Blaine, Destiny - Roping in Forever [Forever 1] (Siren Publishing Allure) (9 page)

“Easy, Bella,” Corbin warned, stopping her from achieving orgasm as she ground against him, rubbing her clit against his skin. He placed his hand between his rigid cock and her damp pussy.

“You don’t play fair.”

He grinned as he watched her. Clasping her wrists, he flipped her over and pinned her against the mattress, shoving her arms high above her head. He dipped his head and aroused her, lapping at the hard point of one nipple and then the other, licking through the lace bodice until she was writhing under him.

“Slow and easy, baby,” he whispered. Corbin lifted her gown, bringing the material to her hips. He stared at her pussy like he was surprised to find her bare, and equally as pleased to discover she wasn’t wearing panties. “My, my, what a sexy lady you are.”

She stretched her neck, but her back remained against the pillows. Corbin crawled down the length of her body. She trembled as he moved lower, taking a position between her legs. Kneeling, he slowly inched away. Leaving her provided a temporary diversion, one necessary for disrobing.

He was naked, a gorgeous sight, tugging at his thick length as he gaped at her. Her eyes felt heavy, and she started to go to him, was dying to take the first sip from him, when he fell between her legs once more. This time, with a smile shaping his lips, he committed himself to one carnal goal. Corbin was ready to devour her, and she couldn’t wait to enjoy her first intimate experience.

* * * *

Undressing before her heated eyes was quite possibly the most erotic moment of Corbin’s life. Bella had watched him carefully, eyed his hands like they alone held the secrets to treasures she’d waited a lifetime to find.

He’d kept his eyes on hers until he was completely exposed. Then, his gaze lowered, and he was fixated on her glistening intimate lips as he watched her arousal consume her and tempt him.

Spreading her legs with his elbows, he framed her pussy with his fingers, lapping at her clit, taking his time, and finding pleasure in the way she rode his tongue. Oh and how sweet she tasted, like ripe fresh berries, straight from the vine.

He licked through her folds, lapping up her innocence, tasting her cream, rolling the hard bud under his thumb until she was bucking beneath him, rising and falling under every thrust. Succumbing to the pleasure, she cried out his name and the sound of her voice inspired him.

“Oh, Bella,” he whispered, nuzzling her. “Come to me, honey. Let me taste your pleasure, baby.”

And that was all the coaxing the little vixen needed.

She exploded on command, riding him, throwing herself into the act as she rocked to and fro, bracing herself with one hand behind her, and the other pressed flat against his head.

His tongue dipped in and out of her sweet pussy. He indulged, loving the pleasure, the real satisfaction of pleasing the woman he adored.

“Corbin!” she screamed, grinding against him, taking that first dip into ecstasy with his tongue guiding her, pushing her over, and leaving her in complete shambles.

“I’m here, baby,” he whispered against her mound, flicking her clit and sipping at her juices. “And I’m perfectly content to stay here all night.”

* * * *

Corbin licked his lips clean before he rose over her again. Watching the lust burn still brighter in her eyes, he was mesmerized by the way love mixed with desire. Her expression would be stored to memory, forever stamped in his mind.

He would remember her like this, and long to teach her more. Each time he would take her to his bed, he would find new ways to please her, other ways to surprise her.

Holding himself away from her body, he kissed her. The spicy rich flavor of her release stained his lips, burned his tongue. He ached for her then, like he’d never wanted another, and he wedged his fingers inside her pussy, fucking her with the long length while knotting locks of her hair in his fist, holding her to him, bringing her closer.

“Not yet,” he said, watching her eyelids grow heavier still with the burden of taking what she was driven to have but defying that urge because there was so much more she wanted to embrace, too much she wanted to experience.

She reached for his cock and stroked, pulling the hard flesh through her tight fist, gripping him like she’d hang on for dear life. He eased his fingers from her body and covered her hand with his, showing her how to hold him, guiding her as she stroked him.

“You’re drivin’ me crazy here, sugar,” he crooned, teaching her how to pump him. “Keep that up and I’ll come.”

She released him, and he greedily pushed the head of his cock against her entrance. Quickly, she snapped her legs closed. “Oh, no you don’t. I’m not done with you yet.”

Chapter Sixteen

“Bella, we don’t have to do everything the first time.”

“Relax,” she told him, wondering what took her sudden stroke of confidence so long to emerge. Seconds before, she’d approached a hand job somewhat timidly, but now she was hungry. She was dying to know what it felt like to have the man she loved swelling between her cheeks, sliding across her tongue, and coming for her, the stream of his release trickling down her throat.

She wanted Corbin’s cock locked between her lips. She wanted him fucking her mouth, gripping her hair as he watched his cock slip across her tongue.

She sucked the swollen head, cupping his balls in the palm of her hand as she tasted him, sliding her lips back and forth over the slit, rubbing the texture of his dick against her tongue until he was gripping her hair, pulling the locks, parting the strands. She rose to the tip, laved the end, showered him with her affections, and then lowered herself over him again.

His eyes were dark, the light brown shade held a soft toffee shine, and he watched her consume him, acting as if he’d never had a blow job quite as good as she could give. The way he focused on her made her brave, gave her confidence, and empowered her already growing strength.

She whipped her tongue around his length, sucking him as she tugged him to the back of her throat, moaning as she felt him sliver down the opening, and grunting, showing her frustration, when he wrapped his hand around her nape and gently pulled her away.

“Enough?” he asked, and undoubtedly it was a question.

They locked gazes, and she wondered what he held in store, but was more curious then about what she’d missed. “No, Corbin. I haven’t had nearly enough.”

He studied her lips. “Shit, Bella. That mouth of yours is tormenting me.”

