CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Nora
I’M ADDICTED. ADDICTED to the taste of Hank’s lips, the way his hands feel on my skin, and the weight of him on top of me. I’m even addicted to the way he smells. This is just a tiny taste of him, once I have all of him, I’ll never get enough. No drug in the world could compare to the high Hank is giving me right now.
“Let’s take this inside. I need to get you out of this dress and into my bed.” Hank runs his warm tongue up the length of my neck to my lips, stealing one more kiss before he stands. He helps me to my feet and keeps his arm around my waist as we walk back into the house. I’m so drunk on Hank my head is spinning. I’m surprised I can walk right now.
The moment we cross the threshold, Hank’s got me trapped in his strong arms, his lips and tongue devour my mouth as we move our way through the house. We make it halfway up the stairs. Both of us too impatient to go any further. He breaks from my lips and pulls off his jacket, followed by his shirt. My fingers roam the hard plane of his abs. My hands move down to his belt, and I work the leather open and pop the button. Hank looks down at me with dark, hooded eyes as the zipper slowly opens.
I’m the first woman in four years to touch him, kiss him, to have him inside them. I’m his first and I want to be his last. I want to make him feel so good. I bend over and kiss a trail from hip to hip, letting my tongue explore his warm skin. A deep moan rumbles from Hank’s chest, sending a shudder through my body. He pushes me down against the stairs and hikes up my dress. With his mouth crashing down on mine, his kiss is deep, primal, and wild . . . teeth biting, and tongue sweeping into my mouth. His hips grind against me as his hard length brushes against my clit through my lace thong.
My arms wrap around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as the fire builds inside me. “Hank, please,” I plead, desperately in need of him deep inside me.
“Slide your panties to the side.” His voice is dark and demanding. I do as I’m told and slide the lace to the side, exposing my bare pussy. Hank licks his lips and growls. “So, fucking perfect.” He works his pants and boxers down off his hips. His erection springs free, and my heart nearly stops when I see how big he is. Long, thick, and hard as steel. He has the Superman of cocks.
He presses his fat tip against my slit and slowly pushes inside me. My head falls back and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I almost black out from pure bliss. He wraps his arms around me as he thrusts deep and slow. “Look at me Nora,” he demands huskily.
My eyes flutter open and meet his lust filled gaze. “You’re mine, Nora. These lips are mine.” He captures my lips in deep, pulse pounding kiss. “These beautiful tits are mine.” He slides the strap of my dress down, exposing my right breast. My back arches off the edge of the step when he sucks my nipple into his hot mouth, sucking and nipping at my hard-little bud. “Your tight, wet pussy is all mine.” He slams hard into me, letting me know he owns me. “Most importantly, I own your heart, and I will do everything in my power to protect it. You’re my girl Nora, and I’m going to love you until my last breath.” His words send me skyrocketing over the edge, coming so hard I see stars.
“I’m yours,” I chant over and over as the waves of pleasure roll through me.
Before I have a chance to come down from my high, Hank has me in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist, and is moving up the stairs, leaving a trail of clothes in our wake. We make it as far as the wall outside his bedroom. The pictures hanging on the wall vibrate in rhythm with Hank’s hard thrusts. He’s like a wild, crazed animal. Marking me, claiming me, devouring me.
The familiar fire builds again. I’m pulsing all around his thick length. “Come for me, Nora. Give it to me,” he growls in my ear. Licking the shell as he slams into me, coaxing me to come again.
“Hank,” I cry out as my orgasm rips through me. This one more intense than the last.
Hank’s thrusts become more erratic and wild. His whole body tenses, cock throbbing. He comes with a mighty roar. I hold him in my arms, gently stroking his back while his orgasm radiates through his body. We softly kiss, holding each other as we come down from our high.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers between kisses, slowly moving in and out. He’s still rock hard and hungry for more.
“Take all of me. Use me until there is nothing left.”
He moves us to the bedroom, and we crash down on the floor at the foot of the bed. Hank rolls onto his back, propping me on top of him. He’s so deep inside me, I can’t tell where I begin and he ends. I never want this feeling to end.
“This is so much better than ice cream.” I giggle. My hips slowly rock as I ride him.
“Eating ice cream off you sounds pretty good. You’d look good covered in mint chocolate chip.” He grins up at me.
“A little snack for later.” I wink.
“Fuck later,” he growls, flipping me onto my back.
Hank takes his time exploring my body. Every kiss, lick, and tiny nip is like honey to my soul. He nestles between my legs and starts kissing a trail up my thigh.
“Hank,” I shriek when he bits down on my inner thigh. He soothes the pain with a flick of his tongue. No matter where I look on my body for the next week, I will see Hank’s mark reminding me of how he has claimed me.
The tip of Hank’s tongue traces my wet lips. “So, fucking good.” His moan, as he licks me from slit to clit, vibrates to my core. My body arches off the floor when his tongue finds my sweet spot. Two of his nimble fingers curl inside me. The sounds I’m making are not human. I claw at the carpet, body shaking and writhing against his face. It’s not long before he has me coming. He keeps pounding his fingers inside me, sucking harder on my clit as I come. It’s intense and like nothing I have ever experienced. My whole body shakes and my eyes fall closed as I pass out.