“Sweetheart,” he panted, imagining the picture her words painted. If he’d known she’d been there, watching, maybe this night would’ve happened sooner. If he’d caught that hungry gaze on him, Mac couldn’t say he wouldn’t have stopped until she’d been under the streaming water, his cock down her throat.
“Don’t hold back, Mac,” she urged. Alise wrapped her hand around the root of his erection and slid the other into his loosened pants, rubbing a small palm over his ass.
“Don’t hold back with me.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, pressing forward and watching the plum-shaped head push past her lips into the wet, hot cavern of her mouth. “Fuck, sweetheart.”
His whispered plea was lost beneath Alise’s moan of pleasure. Her eyes closed and an expression of such pure pleasure covered her face, Mac had to fight back the cum churning in his balls. He battled the urge to pound into her mouth, to take it as he would her pussy. But even now her lips stretched wide and she’d only swallowed the head. Though instinct screamed he claim, he had to go slow.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he praised, fingertips massaging her scalp. “Take a little more.”
Her mouth opened wider and he sank in another inch. Withdrawing a small increment, he pressed forward again, taking more. Her eager tongue curled around the head before sliding beneath the thick stalk, stroking the sensitive underside.
“That’s good. Damn, that’s good.” Grasping her head and holding it steady, Mac pulled out and drove forward. Pulled out. Thrusted forward. He repeated the rhythm until soon he fell into a gentle fucking of her mouth. She opened for him, her eager moans a separate, but just as erotic, caress over his cock.
But soon it wasn’t enough.
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Dragging his shaft free, he stroked a hand over her head. Her eyes closed and Alise tilted her head as if seeking more of his touch. The small movement drew his gaze to the slender column of her throat. A new need clenched his gut.
“Has anyone ever had your throat?”
Her lashes lifted and heat—maybe excitement—flared in her hazel eyes. She shook her head. “No.”
Anticipation and lust knotted his gut. “Let me,” he half-pleaded, half-demanded.
“Yes.”
Taking both her hands in his, Mac placed her small palms on his hips. Then, digging one hand deep into her hair and gripping the base of his cock with the other, he surged forward once more, breaching her mouth. He didn’t pause until his cockhead nudged the back of her throat. The tender muscles shivered around him. Pleasure speared down his cock, piercing his balls.
A growl of need and anger erupted from his chest.
“You lied to me,” he accused, withdrawing slowly. She’d taken him too easily, not even flinching as he’d slid to the back of her throat.
“No.” Alise shook her head, her fingers gripping his hips. “I didn’t lie.” Her lashes lowered a moment before lifting to meet his gaze. “I practiced,” she whispered. “I have a toy your size. I practiced with it.”
Lust mushroomed in his gut, almost taking him to his knees. Images of Alise lying on her shadowed bed, fingering herself while deep throating a dildo.
Preparing.
For him.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, stroking a hand down his aching cock. “Promise me I can see that. Say you’ll do that for me, sweetheart.” Circling the root of his cock again, he slid back into her mouth, not giving her a chance to reply. He couldn’t wait. He needed her throat. Needed to fuck it.
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One stroke.
Two.
His head fell back on his shoulders, his eyes closing at the exquisite pleasure.
Three.
Mac lifted his head, needing to observe Alise taking his cock. Needing to see the subtle ripple of her throat as her muscles worked to accommodate his rigid flesh.
“Enough,” he ordered, voice rough. He drew free, his cock agreeing with her murmured protest. “When I come the first time with you, it’s going to be in that sweet pussy, not your mouth.”
Her eyes darkened. “Promise?”
“Oh yeah.” He nodded. “Take your clothes off, sweetheart.” He stepped back, placing a small amount of space between them. His hands went to the hem of his shirt.
Not bothering with the buttons, Mac yanked the shirt up and over his head. By the time he dropped the clothing to the floor behind him, Alise had removed her sweater. Her fiery curtain of hair cloaked her shoulders, sweeping the tops of her lace-covered breasts.
“Slow,” he commanded as her fingers hovered over the clasp between her breasts.
“Take your time and remove it slowly.”
