My pulse throbbed between my thighs, and a fresh gush of moisture left my pussy.
I could see his chest rising and falling a bit faster as he looked at me then lowered his gaze to my pussy. The chilled air hit every part of me, the very knowledge that he was staring at me with so much passion having my body heat to furnace levels.
I didn’t stop myself from admiring his body either. I lowered my gaze down his hard, defined abdomen, over his six-pack and that cut V of muscle that was like an inverted triangle pointing right at his dick.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He sounded out of breath.
I snapped my gaze up and was caught up in his onyx stare. I found myself drowning in the depths of it, wanting to know everything about this man… wanting for him to know everything about me.
And because I was a fiend, because I wanted him so damn much… because I wanted his cock in my mouth again until I was the one bringing him over the edge, I sunk to my knees once more. He didn’t stop me, didn’t do anything but grunt in approval.
Yeah, I wanted him to fuck me, but God help, I wanted this more right now.
And once I was in position, I could only stare at his erection that was right in front of me again. I tipped my head back and looked into his face, holding my breath at the expression he had. It was fierce, dark, and powerful—manly.
“God, Macey.” He breathed those two words out erotically. Then his expression hardened. “Suck my cock again, baby.”
I felt my heart pound violently in my chest, and I licked my lips. My face felt flushed, and the look on Dalton’s probably mimicked my own.
Deep-rooted need.
“Come on, baby. Open wide and take all ten inches into that pretty mouth of yours once more. Make me almost come, let me feel the tip hit the back of your throat until your eyes water and you gag.”
I didn’t waste another minute and wrapped my hand around the hard, impossibly thick length of his shaft. God, he was not only impressively long, but his girth was so huge that I couldn’t even touch my fingers together as I held him.
He grunted from the contact, and I squeezed my thighs together, as if that would ease the ache that settled right in my pussy.
Dalton speared his hands into my hair, his nails digging into my scalp, the sting of pain making me moan. I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock, his taste slightly salty but had a hint of something more masculine, more potent. It was my turn to moan then. I opened wide, trying to get as much of his monster cock in my mouth as I could.
“Christ, baby. Take it all, Macey. Take every last fucking inch.” His hips jerked forward as if they had a mind of their own, and I loved that he had no control right now.
I curled my nails into his muscular thighs at the same time he started to pull out of my mouth and then push back in. He mouth-fucked me slow and easy at first, and I found herself moving my tongue along his flesh, tasting a burst of saltiness as his pre-cum coated my taste buds. Every so often, he’d hit the back of my throat, causing my eyes to water, but having me hungry for more.
A carnal need to taste all of him, to have his cum slide down my throat, spurred my motions. I started moving my head back and forth, up and down, wanting him so unhinged he couldn’t stop himself from orgasming.
“Yes. Fuck yes.” His hold on my hair tightened, and his thrusting hips became even more frantic in his need for release.
I could practically feel how much he wanted to get off, and it turned me on even more.
“Fuck, Macey. Take it all. Take all of my fucking cock, baby.”
I closed my eyes and focused on getting him off. It was like I was addicted to the taste of him, like I was desperate for his cum down my throat.
I never thought giving a man head could bring me so much pleasure, but my pussy was soaked, and I felt my pulse beating in my clit. God, I wanted Dalton inside me so badly.
Dalton thrust once, twice, and stilled on the third as he buried his dick all the way in my mouth. I felt his balls bump my chin and then his cum start to coat the back of my throat as he got off. I hummed in approval as I swallowed it all, feeling like my gag reflex might take over but pushing that bitch down. I needed this. I needed him.
I felt my own pleasure mounting, knew that once he stretched my pussy with this big cock of his, I wouldn’t last. I’d explode for him. And I unashamedly wanted to reach between my thighs and rub myself, move my finger back and forth over my clit, but if I did that, I’d come, and I wanted to feel him pounding into me when that happened.
Dalton’s grip tightened in my hair, and he pushed my head back, my lips coming free from the suction of his shaft. His hold on my hair was strong, and I felt a drip of his cum start to slide out the corner of my mouth.
“Lick that up,” he demanded in a harsh voice.
I ran my tongue along my lips, tasting the salty essence of him, obeying him right away.
“Good girl,” he murmured and hauled me up, my breasts swaying from the force of the action. And then his mouth crashed against mine, our teeth clashing together in heated desire. I felt his hands move down my body to cup my ass. I felt his dick start to harden again between our bodies, and I gasped at the fact that he was so worked up he could get stiff right away. I pressed closer, needing the contact, needing our flesh right up against each other until nothing else mattered.
When I felt Dalton run his tongue along my bottom lip, I shivered, wondering if I would deny him anything, if I ever could. I felt not just arousal and attraction to him. I felt something deeper, more profound. It didn’t make sense, but it did feel right.
My body might be running the show right now, but I was letting my heart lead the way, and it was telling me this was the man for me.
Chapter Nine
Dalton
“Macey,” I groaned her name. I knew I should be gentle, go slow. I didn’t want to scare her, to be too forceful or possessive. But fuck, I couldn’t help myself.
I fucking loved that Macey didn’t deny me. She moved to the bed instantly, sat down, and I couldn’t help but stare at her curves, at how purely feminine she appeared in every single fucking way.
“Lie back fully for me. Spread those thighs and let me see how pink that pussy is.”
When she was laid out like an offering, all I could do was stare at her. Macey was so fucking hot, lush and plump, perfect in every way. I was hard and hungry all at the same time. The sight of every inch of her body on display for my visual pleasure was slowly draining what little self-control I had left, but the truth was, I wasn’t trying very hard to deny myself. The idea of teasing her to the brink of orgasm and denying her that pleasure was a fucking turn on, but I knew I couldn’t do that. I’d come without even being inside her once again if I did.
“Spread your legs wider. Let me really see that sweet pussy of yours.”
She did as I said, her legs being pulled up, her feet flat on the bed. She bent her knees and let her thighs fall open as far as they’d go. My vision was trained right on her cunt. I watched as her outer lips parted, showing me the petal-pink color of her inner ones. Fucking hell was she gorgeous, soaked and swollen and all mine. I didn’t waste any time.
I took residence between her legs and placed my hand on one of her inner thighs, pushing her open even farther, watching as her pussy spread even wider for me. Her cunt was a thing of beauty, all smooth, glistening with the wetness I caused. She was primed for me, but I wanted her even more soaked. I wanted her dripping with nectar until she drenched the sheets beneath her.