Taking Control (Kerr Chronicles #2)(33)
Author: Jen Frederick

“Does it taste good, bunny? Did you miss having my fat c**k in your mouth today? Did you think about me at your desk, laying you down and shoving my c**k down your throat?”

She nods and moans around me, but doesn’t stop the pace.

“I thought of you today, all day. My pants were so tight. I thought about your hot little body wrapped around mine. I fantasized about your mouth sucking me down. I nearly passed out at the memory of your throat bulging with my dick and the raspy notes of want you voiced after I’d f**ked your mouth and throat so hard. I wanted you to come to my office so I could hoist you onto the desk and pull down your panties. I imagine your cunt slick and ready for me. Your little lips swollen with need. Your moans fill my office as I devour you. While you’re still coming from your first orgasm, I slide my fingers inside your spasming channel and stroke you until you soak my hand as well.”

One hand abandons my c**k to dip between her legs. Christ, that’s hot. I keep talking because I’m not supposed to touch her.

“What do you feel between your legs? Are you slippery? Do you feel empty? I can see your thighs clenching. I imagine your pu**y is clenching too. It wants my c**k filling it up, doesn’t it?”

She takes me deeper, and whether it’s to shut me up or turn me on even more, I don’t know and I don’t care. At the first entrance into her throat, I’m speechless. Then she swallows and the muscles tighten all around me. I shout out a warning to her, “Goddammit, I’m coming.” She only sucks harder, and I come, barely keeping upright as my entire focus centers around my groin. Pumping almost helplessly against her, she holds my hips in her soft hands to keep me from choking her. And when she’s drunk it all down, my softened c**k slips out of her mouth.

I loosen my grip on the wall to tuck one hand under her chin and tangle my other in her long golden strands. Tipping her head back, I search for visible affirmation that this is what she wanted. Her face glows in satisfaction, and in her eyes I see pride and power and confidence. Sinking to my knees, I take her mouth with mine as gently as possible. “You undo me,” I whisper against her lips and then kiss her even more tenderly, tasting myself on her tongue.

“I wanted that,” she croaks, the abrasion of her throat altering her tone. Impossibly, I harden again at the sound, as the memory of her swallowing me whole threatens to overwhelm me. With effort, I rise and pull her into my arms, carrying her into the bedroom.

As the high of the orgasm wears off, I feel an ache in my chest, thighs, and face from the earlier beating. I keep the lights low so she can’t see any developing bruises. Pulling back the sheets with one hand as I hold her against my chest with the other, I lay her gently onto the bed and cover her with the comforter.

“Stay here,” I order. In the bathroom, I quickly wash my face, throwing the washrag in the trash after I see that makeup has soiled it. It takes a hard scrubbing to get it all off, and it’s almost more painful to remove the makeup from my bruises then it was to get the lacerations in the first place. Tomorrow I’ll have to ask Tiny exactly how women do it. Or maybe I’ll just watch her and discover it for myself. The clothes I borrowed from Kaga are tossed in the same bin.

Making sure most of the lights are out, I return to her. The disarray of the sheets reveals her restlessness. Kneeling by the side of the bed, I draw the covers back so her body is exposed. “Does my bunny ache?” I ask her, drawing my fingers down the center of her cunt.

“Yes,” she admits, her voice still hoarse.

“You’re going to have to make do with my mouth.”

“Bring it.” She gives a low, almost painful laugh.

I take my time, though, nuzzling her thighs and enjoying her spicy scent. Her arousal dampens my cheeks and nose as I re-acquaint myself with her treasure. With measured strokes of my tongue, I lap at her juices. This time I’m not a hungry bear marauding a buffet. I’m taking my time. This is a leisurely exploration of all the pleasure points that exist between her legs. And there are a lot.

Her little clit is stiff. I suck on it, flicking it with my tongue and enjoying the panting cries the action elicits. Her lips are engorged with blood, and though it is dark, I remember how they look: dusky and plump. I french those lips, sucking each between my lips and tickling the sensitive center with my tongue.

Two fingers slip into her, their passage made easy by her abundant arousal. Inside, I feel her hot and tight against my digits. Palm up, I stroke her with long, even caresses while I work the rest of her cunt with my mouth. Every inch gets licked. Her inner thighs are the recipients of love bites, followed by soothing pets of my tongue, and finished by tender kisses. I might not mark her neck, but I’m going to leave signs of my invasion all over her legs. My beard growth gently abrades her, adding an extra layer of sensation.

Her hands alternate between pulling at my hair and pushing at the headboard for leverage. She moans and sighs and cries, a symphony of f**king accompanied by the juicy sounds of her cunt and my own groans as I feast on the delight before me.

All too soon she’s coming. Her thighs shake and tremble, and her cries are more frantic. “Ian, Ian, Ian,” she wails. Her chants of worship make me feel like a god. The blood is rushing from my head and hardening in my cock.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, please,” she begs. “I need you.”

TWELVE

SURGING UP TO COVER HER body with mine, the scent of her clings to my unshaven cheeks. Her legs fall open, and even in the dark of night I can see her glistening between her legs. My saliva and her come have mixed to form an erotic decoration of her body.

“Why are you stopping?” she whispers as I hesitate.

“I don’t know. I see you here, and I just want to worship you.” I run my hands down her sides, shaping her form. “You’re so beautiful.”

Her cunt beckons me, and I slide the tip of my c**k in and feel her soft embrace fold around the head. I close my eyes and savor the moment, knowing I should pull out right then and sheathe myself. But I don’t want to. She mindlessly urges me forward, her hands grasping at my ass cheeks and her thighs pulling at me. I slip an inch further inside. It’s f**king heaven, and I don’t want to leave.

Her back arches and her head tips back, her entire body urging me to take her hard. I plunge inside her with one long stroke, enjoying the naked feeling of her ridged channel sliding against my bare flesh. She cries out. I bite my own lip to suppress a shout. Her heat surrounds me from crest to base. I still for a moment so that I can feel the small pulses as her sex stretches to accommodate me. A squeeze of her hand on my hip signals me that she’s ready.