He yanks my shorts and my panties off, peeling them down my legs and tossing them aside.
“Holy fuck,” he groans, when he sees that I’m completely bare. I decided to start waxing a while ago. I do a lot of yoga and get sweaty and it just felt better so I kept doing it. He pulls my legs wider, positioning himself between them, nuzzling me and kissing my skin. “Mine. And now I’m going to eat this perfect little wet pink pussy until you come hard. Are you ready for me?”
Oh, God. Am I?
“Wrap your legs around my shoulders. That’s it. Now say, ‘Eat me, Gage. Make me come, fuck me hard with that big cock.’ Say it.”
“Please, Gage.”
I moan as Gage’s tongue bathes my pussy with warm, wet, ruthless strokes. He licks my clit slowly, swirling it with his tongue as he slides two fingers into me, rubbing an excruciatingly sensitive place inside me. I sob with pleasure. It’s too good. He continues his languid rhythm and I move with him, writhing against his greedy mouth. He eats into me, licking and sucking hungrily. He’s dirty. And so, so good at this. His fingers stroke my inner softness as his mouth fastens over my clit. I twist because the pleasure is crazy. He stays with me and I moan his name as he suckles my taut bud, using his tongue and his mouth and his fingers relentlessly until the rapture climbs to a rushing swell that’s more than I can handle. Arched against his mouth, I cry out. He nurses the pleasure, sucking harder and rubbing faster as my inner muscles spasm in voluptuous bursts that squeeze and saturate his sticky fingers.
Gage’s mouth gentles but he continues to eat at me, like he’s addicted. Like he’ll never be able to get enough. I can’t move. I’m dazed by a physical euphoria that’s drugging. It’s sort of mind-blowing how outrageously intimate this is. His mouth and his tongue explore and suckle, his rough beard heightening the pleasure-pain as he tenderly coaxes another wave of bliss. And another.
Time takes on an otherworldly feel. I lose count of the orgasms. Six, maybe.
Then he climbs up my body, swiping his forearm across his wet mouth lasciviously, pulling off his shirt, which dishevels his hair even more. Wow. His powerful chest is dusted with dark hair. I reach out to touch my fingers to his eight-pack, fascinated by the smooth, quilted perfection of his muscles. His olive skin looks dark in the morning light. He straddles me, holding me down. He releases my hands, untying me.
An understanding shimmers in the pale inflections of his eyes. They’re extraordinary eyes. Dark-rimmed and lightning-bright.
He’s checking, I realize. To make sure I’m not scared.
I’ll never hurt you.
I know he won’t hurt me. I almost want him to hurt me, because the pain Gage gives is all about intense, stunning pleasure.
I lay quietly, my pussy still fluttering with ripples of lingering pleasure.
“Are you ready for more, baby girl?”
I’ll be careful with you. I want to make you happy.
“I’m ready for everything.”
Something wild and restless is taking place between us. Wild lust with a deeper edge.
I love him. And he loves me.
It’s so unlikely, so sudden.
So real.
I want to follow it, and see where it leads. I want him to infuse me with his glory.
As he leans closer, my hands slide over the nape of his neck. Into that thick black hair. I pull him down to me so his face is close to mine.
“I want you so damn much,” he murmurs, staring into my eyes.
Reaching up to him, I kiss his mouth in a seductive claim. I arch closer and our bodies meet in tantalizing harmony. Rigid, uncompromising hardness over supple, inviting softness.
Gage supports his weight as he unbuttons his jeans. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom packet.
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him, “but put it on if you want.”
His gaze is searching.
“You don’t make that mistake twice,” I whisper. How empowering it is to talk, even in whispers, about what now feels like an entirely different lifetime.
“I’ve never done it without holstering the gun.” He considers this for a milli-second. Then he kicks off his jeans. “But hell yes, baby, if you’ll have me bareback then that’s what you’re going to get. I’m going to fill you up with my hot seed until you’re fucking swimming in it.”
I gasp, as I get my very first glimpse at his … Jesus. His cock is freaking colossal. Long and thick, stunningly hard, dusky and taut against his arrow line of hair—all the way up his stomach—with a glimmer of moisture at the broad tip. It’s hot-looking with ridges of smooth veins. He’s not only ridiculously well-hung he’s also very, very aroused.
I lace my hand over my mouth and I can’t stop a burst of laughter from escaping as my head falls back on the pillow.
He lays his big, playful, fever-hot body over mine. “I’m not sure what to say when your first reaction is laughter.”
This makes me laugh even more. “It’s huge.”
Gage’s smile turns hot as he holds his massive cock in his fist. “Yes,” he murmurs darkly. “And it wants to fuck that perfect little juicy-as-fuck pussy until you’re tugging the cum out of me in hot gushes.”
Oh, God.
He touches the head of his cock to my still-pulsing pussy. He rubs the warm, broad crown with its seeping bead of moisture over my clit, which is so sensitive from the six orgasms he’s already given me, I feel the pleasure rushes starting again. What I’m learning is that Gage McCabe is outstandingly gifted. And that his endowments to die for are exactly that. It’s a hot, thick magic wand and he knows exactly how to use it. He swirls the head against my hyper-sensitive nub, teasing the pleasure higher. As he feels the throb of my orgasm starting, he eases the head of his cock inside me. I’m too tight, but so slippery from his mouth and my own honey, he slides further inside me. He uses the wetness to force his way deeper. And deeper. It’s too much. The stretching burn of his enormous cock sliding thickly into me pushes me over another precipice of unendurable pleasure. My pussy clenches tightly around his bulk in a furtive rhythm.
Gage groans an agonized hum. “Hell, I can’t hold this. Luna. Luna. You’re heaven on earth. Oh, fuck.”
Gage comes hard, his breath hissing between his clenched teeth as his cock bucks violently inside me, flooding me with heat and triggering another starry wave of pleasure.
He rides my bliss in deep, crazy sync as we come together.
It lasts a long time. There’s something beyond physical about the need our bodies have for each other’s. We’re wetly, tightly bound. We’re still coming. We’re sweaty and entwined. He kisses me and my hands weave through his hair. He stares deep into my eyes as he thrusts again, triggering new tremors of rapture. I can feel the throb of him deep inside me as his cock pulses with the last gushes of his release.
Gage doesn’t pull out. He kisses me for a long time, feasting on my mouth and my breasts until his big cock is fully revived, until we’re doing it all over again, until he’s spilling more of his hot cum deep inside me.