“Then why don’t you let go of that blasted control and give me what I need?” she asked, arching a brow. “If I’m not doing it right, you can teach me. Tell me what you like. Talk me through it.”

“You don’t need help here,” he crooned, rubbing the tip of his dick across the swell of her bottom lip.

She tilted her head to the side and curled her tongue around his balls, lapping at them until the hard proof of what he needed weighed heavily upon her lips. Suckling his sac, she taunted him before she rose to the crest again, this time with one goal for her tongue, mouth, and lips.

Bella sucked Corbin to her throat. The hard, pulsing flesh tapped the back of her throat. Her cheeks were swollen with his size as he barricaded himself inside her.

Then, he thrust for the pleasure she’d sought for him, and he certainly gained one hell of a satisfying release.

* * * *

“Oh God, Bella!” he screamed, pressing his palm against her nape, holding her in place. Shit! He hadn’t meant to come in her mouth! This was her first time for crying out loud!

He rose to his elbows, watching as she sucked him, praising her with his eyes as she licked him clean. His cock pulsed at her throat, and the little vixen swallowed, again and again, drinking him in and savoring him like the last bite of her favorite creamy dessert.

“Vixen,” he grated out, pulling her to him, eyeing the aftermaths of his glistening release staining her chin. “God, you’re good…sensational…at that.”

“Really?” she asked, probably thinking he was pitching a pack of lovesick lies.

“Fuck yeah, really,” he muttered, pulling her across him.

They stared at one another, lost in time, trapped in one another’s eyes. Her nipples pressed against his chest, and he was lost in her body all over again. “You insatiable little woman, you.”

“I haven’t been loved all night long, as promised.”

“It’s coming, baby,” he said. “I swear to you. I’m just getting started here, Mrs. Cansey.”

She grinned at that, and he slid his hand between her thighs, working his fingers deep inside her warm pussy, rubbing his hand back and forth until her sweet heat coated his flesh. He directed her, allowing her to lead the way as much as follow his lead.

He caught her nipple between his lips, rolling his tongue over the sensitive bud until he was lost in saturating her with his affection. And the little siren had waited long enough.

She lowered herself to him, and he buried himself inside the hottest, sweetest pussy he’d ever visited in his life.

Her eyes were blue-hot flames dancing in desire. Her touch captivated him, placing him under a lover’s manipulated spell. And it took great resistance, more than he admittedly maintained, to keep from hammering forward and taking what was his to possess, hers to give, and theirs to own.

She rode him as if she’d ridden atop him many times before, swaying with his body, moving over him like a summer shower or a late fall rain. Her hands went to her head, and she placed her palms behind her, grinding him, tempting him, and introducing him to finer things, more than he’d ever enjoyed before.

“Corbin,” she whispered.

He watched her as he possessed her and was captivated to discover he was completely under her control. It was then that he realized he’d always belonged to Bella. No other experience would ever compare to the lovemaking he shared with his woman. No amount of bondage or role play, or anything else he’d done to fill the void would ever compare to this.

Bella was his pleasure. Bella was undoubtedly his only love.

Chapter Seventeen

Three Days Later,
Tulsa
,
Oklahoma
Fairgrounds

Bella handed her mother a bag of popcorn. She eyed Travis as he walked their way. He had a little swagger going on, something she’d never noticed about the man before. She looked at her mom and smiled when she caught the extra sparkle in her eyes. The closer Travis came, the wider her mother grinned. Travis was really working his strut by the time he reached them.

Leaning over, he dropped a peck upon her mother’s lips. “Hey there, gorgeous. Did ya miss me?”

“Hey, yourself. And yes, I did.”

“Bella, you doin’ all right?” he asked grimly, acting as if he really didn’t have time to make small talk with anyone other than the woman holding his attention and his hand. Bella looked down at their entwined fingers, noting how nervous Travis seemed, and worse—noticing Travis looked just plain scared, too.

“Is something wrong, hon?” Her mother asked what Bella was thinking.

Travis looked toward the arena, shaking his head. “Everything is fine. We’re gonna do just fine here today. You’ll see. You’ll both see.”

“Are you sure?” Bella pressed for information this time. Something was definitely going on with Travis.

He nodded quickly, unable to look her in the eye.

“You might as well tell me,” Bella blurted out. “I already know. You don’t even have to say it.”

“He drew Captain Crazy.”

Bella shook her head violently. That’s not what Bella had expected. “No.” Captain Crazy was a notorious bull, a massive beast all the cowboys feared. And Corbin drew him? Talk about the sorriest luck in a draw.

“He’s ready, Bella. He’ll do fine.”

Then why didn’t Travis sound so sure? Why was he pale? And why did he keep fidgeting?

“You yourself said he was the most unprepared cowboy here. I heard you in the car! You said he wasn’t ready for this rodeo. Remember, you said—”

“Bella?”

Bella stilled when Corbin’s voice cut through the air behind her. With tears in her eyes, she faced the man she loved. “Corbin, please. You don’t have to do this. Say you’re sick. Tell them you don’t want to ride. Hell, quit! Right now! Just don’t get on that bull today!”

“Bella, honey, come here,” he said, pulling her to him.

Several spectators watched as Corbin led her to the breezeway located behind the arena. “You don’t have to do this,” she said firmly, cupping his cheek. “Please, Corbin.”

“I ain’t afraid of that damn bull,” Corbin said, pressing his lips to the palm of her hand.

“If you aren’t, then something is wrong with you!” She grabbed him by the collar. “Corbin, he’s injured cowboys. Heck, he almost killed that fellow from
Nashville
last year. I read about it. You must be afraid of him!”

“I’m not,” he said. “But you wanna know what frightens me the most?”

Bella tried to act brave, tried to listen to what she feared now could be Corbin’s parting words. “What?” she finally asked, swiping away a few tears streaming down her face.