Mimicking a sexy striptease, Alise released the catch. Grasping a cup in each hand, she peeled the bra away, until with a small shrug of her shoulders, the straps tumbled down her arms. A small flick of her hands and the material cleared her wrists and rested on the cushions behind her.
“The pants, Alise.” Fuck, was that his voice? Mac grimaced. He sounded as if gravel roughened his throat.
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ankles before sliding soundlessly to the floor. Having shed her underwear along with the jeans, she stretched against the back of the couch, bared to his needy gaze.
High, pert breasts tipped by berry-colored nipples. Smooth stomach and small, neat waist. Thin, almost boyish hips. A strawberry patch of hair framing a wet pussy that gleamed in the moonlight.
He lifted his eyes to hers, staring into the dark depths.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
She felt beautiful.
Alise remained still, her arms extended over her head and fingers curled over the back of the couch as Mac knelt between her drawn up knees.
Somewhere between “I’ve dreamed of you” and “Mac, fuck me,” she’d lost all modesty. She craved this man—sometimes she couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t wanted him. And now he looked at her as if she embodied his every wish come to life. Maybe it would end when the power returned but for now she intended to take full advantage and create a memory of a lifetime.
One fantasy had already become reality. She’d sucked his magnificent cock. Now the time had arrived to fulfill another desire.
“Come here.” She crooked a finger and a corner of his mouth quirked. Her heart jumped and her pussy throbbed. He flattened his palms on either side of her hips and bent forward until his chest grazed the inside of her thighs.
“Yes?”
Lowering her arms, Alise reached out and cupped his jaw. She stroked her thumbs over the rigid lines, loving the sandpaper feel of his skin where his five o’clock shadow would darken.
“Mac,” she drawled, “turnabout is fair play.” She grinned, feeling wicked.
Tightening her grasp on his face, she nudged his head down. “Now play fair.”
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Surprise and delight lit his blue gaze right before his lips turned into the sexist smile she’d ever witnessed. “Oh yes, ma’am.”
Lifting his hands from the couch, he cupped her thighs, pressing them wide to accommodate the width of his shoulders. Without preamble, he dove between her legs and speared her pussy with his tongue.
Oh. My. God. His tongue.
Alise bowed under the pleasure, biting back a piercing scream. His big palms abandoned her legs and slid under her ass, dragging her closer to his busy lips.
Oh shit, he was good. Sliding free of her milking channel, Mac licked her drenched pussy lips, nipping and sucking until she writhed under his mouth like a live wire.
With a low growl, he dove back into her sex, thrusting his tongue in and out. In and out.
“Oh God, Mac,” she cried, digging her fingers into his hair, grinding her hips against his mouth and not caring how wild she sounded or appeared. The wet suction of his mouth on her sex was too damn good. “Fuck me, dammit.”
“Not until you come for me,” he warned, treating her pussy to another lick. His tongue slid through her slit until it found and circled her aching clit. He drew the taut bundle of nerves into his mouth, suckling it with small sips and tiny flicks.
This time she didn’t hold back the scream.
Her head tossed on the back of the couch. Her hips bucked.
He thrust two fingers in her pussy.
She exploded.
He continued to devour her, claiming every pulse, tremor and drop of cream for himself. With a whimper and a limp hand, Alise pushed at his head, silently begging for mercy. Mac nuzzled her sex, placing a gentle kiss to the drenched folds.
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He eased back and for a brief moment, Alise thought he’d granted her a reprieve.
But as he stood, pulling his wallet from his back pocket before shoving his sagging pants to the ground, she knew he’d just started.
Pinning her with his bright stare, he stood naked before her, all corded strength and sensual beauty. His broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow, trim waist and muscled thighs. His cock jutted from the dark, wiry thatch of hair at his groin. Even as her pussy echoed with the remnants of orgasm, Alise licked her lips, craving another taste.
She hadn’t realized she’d leaned forward until Mac spoke.
“Forget it,” he ordered, removing a foil square from his wallet. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the billfold. “I want your pussy.” Ripping the foil open, he withdrew the condom and rolled it down his erection. “I’ll come in your mouth later but now…”
He didn’t finish the sentence but once again knelt before her, squeezing his large frame between her legs.
