Then.
His.
Mouth.
Is.
On.
Me.
Lifting my head, I throw it back with a cry as he eats me. I’ve never. Not like this before. He isn’t soft or sweet, he’s insistent. He wants me, wants me to come, and he wants it on his tongue.
He also lets me move just enough to find my rhythm, to find what I need, but not enough that I have any kind of control. It is clear that he is the one in charge here and I don’t mind—not in the slightest.
It doesn’t take me long. It’s almost in record time. I come. It’s hard and fast, his tongue flicking my clit, his rough beard scraping my inner thighs—it’s amazing.
“Don’t ever stop,” I breathe as I continue to push against his face even after I’ve come down from my climax.
He continues to lap at me, his urgency now gone and he only languidly strokes me with his tongue. My entire body is limp, my muscles completely lax. He doesn’t stop, he continues and I can do nothing but accept the satisfying touch of his tongue that is, until he slowly eases away from me.
Chapter Four
ANA
I’m sure that I’m supposed to be doing something super seductive right about now, but I can’t even move, not even if I wanted to. That was the best orgasm I think I’ve ever had, no, I know that it is. It was amazing, and my lips curve up into a smile that I couldn’t wipe off of my face even if I wanted to.
“Baby,” Daniel purrs.
Cracking one eye open, I smile at him. He’s sitting on the bed, his cock in his hand as he watches me. His eyes are dark, needy, so full of desire. Licking my lips, I push up to my knees, my muscles still loose and twitchy from my climax.
“C’mon, baby,” he whispers. Looking at his cock, I lift my gaze to meet his and tilt my head to the side. He chuckles. “Need your pussy, Ana.”
He’s sitting up, his back against the wall behind him, his knees spread and cocked. I climb between his legs, then straddle his hips. His hand that he was stroking himself with guides his dick to my center.
“Slowly,” he rasps.
I start to sink down along his length. I don’t get far, his hands wrap around my hips, and he stops me when I’ve only taken his head inside of me. Lifting my eyes, my lips part as I start to ask him what’s wrong.
His hands apply pressure and he slowly guides me up and down along his head, never allowing me to sink down any farther.
“You’ll get more, baby. When I say.”
Control.
He wants to control it all, and I’m sure I shouldn’t like it as much as I do, but I really really do. This is a way of controlling me even when I’m on top. Goose bumps break out over my entire skin as he continues to move me up and down, slowly, never allowing me to take more of him inside of me.
“Please,” I plead.
Daniel’s head is tipped down as he watches our bodies move, or rather, he watches the way that he moves my body. He hums, lifting his head, his eyes finding mine. He brings me down just a little bit more on the next downstroke.
“Because you asked so nicely,” he rasps. “Cup your tits.”
It’s filthy, and I love every second of being with him. This is what I was missing. I didn’t want just physical, I wanted it all, and Dutch is that for me—he’s everything that I didn’t know I needed, but wanted all the same.
Cupping my breasts, I squeeze them, then pinch my nipples and lightly tug on them. He grunts, allowing me to take more of him. I moan as he stretches me. He’s bigger than Gator, and since Gator was the only man I’ve ever been with, it burns with each centimeter he allows me to take more of.
“You’ll have your fun, but first, I’ll have mine,” he breathes.
Licking my lips, I nod my head, my eyes never leaving his. I continue to play with my breasts, loving the way his nostrils flare, the way he watches every moment as if he’s never seen anything quite like it before.
DUTCH
I hum as I tug her completely down to the root, allowing her to finally take all of me. She lets out a cry, her pussy fitting around me like a tight warm glove. I’ve never felt this before, a woman who fits me so perfectly. As if her body was molded for my dick alone.
She sighs, and I smile at the sight of her. Ana’s head is tipped back, her long dark hair cascading down her back. She’s cupping her tits, her fingers frozen mid-pinch around her nipples. Her mouth parted in awe and her eyes closed.
Fucking beautiful.
Just as I knew she would be.
There is a moment of silence. I don’t force her to move. I don’t really need her to, either. Ana’s pussy is a pure slice of heaven and if I wanted to come, it would happen within seconds.
Grinding my teeth, I give her a moment to adjust, to enjoy the feel of her man filling her. She better fucking enjoy it too, because I’m the only man that will be inside of her again, for the rest of her goddamn life.
“Move, but go slow, I want to see everything,” I rasp.
She doesn’t even lift her head, her hips start to roll as she fucks me—slow. She continues to play with her gorgeous tits and I continue to watch the beautiful show happening above me. Licking the pad of my thumb, I press it against her clit and begin to slowly rub circles against her sweet nub.
“Daniel,” she gasps, lifting her head as her hips jerk.
“Fuck me, Ana. Fuck me hard. Like you goddamn mean it,” I growl.
I am so close, so fucking close. I need her to ride me with everything she has. Ana releases her tits, her hands reach forward and her fingers press against my pecs. Wrapping one of my hands around her waist, I wrap the other in the back of her hair and tug her head back.
“Ride, baby,” I rasp.
She does. She does it expertly. Her tits and her ass shake. Her ass claps together, her tits sway as she takes what she needs from me and I—I fill her with every drop of cum inside of my body.
I know when she climaxes, her pussy clamps down around me and she cries out as her body trembles, then she stills before she falls down, her chest pressing against mine, her lips touching my neck.
Releasing my grip of her waist and hair, I wrap my arms around her to keep her exactly where I want her, pressed against me, her soft against my skin her sweet breaths washing over my flesh.
Closing my eyes, I tell myself that this was worth every second of waiting for her and deep down, I know that it’s true. This was worth it all, past, present, and future shit that will no doubt be thrown our way.
Chapter Five
ANA
Reaching out, I let out a grunt when I realize that the bed is cold. Regret washes over me, not because I was with Dutch last night, but because I think that somehow it meant more to me than him. He’s gone.
Sitting up, I gather the light sheet and tuck it beneath my arms so that it covers me as I look around the room. It’s surprisingly neater than I had anticipated and then I see it in the corner. It looks like a smaller version of a picnic table with attached benches. Except these are padded with black padding.
“Spanking bench, but spanking really isn’t my thing, not unless it’s needed.”