“Yes,” she cries out when I release her lips. “Oh God, Brick.”
“Owen,” I growl. “You call me Owen when I’m fucking you, baby.”
“Yes, Owen, yes,” she cries as I pick up the pace and start to thrust up into her, hard.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I grate through my teeth. “Shit Eva, your pussy is so fucking tight, baby. I’m trying to take it easy, but you feel like heaven.”
“Please, don’t hold back, I want you so much,” she whimpers.
I almost lose my shit right there. I tilt her back until she’s flush against the bike, shifting my body without breaking our connection I start to pound into her. I press my face between her big tits and nuzzle my bearded cheek between them before placing a kiss to the side of each. I watch as goose bumps break out over her skin. I love the feel of her soft skin against my beard.
“Come for me, baby. Give me that goodness.”
I reach to pin her legs over my shoulders then lean in to take her mouth again. As soon as I plunge my tongue into her mouth, she gushes around my cock, causing me to follow right behind her. I keep pumping my hips, not wanting it to end, already feeling my cock isn’t spent.
“I need to get you to my bed.” I chuckle and kiss her sweaty face. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Eva
I can’t believe it, I had hot, dirty sex with Brick. Sorry, Owen. None of my dreams measured up to the real thing. He’s huge.
Not only in length, but his girth is more than impressive. I know I’m going to be super sore in the morning, but I don’t care.
We lie there covered in sweat on his bike for a few minutes, before he pulls out of me and scoops me into his arms. With little effort, he carries me to the elevator that takes us up to the main level of his apartment. He makes me feel much smaller than I am.
He walks us straight into his bedroom, placing me in the center of the bed before he heads into the en suite bathroom. He returns with a wet washcloth and climbs on the bed prying my legs open.
I look away shyly and hear him chuckle. He leans over my body, cupping my face with his free hand. He kisses my lips softly. It’s a tenderness I’m not expecting.
“This is mine. Don’t be shy with me, darlin’,” he says against my lips, gently stroking me clean with the washcloth in his hand.
He pecks my lips one more time before returning to his task. Once satisfied with his job, he tosses the rag and starts to remove my shoes. He then pulls my dress the rest of the way off and unclasps my bra from my torso. I squirm on the bed, feeling exposed and uncomfortable.
I mean, look at him. Brick earned his name from Cage once he started to bulk up as a teen, or at least that’s what everyone says. Me, on the other hand, I’m jelly and rolls to compliment.
Owen gives me a knowing look. “You are beautiful. Every inch of you. You don’t see yourself like you should. Sexy, curvy, toned, and perfect,” he says while punctuating his words with kisses to my lips, belly, thighs, and then he starts his way back up my body.
“If you say so.” I snort.
He looks up from my belly, where his lips just finished caressing my skin. Like a panther he climbs up my body. “Darlin’, you know the code better than anyone else. I don’t lie, so when I say you’re perfect, that’s the truth,” he says as he hovers above me, his nose to my nose.
“Okay,” I whisper.
He fists a handful of my hair and tugs my head back. His full lips come down on mine, setting my body ablaze all over again. He groans into my mouth and cups one of my breasts with his free hand. I arch my back, pushing into him. I love the feel of his beard brushing my skin and grazing my lips.
He plays my nipple with his thumb like his favorite instrument. I’m so hot for him, I feel like my skin is burning. His heated body hovering above mine does nothing to help the situation. He’s only scorching me with his masculine heat and power.
His kiss is hungry and commanding. I don’t realize I’m fisting the sheets until my fingers start to hurt from the death grip I have on the fabric. Owen breaks the kiss only long enough to tear his own T-shirt over his head. I try to give as good as I’m getting. Releasing the sheets, I reach for his back and dig my nails in.
He growls and shifts his big body to shove his jeans off. He moves again until he’s lined up with my entrance, his thick shaft pushing at my folds. I’m so wet. He slides easily up and down my drenched lips. I rock my hips in frustration, needing him to penetrate me now.
“You want my cock, baby girl?” He chuckles against my lips.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Tell me how much you want me,” he says, and I feel myself gush at the sound of his husky voice.
“Please, I need you.”
“How much, baby?” he replies, looking me in my eyes. His green stare burns through my soul.
“Please, Owen, I need you so much it hurts,” I moan.
“Mmm,” he grunts, but he doesn’t slide into me the way I need him to.
Instead, he moves down my body and settles between my legs. I shoot my hands into his hair. He grips my thighs and takes his first lick of my inner thigh, only to follow with a lick on the opposite one as well.
The brush of his beard and tongue on my skin has me keening for more. When he takes his first stroke against my puffy, wet lips with his tongue, I lose it.
