She moans, and I look up at her, and her long, shiny, bright blond hair hangs over her shoulders as she looks down at me with desire and pleasure fierce in her eyes, partly full of awe and wonder at what might happen next, and partly resolved, because she knows damn well what it means when my hungry mouth is an inch from her wet cunt. I pull down her thong, and now she’s standing naked in front of me, wearing only her sexy high-heels, her neatly-trimmed, dark brown bush presented before my face, like a gift.
I spread her legs a little, and I shove my mouth hard onto her wet pussy, and she gasps. I kiss her there, and my tongue probes and separates her lips, finding her wetness. I press my tongue deep into her pussy, and she gushes into my mouth. She tastes so sweet, just like her fucking pie.
I knew it!
I’m ready for a feast, but this position will not work. I’m going to maul her pussy with my mouth, and I want her on her back while I bring her to orgasm. I take her hand and pull her down onto the rug, right there in the hallway, guiding her down onto her back. She’s breathing heavily, her bosom heaving with every labored breath.
Her skin is so soft. I spread her legs and lean over her, kissing her tummy, working my way up to her breasts. I take one in my mouth and she arches her back. “Ohhh, Ryker,” she whispers, needing more, and now her hips are grinding into me, her pussy seeking release.
“Oh god, Ryker, please.” My blood, hot as lava, courses through me, fueling me with an insane heat I’ve never felt before. I burn for her.
Finally, Aspen wants me to do something for her. To her. And she asked for it. My ache deepens in my core.
I pinch one of her nipples, while I take the other in my mouth and suck it. Then I kiss it, bite it, and lick it. She moans, a deep guttural sound. This woman needs to come.
And I will not make her wait.
She deserves it.
I bury my face in her sweet, juicy pussy, and I lick her, lapping up her wet desire… desire I created in her. I put my arms under her legs and flick my tongue on her clit, and she gasps, heaving heavy breaths. She reaches down and runs her fingers through my hair, pulling my head into her as she grinds on my face, urgent for release. “Oh god, Ryker, I need to come. Please. I need you.”
“I know. You will,” I promise and dive back into her. I suck on her clit, alternating between flicking it with my tongue and kissing it gently, and then sucking it again. I want all of her. Her pussy is so soft, sweet, and she’s letting me in. My heart races, pumping my fiery blood, making me thirst for her, yearn for her.
I pull one of my arms close to me, so I can finger her while I lick her. I plunge my index finger into her, and her dripping wetness coats it, my jealous cock ready to explode, as it belongs in there.
Soon.
I will make this woman mine.
I fuck her with my finger, gently at first… she’s so damn tight. So very tight, and then the walls of her pussy clamp down on my finger, and my mind goes wild with thoughts of having my cock inside her, relishing the fact that I’m tasting her, that my mouth is loving her. I pump my finger in and out of her faster as my tongue licks her clit in a frenzy.
“Yes, yes. Right there, Ryker! Please, don’t stop,” she gasps. Then she moans, her panting breath desperate for release.
My tongue is coated in her wetness, and I zero in on a strong, consistent rhythm… it’s time to make her come. I keep fingering her while I let my tongue flick, full speed, on her engorged clit. Her body tenses as she ascends her way to orgasm, and she cries out as she tips over the top, coming all over my finger and mouth, grinding it out on my face. Her release is so sweet. The release I gave her.
As she’s coming down and relaxing in the glow of hormones coursing through her, I grab a condom from my pants pocket. I kneel between her creamy legs, spread wide for me, and she looks up at me wide-eyed, admiring my gigantic, thick cock standing at attention in front of her. “I need you,” she whispers.
I put on the condom, and she lays back, angling her hips up, ready for me. I shove my cock deep inside her. Oh my god. This. This woman. This feeling. I’m transported somewhere I’ve never been.
What is this connection, this affection, this bond?
She shrouds my cock in her heat and wetness, tight, like a tiny cave that’s molten hot and trying to milk my cock of everything I’ve got. I slowly pull out, then plunge it right back into her. She meets my thrust, wanting me just as much as I want her. I gaze into her eyes, and my passion, my devotion—the closeness—is reflected back.
I couldn’t prolong this even if I wanted to. I need to come so hard, so bad, so deep in her. “I’m sorry,” I say through gritted teeth. “I have to take you hard.” And I plunge harder, faster. She closes her eyes and gasps, arching her back high, her tits jutting out as she takes all of my size.
I pump her, ram her, fuck her hard. Her eyes fly open, meeting mine, filled with lust, desire, tenderness, and… safety. God, I’m falling for this woman.
“Give me everything you have,” she says, not taking her eyes off me.
Sweat drips off my brow and splatters on her chest. “Yes!” I growl. “I’m gonna give it to you.” I’d
