Flint

SHE’S WATCHING ME AS I bring us to the bedroom. Her gaze burns and chills every patch of skin her eyes touch. It’s the most unusual sensation and something I’ve never come close to experiencing before. I’m so fucking connected to this girl, I swear I can feel her feelings.

The next two days are ours to discover with each other. I don’t plan on us leaving the property or going anywhere—I have plenty of food as always, and all I can think about is planning all the ways I’m going to make her moan. Her pleasure is my obsession, and my hard-on at dinner made it damn near impossible to think of anything other than getting her naked, under my tongue, and in this bedroom for the next twelve hours or more.

Inside, I sit her down on the bed, cup her cheeks in my hands, and stare at those wide gray eyes and strawberry-pink lips for a long moment.

“Do you get that I want you, Wren?”

Her eyes light up, and a little giggle escapes her lips. “I’m pretty sure I get that. Yes.” She grins, looking down at the visible erection tenting my jeans, and I can’t resist smiling back.

“Yeah, that’s part of it. But I want all of you. I want your hopes, your dreams, your problems, itches, and irritations... I want it all. I want you. That means all of you. Sure, your pussy could topple kingdoms, and that fucking delicious body of yours is part of that, I won’t deny. But it’s not the whole of who you are. Of what I want. It’s just a part.”

She bites into her bottom lip as I bring my face down to hers and kiss her. My tongue claims her in that kiss, leaving us both breathing hard.

When I break away, I crouch down between her legs at the side of the bed.

“You wet for me?”

My hands reach up to unbutton her shirt, and she doesn’t move to stop me.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve been wet for you every day since you caught me falling off that ladder, Flint Rendell.”

I make short work of her shirt, and she shimmies her shoulders to help me rid her of the fabric. Then I lean forward, reach around, and unclasp the lacy white bra, setting her gorgeous tits free.

My hands come to cup the heavy flesh, feeling my desire thickening, and cum leaks out of my cock.

“That’s not good enough. A little bit damp won’t do. I want you epically wet. I want your panties destroyed and these jeans with a dark spot on that crotch before I give you what you need.”

I work her nipples between my fingers, pinching and rolling them as her eyes begin to look heavy and her mouth drops open. I hear the halting, stalled breaths when I grip her tender flesh hard into my hands and pull her forward.

“Are you wet in that way, Wren? The way that will have your taste dripping off my tongue when I take that first, long, slow lick between your lips? When I fuck you with my mouth, will I be swallowing mouthfuls of you? Because that’s what I need, Chirp. I need you to fill my mouth with your juice. I want to swallow it and carry it around with me like that every day.”

A short whimper steals from between her open lips as her head falls back. I knead and play with her tits, listening to her breath as it matches my movements, and lean forward to pull one firm nipple deep into my mouth. My teeth tighten on the hardened peak until I hear another whimper, half pain and half pleasure, and she looks down to see me looking up.

Her mouth open, she gasps for breath before I feel her core tighten underneath me, and she fights to regain some composure. A grin spreads over her lips as she chirps, “Yep.” Her voice is tipped in lust, but her playful nature cannot be silenced, and I love it. “I’m pretty sure you just devastated the panties and jeans. But, if you don’t believe me, maybe you should check for yourself, huh? With that magic mouth of yours.”

“Oh yeah? You think you’re calling the shots here?” I grin and shake my head. “I’ll take what I want, and I’ll give you what you need. But you turn on that sassy brat, and your ass is going to pay for what your mouth can’t.”

“Oh yeah?” She echoes my words, a smile still playing at the corner of her mouth. She doesn’t believe me, but that will change.

“Here’s what’s about to happen, girl. I’m going to check that pussy and make sure it’s drenched enough for my taste. If it’s not, your ass is going to turn red. Then I’ll check again with my tongue. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come a few times before I give you what you really need.”

“And what is that?” She bobs her eyebrows and gives me a coy look.

“Dick. Spankings and dick. That’s what you need, and I’ll give it to you. But it will be in my way. In my time. So, kiss me like you mean it, and we’re going to get on with the first course.”

Our lips meet, her greed as strong as my own as our heads slant and shift to take more. When she sighs and her hands encircle my neck, gripping the base like it’s a lifeline, it sends my need spiraling.

Her legs come to wrap around my waist, and her kiss gains momentum. She’s giving herself to me, and a tortured groan rumbles in my chest. When she clings to me harder, I stand with her attached to me, our kiss breaking, and I devour the look of need in her eyes.

“It hurts, how much I want you.”

“God, you have no idea. Every day, it’s hurt me not to be able to touch you. Knowing you were here, and I couldn’t do anything. I nearly lost my fucking mind, Wren.”

“Why did you wait so long—”

“Because I’m a man.” My words cut her off. Now is not the time for that conversation. “And an idiot. We’re all idiots. But we’re here, and time’s a-wastin’ again, baby. Those pants need to be off, and your cunt needs to be on my face.”

I set her down and strip off her pants in record time. When she’s naked, looking up at me, I take her by the shoulders and push her against the wall. Once there, I slip my hands up around her neck, watching as her eyes widen, her hands dropping down to run over the thick ridge behind my zipper.

“Fuck,” I growl, dropping my forehead to the top of her head. “I need you to touch me more than you know.”

She brushes her hands up and down, sending cum out the tip and soaking a spot in my boxers.

“Take me out.”

She moves in earnest. Anxious fingers on my belt, then the button and zipper. I kick off my boots as she works my pants and boxers down over my ass. They fall, and I struggle and step on the hem, pulling one leg out then the next. My feet swipe them backward on the floor and out of our way.

