ARROGANT BRIT (A BRITISH BAD BOY ROMANCE) (12 page)

I’m ready for this, Dalton. For
you.

I let my eyes communicate that thought as my
lips pulled away, and I bit my lower lip slightly, relaxing myself beneath him.
He took the hint, rubbing his palm along my shoulder as he gazed deep into my
eyes.

Dalton’s lips met my throat again, and his
hands began to wander. I let the rising and falling of my chest draw out with
satisfaction as his hand cupped my breast under my bra, squeezing the soft,
supple flesh.

Already, I could feel that my nipples were
starting to peak, driven by pleasure and anticipation. His toughened fingers
brushed against them, rubbing the rising nubs as they began to stand at
attention, demanding his touch.

Answering their call, he lowered his lips and
took one of my nipples into his mouth. With just the right amount of pressure,
he tugged at the sensitive nub between his teeth. Letting his tongue flow
across the erect peak, he cupped my breasts with his large, strong hands,
squeezing the supple flesh and tantalizing me further.

“Oh, Dalton…” I moaned, closing my eyes and
relaxing beneath his touch. I couldn’t complete the thought aloud, because he
switched to the other nipple, squeezing tighter, biting harder, and mixing just
the right amount of pain into the pleasure.

Leaving his hands where they were, he
redirected his lips downward, kissing his way along my abdomen. I felt him
glide his hungry, lustful pecks down towards my glistening sex, and the
anticipation began to mount higher than before. Instead of going straight for the
prize, he began to kiss along the seam of my hip instead, planting his lips
along my inner thigh before switching to the other.

Meanwhile, his hands nimbly pleasured my
bosom. His fingers tweaked my nipples, rolling and squeezing them between his
fingers as he played me like an instrument.

Finally, I felt the pressure of his mouth
against my thong. I pushed upwards, eager for his attention, and he pushed
downwards to meet the intensity of my need. He began to suck against the
fabric, sliding his tongue along it to tantalize me, even tugging at the lining
with his teeth. I didn’t want him to stop kneading my bosom…

So I unclasped the bedding at either side and
began to slip off the final layer of resistance between us. After a moment, I
was finally bare for him, completely vulnerable and naked underneath his
powerful, hungry body.

“This isn’t fair,” I told him.

“What’s not fair?” He whispered, kissing into
my thigh.

“All of
my
clothes are off, but you’ve still got half of yours on…”

“We can fix that in a moment,” he chuckled.

 
Before I could retort, he descended.

Dalton’s warm breath cascaded over my bare
sex as he slipped his lips back down, parting my wet slit with that delicious
tongue of his. As he shouldered my thighs and dug his fingertips into the
fleshy softness, I felt his tongue slide up a line over my chasm, quickly
zeroing in on my swollen clit.

“Oh…god…” I murmured, clenching at the
pillows on either side as he flicked the bead of my passion with his wet mouth.
“Dalton…
fuck
, that feels so goddamn
good…”

 
He continued to taste me veraciously, his
fingernails digging into my skin as he held my thighs shouldered around his
neck. By skillfully varying the pressure against my clit, sometimes slipping
down to fill my chasm with his eager tongue, he constantly propelled me to new
heights.

British?
Yes.

Military?
Yes.

Arrogant?
Yes.

Skilled with his tongue?
FUCK YES.

My fingers threaded through his hair as I
rode his face, feeling the throes of my first orgasm begin to build up in my
core. Between my moans and hushed commands to keep going, I threw my head back
into the pillows and gasped with growing, impending satisfaction…

My limbs went taut as my body was racked with
pleasure. I rode out that incredible climax as he pressed down into my sex,
without a single complaint about my fingers clenching his hair as tight as they
could. My lips trembled as I gasped out that crushing ride, until finally the
strength was sapped from my bones and I dropped down to the bedding.

It was honestly the most absolutely impressive
orgasm I’d ever had.

As I lied there in bliss, coming down from
that powerful orgasmic high, I vaguely sensed Dalton stripping his jeans off,
and dispensing of his boxer briefs. I glanced up to see the largest cock that
I’d ever seen. Dangling between his legs, the thing had it all – surprising
length, thick girth, and a powerful, bulbous crown at the end.

“Oh my god…” I murmured, gazing at it.

Dalton lifted the condom wrapper to his face,
tearing it free with his teeth. Soon, he was sheathing his large weapon,
descending back into bed over me, his lips pressing into mine…

“Are you clean?” I asked.

“Yes, are you?”

“Of course.”

“Well… that’s fine, but I’m not doing this
without protection,” Dalton shrugged. “I’m not really interested in kids at
this
exact
moment in time.”

“That makes two of us,” I smiled, “which is
why I’m on birth control.”

He side-eyed me for a moment. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, it keeps my cycle regular,” I grinned,
wiggling my eyebrow. “So, if you want to do this
without
that layer of rubber between us, that’s actually a
possibility…”

Without another word, he’d ripped the sheath
free of his cock, discarding it over his shoulder with the clothes.

