Instead, I focused on anchoring my writhing woman to the sofa with one forearm banded across her abdomen, as I continued the taunting circuit repeatedly. Every time, Rio dug her short fingernails into my flesh while I spun her out of control with desire. Slick, hot plentitudes of it.
“Christ, can you hear how wet you are?” I asked in a low growl. “After you come for me, I’m going to make a feast out of all of this sweet juice, baby. I mean, just look at the mess you’re making.”
I leaned over her, holding my shiny, sticky fingers between our faces.
“You see that? It’s all from you, Rio. Taste yourself, baby.” I put my flat palm closer to her mouth then and instructed, “Lick.”
I was entranced by the sight of her cleaning my finger with her talented pink tongue. She made erotic swipes up and down each side until I closed the space between our faces and joined her. With my own tongue, I washed my finger too, meeting Rio’s tongue to twirl and stroke my digit between us. Our licking and sucking grew to fevered intensity, and I had to either taste her pussy directly from the source or fuck her. Either one, but I would embarrass myself and come in my shorts if I didn’t make a move.
“Good girl,” I crooned. “But now, let me back in this cunt, woman.” I moved back down her body, and my hands went right to the treasure between her legs. I toyed with her like that for a while, entranced with the gorgeous textures of her swollen clit and labia, before I gave in to temptation once again—and leaned in to take them with a tender kiss.
“Oh, God!” Rio blurted. “Grant…ohhhh!”
“Good, baby?” I queried, halfway serious. “Yeah?”
“I don’t know,” she gasped, thrashing her head against the cushions. For an extended second, feeling like the world’s luckiest voyeur, I simply watched her. I envisioned what we must look like from the stars, with her spread for me like a carnal feast. The only thing better about the vision would be me fucking her like the animal I now felt like. “I…I don’t know!” she repeated, voice rising with her exigency.
“Quiet,” I reminded quickly.
Her next words were instantly softer. “It’s so sensitive. It’s…it’s so…It feels…I feel like I’m going to come in one minute.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
I chuckled it out, letting her feel the vibrations along the insides of her thighs. Though I was being snarky and hypothetical, I almost expected her comeback anyway. She didn’t say a word, opting to grab my hair in both hands and hold my head between her legs. I finished her off in a little more than the minute she’d estimated, but I gave her a pass on the poor guess.
She galloped across the finish line with one of my large hands covering her mouth and the other very busy between her legs, finger fucking her like a madman. All the while, I sucked and licked that precious pink paradise like it was the last time I would ever have the chance.
“Holy shit, Grant Twombley,” she stammered out a few minutes later, still trying to even out her breathing. “What has gotten into you tonight?”
“As opposed to last night?”
She smacked my shoulder. “You know what I mean.”
“Or the one before that?”
“That was…” Then she rolled her head over as if I’d returned the playful nudge. “Shit, that was just…”
I chuckled softly. “I’m obsessed with you. I can’t help it.” I buried my face in her neck and sucked her sweat-slicked skin. “I need more. Need to be inside you, Rio.”
“Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked with a challenging look.
“Hmm.” I pondered. “Perhaps…a new view.”
“Huh?”
“Kneel.” I patted the cushion of the sofa. “Face the back.” If we didn’t break this piece of furniture after this, it would be a miracle. “I’m in the mood for a rough ride, Blaze. Can you take it? Can you stay quiet?”
“Just stick your dick in me, Tree. Let me worry about the rest.” She rolled her head, grabbed the back of the sofa, and faced forward. Her position put her sweet little ass in the perfectly vulnerable place for a spank after that sassy remark. I followed the first swat with a few more, in case she considered being that bratty again.
“Grant!” she shouted.
“Quiet,” I hissed. “Or there will absolutely be more where that came from.” I meant it completely, especially as I drank in my visual fill of her. “Christ. Look how pretty this ass is with my handprint on it.”
Roughly, I rubbed the blooming red mark deeper into her flesh. Rio replied with a long, lush moan from behind her pressed lips. The sound of her whimpers, blending with the night wind, formed a tent in my shorts as painful as it was prominent.
“Christ,” I grated. “I seriously didn’t think my dick could get any harder than it was.”
But remarkably, the prolonged sight of her perfect backside did just that. I stroked my hand down her back, fighting to be smooth and masterful, before sliding my fingers between her legs and finding her perfect, sensitive spot.
“Fuck, baby, this wet cunt is killing me.” I pushed a couple fingers in, and she gasped.
“God, yes. So good!” Rio pushed her bottom back, and I slid a third finger into her slick, sweet hole. “Fuuuck,” she hissed, though the sound approached another audible explosion. “I’m trying to be quiet. I swear I am!”
I leaned over, pressing my chest against her back, before saying against her ear, “Do I need to gag you, Blaze? I’m sure I can come up with something around here to do it with.”
Her walls convulsed tighter around my fingers. I should’ve been happy with that, but I tempted fate even more by ruthlessly turning my hand over to again stimulate her G-spot.
“Grant!” She was still at a whisper but barely clung to the control. Urgency changed the octave of her voice and turned her breaths into stuttering puffs. “D-Don’t do that. Please…”
“But baby, doesn’t it feel so good?” I blatantly teased. “You know it does.” I bit solidly into the side of her neck, which had her sucking in more shaky air through her nostrils. “I’m going to keep fingering you like this for as long as I damn well please. And you’re going to take every second of it, baby, and you’re going to love it. Then I’m going to ram my big cock inside you, and you’re going to fucking love that more.”
More shuddering pants, sawing in and out of her lips. More exquisite tremors, taking over every inch of her torrid tunnel. “But…I can’t stay quiet…with all that stimu—ahhh! Shit! Grant!”
“Ssshhh! Quiet!” I warned. “Do I really need to get that gag?”
“Please.” She thrashed her head left to right again, doubling the pressure in my cock. How I loved taming my gorgeous little rebel. “Don’t do it.”
But while her lips mouthed the protest, she pushed her pussy onto my hand harder and harder with each inward stroke. Hastily, I looked around, and—Bingo. The T-shirt I’d been wearing earlier was nearby, piled on the corner of the cushion. Quickly, I handed it to Rio.
“I’m not going to be gentle, baby,” I growled. “So just get that through your pretty head right now and take care of the screams I’m going to give you.”