her pussy, holding him in as it released its own precious load into her fertile body.
The sensitive extension prolonged the exquisite agony of his release, making his body tremble, convulse, as another roar tore through him. The animal was triumphant, the man awed by the sheer power of emotion that poured from him.
His. His woman. His pussy. All his.