Wicked Burn(16)
Author: Beth Kery

Guess you learn something new about yourself every day, Niall thought dazedly as Vic pulled her up until she straddled his lap. He had already torn the wrapper off a condom and was in the process of sliding it down the considerable length of his reanimated cock. Her pussy sizzled at the erotic sight, but she forced herself to frown in disapproval when Vic met her eyes. She couldn’t let him get away with spanking her as he just had.

Nevertheless, when his lips curved into that naughty, sexy cowboy grin, she didn’t utter a word of protest. Her body moved in synchronization with his as his left arm encircled her waist and he held up his cock.

Niall gasped when he lowered her slowly, skewering her with his steely hard flesh.

Vic’s grin faded into oblivion at the sensation of her muscular, clasping vagina enfolding the first several inches of his cock. He pumped up with his hips while he held her steady for his thrust. A grunt of savage satisfaction vibrated his throat when he slipped into her tight, slippery sheath another few inches.

“Ah, Christ, you’ve got the sweetest little pussy,” he muttered between clenched teeth. He felt her tremble in his hands. His eyes leapt to her face. He immediately paused when he saw discomfort blending with her arousal. Guilt dimmed his lust. Maybe he shouldn’t be fucking her like this until she’d become more accustomed to him. When he was on top of her, he could apply a steady downward pressure at the same time that he opened her body wide with his hands.

But then he felt her vaginal muscles tightening around him, drawing him inward, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to back out of her.

“Try to relax,” he soothed. He sent the thumb of the hand that cradled her between the flushed, swollen folds of her labia. He felt her quiver and flex around his cock as he began to stimulate her clit. Her eyes fluttered closed as he plucked and pressed against that well-lubricated little button. His teeth clenched tight in restraint when she began to make tiny circular undulations with her hips, stroking his cock to as much good effect as she stimulated herself.

She put her hands on his shoulders and bucked forward slightly with her hips, getting the indirect pressure she needed on her clit in order to come.

“Fuck,” Vic grated out as he watched Niall do a subtle, erotic little dance on the end of his cock. When he felt her heat flood around him and heard her sexy little whimpers, when her muscular walls began to massage him, he growled in agonized pleasure.

“Get down on that,” he muttered through a snarl. He grabbed her hips and thrust up until his aching balls pressed snugly to her wet, delicate tissues.

She cried out sharply. Her body began to shudder more violently in orgasm. She pressed her face to his neck and whimpered mindlessly as pleasure crashed through her.

Vic’s eyes remained clamped shut. The combination of holding her while she shuddered in climax and being buried in the epicenter of it was indescribably arousing. He hung on desperately for control as Niall trembled and milked his cock like a silken fist. When her spasms finally waned, he took a few moments to gather himself, feeling like the survivor of a particularly powerful storm.

Niall’s eyes blinked open heavily when she felt Vic spread his big hands along her hips, sinking his fingers into her buttocks.

“Ahhhh,” she moaned uncontrollably when he began to slowly rock her up and down and around on his cock. She had dazedly wondered earlier, when he had first pierced her flesh with his cock, how she could have loved it so much that first night. He filled her to the point of unbearable tightness. But as the hard, smooth knob of his penis slowly massaged some supersensitive place deep inside of her, Niall recalled why she’d become so frantic with lust.

She remembered all too well.

“Yes . . . oh, yes!” she cried breathlessly. Her hips began to join in the pleasurable rhythm of their mating.

“Lean back a little,” Vic ordered tensely. When she did, his eyes fixed on the hard, dark pink berries of her nipples as she moved on top of him like a sleek, sinuous cat. When she held on to his shoulders and started to wildly buck up and down on his cock, he winced at the pleasure. He spanked her bottom lightly, getting her attention.

“Hold still a minute,” he ordered, his eyes flashing up to her sweat-glazed face. He willed his hips to stay still even though he was sheathed in a wet, warm pussy that was both about two sizes too small for his cock and fit him perfectly—whichever way you wanted to look at it.

Niall stared down at him, panting heavily as he secured her hip with one hand while the other trailed gently up the sensitive side of her torso. She bit her lip to restrain a loud moan. Something about the way that Vic could be so hard and relentless during lovemaking, but at the same time gave the lightest, most sensitive caresses, excited her unbearably.

“Vic,” she entreated huskily as his hand swept beneath her armpit and cradled a breast from below. Niall squirmed in his lap in intense arousal when he stared at her for a few seconds. He smacked her bottom once to still her and then leaned forward—as though he had all the time in the world—and flicked her nipple with his tongue.

Niall’s vagina flexed inward in excruciating arousal as she watched him lick and lave the sensitive kernel of flesh. Vic must have felt her uncontrollable inner caress because his eyes flashed up to her face. Her eyes widened at something she saw in his gaze. The next thing she knew, he’d flung his arm over her shoulder and gripped her hip and ass tightly, completely immobilizing her body on his lap.

He took a good portion of her breast into his warm mouth and began to agitate and torture the captive nipple. Niall whimpered and moaned as he lashed at the sensitive flesh with his tongue and bit her between his front teeth. She felt his cock surge and swell inside of her body at the same time that he held her nipple still with his teeth and rubbed tightly against it with his stiffened tongue.

She exploded again. Because he forced her into immobility, her orgasm had a tight, concentrated quality to it that verged on pain.

Vic growled at the sensation of liquid heat gushing around his cock. He leaned back on the pillows, dug his fingers into her ass, and began to lift her up and down on him at the same time that he pumped and withdrew in short strokes. He moved her over him in a tight, sinuous, circular rhythm, rocking her hips back and forth as he moved in and out of her, stimulating her clit. She continued to massage and suck his cock inward as she came. She was so light that he lifted her with ease before plunging her back down, serving her sleek little body to his straining cock.

Why, exactly, had he always preferred ample, voluptuous women when he might have been enjoying such a taut, fluid ride? He’d always assumed that they’d be able to weather his rough manner in bed, and for the most part he’d been right. But Niall stood as solid proof that a woman didn’t have to be nice and fleshy to like it good and hard.