He groans when my juices drench his fingers with just a slight caress.
“Tell me what you need, Nicole? I’ll give you anything you want,” he professes, his nose running up my neck to that soft spot behind my ear.
“You. All I want is you.”
The words have barely made it out of my lips when he falls to his knees and arches my leg over his shoulder.
“Argh!” I scream out the minute his tongue starts ravishing my pussy.
My head falls back on the oak tree as he lifts my other leg over his shoulder. My hands grab hold of his hair for support as James eats me out with such proficiency that white blind spots cover my vision. Like a man starved, his fingers sink to my ass, controlling my body to follow his tempo. My naked back skates over the oak as if nails are running down my flesh to give me that little bit of pain with my pleasure. He sucks my clit, nibbles on the sensitive flesh before releasing it from its hold to torture me with his tongue. I’m so close to combusting already it is a wonder I’m still intact.
“Please,” I beg, needing desperately to cum.
James pulls away, my juices coating his bearded chin.
“Please what?” he growls, his fingers now toying with my aching cunt.
“Make me cum, Mr. Cross. Please.”
The wolfish grin that springs forth on his face has me leaking down my thighs.
“Such a needy girl,” he taunts, inserting one of his huge fingers inside me.
“My God,” I wail, my eyes closing to enjoy the incredible sensation.
A hard slap on my ass has me opening up my lids, biting the corner on my bottom lip.
“Eyes on me, sweet girl. If you want your prize, then you have to watch me give it to you.”
I repeatedly nod, holding my breath as he adds another finger. It takes an enormous amount of effort on my part to keep my eyes open, especially when I’m staring at the man I love on his knees, ready to give me all my heart’s desires.
The instant the word ‘love’ comes into my head, my pussy clenches around his fingers.
“Fuck,” he growls, losing his mind with how my cunt is intent on keeping his digits hostage.
With stars in my eyes and love in my heart, I watch on bated breath as he sinks his head in between my thighs, intent on fucking me with his fingers and mouth. It takes me but a minute to shout out his name and cum on his tongue. My legs shake on his shoulders, my hands pulling at his hair to keep me tethered to the ground. I must lose time with the earth shattering orgasm because when I finally come back from my stupor, James is already on his feet, my legs wrapped around his waist as he plunges his tongue in my mouth. I taste myself on his lips, moaning with how good my essence mingled with his fits together so perfectly.
“I’m going to take you raw, Nicole. I don’t want anything to be in between us. Not even a fucking condom,” he growls as he pushes his pants and boxers down just enough to release his bulging cock.
“Just take me, James. I’m yours, remember?”
“You are, aren’t you?” he whispers, running his thumb over my lower lip.
I open my mouth to tell him just how much, to confess that I’ve fallen in love with him, but all my words remain trapped in my throat with the feel of his crown breaching my tight entrance and dominating it completely.
“Jesus,” he moans. “Always so fucking tight for me. You make a man like me weak.”
With one hand gripping my thigh, the other remains on my neck as he plunges his hard cock into my pussy until it’s at its hilt. The feeling of fullness takes my breath away as James lowers his head so that he can take one of my nipples into his mouth. My fingers weave through his lush hair as he sucks and bites on my sensitive orb.
“Fuck. Baby, are you on the pill?” he asks, mid-thrust.
“What?” I pant, unable to understand one word his beautiful mouth says when he’s claiming my body this way.
“Fuck it. I don’t even care. Milk me dry, my darling girl.”
He pounds into my pussy with primal, animalistic passion. Each thrust pins me to the trunk at my back, increasing the exquisite pain and pleasure. My arms wrap around his neck, my nails sinking into his shoulders. The moan he lets out tells me he enjoys the bit of pain mixed with pleasure just as much as I do. All of him is dominating and ruthless as he plays with my body like a fiddle, ringing out every emotion out of me.
I want to cry and laugh at the same time. I want to whisper words of love into his ear just as much as I want to tell him all the dirty words that will make his head spin with lust. This is what he does to me. Makes me a glutton for his cock as well as greedy to have his heart.
My lust-filled haze comes to a halting stop when I hear boots drawing closer to us. With half-mast eyes, I see Knox’s hateful stare fixed on us. My breath catches in my throat, my body growing momentarily stiff. James sees the change immediately, looking over his shoulder to see what has grabbed my attention off our lovemaking. Knox’s disgusted snarl is clear as day, even from ten feet away. At first, I think James is going to put me down and shield my naked body from his son’s gaze. But James does the very opposite of that.
“Mine,” he growls loud enough for Knox to hear and then begins to pound into me with such fervor that the whole world could be watching us fuck, and I wouldn’t care.
“Oh my god,” I scream out, only to have James pull at my hair to look at me.
“Say my name, sweet girl. I want the whole world to hear who you belong to.”
My pussy instantly leeks on his steel length as James hits that one spot inside my walls that has me seeing heaven itself.
“JAMES!”
“That’s it.”
He plows into me like a man on a mission to mark me inside out as his. And I let him. Because being his is the sweetest, most decadent thing that has ever happened to me. I cum on a wail, his name on my lips. James follows right after me, his cum filling up my womb. When I finally open my eyes, I remember that James and I aren’t alone in these woods. My gaze flings to the place where Knox had been watching us and verify that he’s no longer there.
“Hey,” James says, reaching for my chin. “We didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Are you sure? Because it feels like we have.”
“I’ll deal with my son,” he replies with a stern tone.
“James, I don’t want to be the reason why you two don’t get along.”
“The rift between Knox and I happened long before you came into the picture, sweetheart. I’m done trying to have a relationship with him when it’s obvious he doesn’t want it.”
“He’s still your son.”
“And you’re my woman.”
The endearment has me preening in his embrace. I lay my head on his beating chest, smiling when I realize he’s still mostly fully clothed while I’m bare naked.
“Let me get you dressed before you catch your death out here, sweetheart.”
Gently he places my feet back on the mushy snow, but instead of picking up my now soaked dress and camisole, he pulls off his winter coat and puts it on me. I take a whiff of his manly scent, his heat still embedded in his winter coat, warming my chilled bones. I let out a small chuckle when I see that his coat comes to a little lower on my knees, offering me more warmth than my sweater dress ever could. He picks my wet clothes up in his hand and wraps his other over my shoulder, bringing me in.