Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [31]
He released her from his mouth, still meeting her gaze, to drag his tongue up over the pointed pink tip. She saw the wetness he’d left, glistening in the moonlight. He moved his tongue in a slow circle around her nipple, ending with the leisurely licks one might give an ice cream cone.
She trembled at his ministrations, literally thought she’d come apart soon. But she didn’t want to come yet—she wasn’t a multiple orgasm sort of girl, so she needed to save it, needed to soak up more of him before she climaxed.
She said the words she’d been saying to him in her mind, without even an ounce of hesitation—although they came out breathy. “Fuck me, Braden. Fuck me.” Like other certain words, she seldom used that one, but Braden had brought it out of her almost naturally, in front of the webcam, and now.
He kissed her again, heatedly, then leaned near her ear to whisper a promise. “I’m gonna fill you up, honey.”
With that, he reached for the drawstring on her pants and pulled, then grabbed for the waistband, taking her panties as well when she lifted her ass. She shoved at his T-shirt as she kicked her pants off— what had been slow and rhythmic up to now had just turned more urgent. She had to have him inside her. Her body ached for him. Her pussy pulsed with need.
Above her, Braden ripped his shirt off over his head, then unzipped his jeans and pushed them off with her help. His cock stretched naked now against her bare thigh, so utterly hard, and damp at the end, making her cunt surge yet again. The sheets concealed him from the waist down, but his chest appeared broad and his arms and shoulders sculpted in the shadowy light.
She watched as he reached for the jeans he’d just discarded, digging in a pocket, flipping open a wallet. She waited, trying to be patient, as he tore into a small packet. Unfortunately, the blankets blocked the moonlight from illuminating his erection as he rolled the condom on.
He pushed her legs apart with both hands, and she savored his masculine touch on her inner thighs. “Fuck me,” she said again. Just letting that inner bad girl back out some more. Just to excite him.
“Soon,” he replied, stunning her.
Soon? Before she could protest, though, Braden disappeared swiftly under the covers and, a few seconds later, dragged one long, luxurious lick up the center of her pussy. “Oh God!” she cried, the pleasure spiraling through her like electricity, leaving her astonished she didn’t come just from that.
And then he was moving smoothly back up her body, positioning his hips over hers, pushing at her moisture, forcing his way inside, and—God, he was big! She pulled in her breath at the marvelous impact, adjusting to the sense of fullness, quite sure she’d never been with a man so large. He hadn’t lied—about filling her up. Or the Washington Monument. She involuntarily curled her fingernails into his smooth shoulders, her teeth clenched.
“You okay?” he asked.
She nodded, tried to speak. “You’re huge.”
His grin shone with manly arrogance. “Told you.”
“I’ve never . . . um . . .” She couldn’t form words.
“Does it hurt?”
She gave her head a shake against the pillow. “No, I’m just trying . . . to get used to . . .” She was squeezing the phrases out between heavy breaths.
“Does this help?” he asked and began to move, to thrust in slow, even drives.
Oh God, did it. “More,” she whimpered.
Her eyes fell shut, but she sensed his conceited grin. “I’ll give you more, all right, baby. I’ll give you all you can handle.”
She bit her lower lip as he increased his strokes, making them longer, deeper. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, locking at the ankles. He groaned in response, his hands molding to her hips as he pumped into her. “I knew you’d be tight, baby, so wet and tight for me.”
Laura had found his dirty talk arousing on the computer, but hearing it in that deep, seductive voice nearly stole her breath. This man knew exactly how to do something no other man ever had—make her forget all about being sensible and