“You know what I realized, Alise?” He raised a hand to her face, cupping her cheek in his palm. The broad pad of his thumb rubbed her bottom lip. “I’ve kissed your pussy but I haven’t kissed your mouth yet.” He stroked her. “How could I have done that?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered, closing her eyes, afraid he would see the emotions he stirred within her chest.
The love that consumed her.
“I’ll have to rectify that,” he promised, bending his head over hers. At the first touch of his lips, Alise could’ve cried out. How long had she dreamed of this? Of him kissing her, wanting her? So long. So fucking long. And now, as reality collided with fantasy, terror warred with joy. Joy that this moment had finally arrived.
Terror it would end.
“You’re shaking, sweetheart,” he crooned, rubbing his mouth over hers. “What’s wrong?”
“Anticipation.” Truth. And lie. “Kiss me.”
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Tunneling his fingers in her hair, Mac tilted his head and sank his tongue into her mouth.
Just…sank.
His tongue stroked hers, entwining and tangling. Mimicking his hold, she cradled his head between her palms, holding him steady as she revealed to him through her kiss all the love she harbored in her heart.
Never breaking the connection, Mac maneuvered her until she lay back on the couch and his wide shoulders blocked out the stream of moonlight. He covered her, lifting her legs and spreading them until his hips notched between her thighs.
“Are you ready, Alise?” He kissed the corner of her mouth and she turned her head, following him to possess his mouth in another kiss.
“Yes. Please, Mac.” God, she was ready. Ready to be filled. Ready to be his. “Now.”
He reared back, his knees digging into the couch cushions. Supporting her leg with a hand to the knee, he guided his cock to her pussy.
Mac paused, the head of his erection nudging her lips.
Love and understanding washed over her. Grasping the wrist that cupped her knee, Alise squeezed, drawing his gaze. “It’s okay, Mac. You won’t hurt me. Take me, please.”
For several long seconds he remained still, his eyes blazing into hers. Finally, with a short nod, he pressed forward.
Alise wanted to see it.
Had to see it.
Levering up on her elbows, she stared down her body. She and Mac watched in silence as the swollen head breached her pussy.
She sucked in a breath.
And released it on a smothered cry as he rocked forward, driving another inch of his cock in her pulsing sex….and then another…
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Her head fell back between her shoulders.
“Shit, sweetheart. You’re tight. So fucking tight.” He ground another increment into her pussy and a hard shudder racked her body as her muscles spasmed around the invader, struggling to accommodate his thick erection. Pain and pleasure met, crossed and merged until one heightened the other. Small, involuntary jerks of her hips buried him another impossible increment. “Damn that’s good. You’re so good.”
“Mac, please,” she pleaded, not knowing if she asked him to prolong the erotic torture or to thrust deep and finish her. Sanity fled, leaving her an aching, carnal animal intent only on pleasure. Her elbows dropped from under her and Alise stretched her arms over her head, fingers grasping the couch arm. With a sharp cry she twisted her hips.
“Fuck, Alise! Don’t—” But his warning came too late. A scream ripped from her throat and echoed in the dark room as Mac lost his leverage and the entire length of his cock plunged into the depths of her pussy.
Oh. God.
Her chest heaved. Her thighs trembled. Her pussy convulsed.
She felt so…full. She lowered her hand to the rippling muscles of her stomach and believed she could feel him there, tucked against the tip of her cervix.
“Mac,” she whispered.
“Dammit, Alise,” he growled, worry and lust darkening his voice. His palms slammed on either side of her head, denting the cushion. He lowered his head, grounding his lips over hers, his tongue diving into the heated cavern of her mouth.
When he pulled away, his harsh breathing bathed her lips. She licked them, capturing his taste. “Sweetheart, did I hurt you? Do you need me to pull out?” As he asked the question, his hips moved, retreating.
“I’ll kill you,” Alise threatened. Realizing the breathless warning carried little power, she raised up to cup his ass, digging her nails in the firm flesh. “If you don’t fuck me, Mac, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”