Soft hands encircle the hard erection that throbs and calls for her. The sounds coming out of me must urge her on, because her touch turns rough. Both hands tighten and stroke hard up and down.

“God, I can’t believe how much I love touching you like this.” Her sweet words come out on a husky breath, and my knees nearly buckle beneath me. If she only knew all the ways I’ve loved her and claimed her in my dreams, day and night, for all these months. Now to hear how much she finds pleasure in touching me... I can barely stand.

“I’m going to fuck you hard. For hours. Eat you until the only thing you know is that you belong to me. Until you can’t speak and nothing matters but the feelings I give you.”

I hear her swallow hard. Her strokes speed up, and her pulse thumps under my grip around her neck. I slide my hands lower, cupping the heavy flesh of her breasts in each one. Her nipples harden, and my head begins to fill with a lusty fog.

When I pinch and roll the hard tips, she comes up on her toes, her chest pushing outward into my touch as her hands lock down around the steel of my hard-on.

“You keep squeezing me like that, I’m not going to last another thirty seconds.” My voice is pained, tugging in my throat. My need is near its peak, but I won’t waste it on her belly.

I lower my hands to hers, gently pulling them off my stiff cock and raising them up to place them on my shoulders.

I shift my head back to look into her face. Her beauty never ceases to take my breath away, and this moment is no different. She’s vixen and vice, tipped with purity and warmth. I’m intoxicated by her in every way.

She shudders as I lower one hand over her belly. I dance my fingertips on the soft patch of curls she’s left at the top of her cunt. The rest of her is smooth and hairless.

Her grip behind my neck tightens, and her head drops to my chest as I graze my fingers over her outer lips. Her legs shift, opening to give me better access.

“Good girl,” I rumble, slipping my middle finger just into the top of where her labia begins above her clit.

I don’t touch that hard nub yet as I slowly sink a finger into her wetness. Brushing up and down in the folds there, swirling around her clit in circles until her whimpers increase and she’s clutching me. Her breaths beg for more.

“Please.” Her single word is a scream of desperation.

“Please what?”

“Touch me. Harder. Put your fingers inside me. Do something! God, you’re trying to kill me.”

Heat rises between us. I enter her opening with one long finger in a single stroke, feeling the sides of her body tighten. She’s soaking, dripping down into my palm. The softness of her has my head spinning. The scent of her cunt has my mouth watering. Lust tugs at every part of me. I’m being drawn and quartered in the most torturous bliss.

“Like that?” I murmur into her ear, feeling her body tense and freeze. Her breath comes in halts and starts.

“Like that,” she breathes out finally as I withdraw my finger.

Then, without warning, I slip it back in.

Harder, deeper, pressing into the rough patch on her outer wall and then listening to her pleasured noises as I work that magic spot until she’s barely able to support her weight. She’s hanging on me as I finger-fuck her hard. My knuckles hit the outside of her cunt as I pull out my finger and reenter her with two.

“Fuck my fingers,” I order as I bite into the soft flesh at the nape of her neck. “Show me what you need.”

Her hips go wild, her body twisting and moving on my hand in her desperate attempt to find relief. Sweet juice streams out of her, coating my entire hand as she takes what she wants.

Just as she’s about to come, I drop to my knees. Lift one of her legs up and rest the crook of her knee on my shoulder, opening her to me.

My mouth takes what is coming as my fingers continue to urge her to her peak.

My tongue is on her clit, then my lips, and she’s gone.

Hands pull at my hair as she floods my mouth on a scream. My name is still on her lips when I come up. I lift her and fill her with me in one motion, slamming her against the wall as her orgasm redoubles at my entry.

“Fuck yes.” She’s drenching my cock as I slip in and out.

Her voice vibrates in my ear, singing my name over and over.

Every expletive I know rolls from my mouth as I pound my swollen length in and out. Rolling my hips up and back, making contact with her clit as I work her body up and down the wall along with my thrusts.

“Look at me,” I grunt, and in a moment, her dreamy, climax-filled eyes barely focus on mine, but it’s what I need. “You’re mine. Do you feel how much you are mine?”

I shove my entire length into her, shaking and holding us bound together. Our hearts beat in our connected sex as my balls tingle, and lightning seems to shoot up and down the backs of my legs. My orgasm builds, but I hold us still and tight.

“Yes,” she whimpers. “Please move. I’m so close.” Her voice raises in pitch with each word. Desperate and needy.

“Beg,” I seethe, looking into her pained eyes as she tries in vain to move her hips. But I have her pinned tight under my power.

“Please.” She rolls her head back and forth against the wall. Her feet lock behind my ass, pulling at me. “Make me come. I’m begging you. Now, for fuck’s sake!” Her words turn angry. Her need as desperate as my own.

“What did I tell you I would give you?”

Her frustrated breaths warm my face. “What?” she asks, her eyes filled with panic.

“I told you I would give you three things. Dick, spanking, then dick. Because that’s what you need.”

Confusion clouds her face for a moment as I spin us around. I carry her to the bed and keep her impaled on my cock as I sit on the edge of the mattress.

Before she can adjust, I bring my hand out and down, smacking the soft roundness of her ass. Once, twice, a third time.

She wraps her arms around my neck and comes on a scream as my size fills her completely. Her body stretches to accommodate me in this new position, and her opening feels like it’s cutting off the blood supply to my dick, she’s so fucking tight. Her body whips and lurches up and down on my shaft, drenching me as I take her tit in my mouth and let myself go

My orgasm is so strong I nearly black out, sucking her nipple down my throat as jets of my seed fill her body. She’s using words that would scare any mountain man as she comes with me.

We sit there, clutching one another until our heartbeats slow.