Instead of going straight for the sex, he
ramped up the foreplay a little more – just how I liked it. His strong lips
peppered hungry, meaningful kisses along my body as he explored my curves with
his tentative fingers and his strong, capable hands. Tenderly, he met my
yearning lips with his own, kissing deeply and passionately as his wandering
touch only steeped the fire in my core hotter than ever.

“I’m ready,” I murmured.

Dalton smiled into another kiss, grasping his
throbbing weapon in his fist. He rubbed it along the outer lips of my slick,
wet pussy, teasing me with his burning crown for a moment. I could feel as much
as hear his cocky chuckle against my lips before he finally pushed himself
inside…

And my lips parted with an involuntarily,
heavy gasp of passion.

I’d seen his incredible girth, but I still
hadn’t been prepared for the way that it stretched my inner walls. He had to
tackle his approach in stages, pushing forward only to tactically retreat a few
inches, but always pressing deeper into my body.

I tried to relax as best as I could, but my
fingers were wrapped around his shoulders, and my nails were digging into his
flesh as I groaned.

“Oh god, you’re so
big
…”

“
Cor
blimey,
Clara,” he muttered between groans, “you’re
so fucking tight
. You sure you’ve done this before…?”

With my lips pressed against his neck, I
nodded. “You’re so huge, it’s like I’m being taken for the first time again…”

At the sound of that, he pushed in one last
time, finally hilting himself completely against my hips. I shivered with
pleasure, trembling beneath his rugged, heavy form as I ran my hands up his
strong biceps.

Pulling his hips back, his lips crashed into
mine. We desperately kissed as if there was no tomorrow, and he brought all of
his might down into a deep, penetrating thrust that drove me wild.

I could barely concentrate as he set to work,
his fingers entwining with mine and holding my wrists up on either side. My
ankles wrapped around his huge calves as he powered into me, again and again,
his lips a frantic storm against my mouth, my neck, my ear lobe, my clavicle…

“Dalton…” I whispered, losing myself in the
passion of what we were doing. “You feel so good inside me…”

“Given how fucking
great
you feel beneath me… I can only imagine, love…”

He ramped up the tempo, rolling his hips into
mine as he repositioned his arms. Hooking them beneath my calves, he stretched
me out, forcing me into a partial split as he held himself above.

That’s when he started to utterly
jackhammer
me into submission, slamming
his hips into mine with uncompromising fury. In the semi-darkness of the hotel
room, I could see the flattering, endearing grit of his teeth, and the way his
eyes rolled back just ever so slightly…

But it was hard to focus on that when my own
eyes did the same, until I finally just closed them and surrendered all control
to Dalton Carlyle.

I rocked against his body as he fucked me in
this ludicrously amazing bedchamber, loving how he absolutely dominated me.

After a few minutes, he pulled me onto my
knees, pressing my hands against the headboard. I was all too willing to
comply, and I glanced over my shoulder as he began teasing his crown against my
slick opening again, one hand on his cock with the other clenched into my hip.

“Eyes forward,” he commanded as he noticed my
lustful little smirk.

“Make me,” I coyly responded.

In a flash, Dalton was doing just that, his
hand around the back of my throat, fingers on either side. He held my head
forward as he plunged his thick cock into my pussy from behind, guided with his
free hand.

“Oh
fuck,
”
I moaned, my legs quivering.

“As you wish…”

His hands wrapped around my waist, tugging me
back onto the uncompromising size of his weapon. I cursed out another expletive
as his dominance forced me to take him entirely inside in the blink of an eye,
our hips crashing together with a thunderous clap.

With those same hands, he pushed me forward
again around the waist, then back, forward, back, building up an intense rhythm
as our bodies collided over and over. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any
better, he released the grip of one hand, only to firmly clutch a fistful of my
hair and tug my head backwards, holding me as if on a rein.

Sometimes, just to prolong my pleasure and my
anticipation, he restrained himself a moment, holding me just far enough off of
his cock that it was still inside… only to bring me crashing backwards around
it again.

Dalton would do this a few times in a row
before continuing to pummel me into submission against him.

I could barely contain myself against him.
Another mind-numbing orgasm was on the way, and I knew that it was only a
matter of time before it complete overwhelmed me again…

“Don’t stop,” I begged, and he listened.

Dalton released my hair, focusing on holding
my hips in both hands and jackhammering me further into inescapable, carnal
nirvana. His knees between mine pushed outward, stretching me wider and tighter
as he fucked me into total bliss.

My body seized up as I came, groaning out
every last drop of satisfaction when he fucked me to the edge. The climax
completely eclipsed my mind, heightening my senses but stripping me of my sense
of self… nothing else mattered, nothing at all.

I crumpled down to the bed, spent with
pleasure. Dalton guided me onto my stomach, laying my limbs out, and I felt him
mount me from above.

His hand clamped around my mouth as he pushed
into me, allowing his weight to trap me beneath him. His ankles pushed outward,
spreading my legs, and he leveraged his limbs against mine to keep me pinned
down.

Once his improvised bindings were in place,
he shoved himself deep into my body, completely dominating me like never
before. All I could do was weakly push my ass up as Dalton rode me, asserting
his complete mastery of my body against his own.