Sweet Perdition (4 page)

“You are so hard,” she sighed, pulling her face away. “I can feel you against me.” Yeah, no shit. He could pound nails with his cock right now. She tentatively rubbed him through his jeans, and sunk her teeth into her lower lip.

He couldn’t wait anymore, had to get inside her. Now.

“Suck me.” He backed up a bit so she could sink to her knees in front of him. He undid his pants and freed his aching dick which had gotten so swollen and thick for her, the purple tip wept.

His breath hissed from between his teeth as she lapped at the head. Like a cat. She flicked her tongue over his hardened flesh, and staring up at him. He hadn’t been this worked up since he’d been a teenager. Hellions were easy and they got the job done, but he didn’t find screwing one of them to be exciting.

But Elizabeth? Damn. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman so much. He gazed down at her, trapped between the wall and his big dick. Such a beautiful sight. She continued tasting him, kissing his cock, and licking it.

“Enough teasing,” he growled. “Can’t take it anymore.” He pushed inside her hot mouth and her eyes widened. She hesitated a moment, before she swallowed him whole, opening wide to take him deeper.

She slid her full lips up and down his straining shaft, moving along with his thrusts. Each time her tongue lingered under the head, fluttering long enough make him insane, before sweeping down to suck him once more. She didn’t have expert technique, but she felt damn good.

He had to pull out before he lost it right there, flooded her mouth.

When he slid out, she cupped his balls in one hand until he calmed down a bit. Then, she gently kneaded them before holding cock against the flat of his belly so she could lick him again thoroughly, tasting his entire length. Unable to stop himself, he pushed the head against her mouth once more, then held her wrists in one hand and pressed them against the wall above her head.

She struggled a little, eyes going wide, teeth sinking into her lower lip.

He gazed down at her. “Easy, Pinky, I’m not going to hurt you, but I like a little control.”

He pressed against her mouth once more and she obediently opened up for him, making these decadent wet noises around his shaft. He fucked her mouth, nearly all the way down her throat. Managed to stop himself each time he got close to making her gag.

Call it macho bullshit, but there’s something hot about a woman gagging on your cock because it’s so damn big. The thought alone, nearly made him spill. But he refrained, for the moment. He slid into her harder. Faster and faster. Till he couldn’t take it anymore and lurched from the wet grasp of her throat. He hauled her up against the wall once more, crushing her against it and she trembled for him.

He let go of her wrists and yanked the straps of her dress down. He reached behind her and with a rip of fabric, forced down the zipper of her ugly dress and pushed it below her thighs, past her legs and finally tossed it on the floor. He left her in nothing but a pair of white thigh highs decorated with tiny hearts and a pink lacy bra, which held her tits up for him like an offering.

Damn.
She looked like a centerfold.

He shoved the cups down, fully revealing her flushed nipples surrounded by wide, rosy areolas. All of it framed by her milky white skin. Such a sexy contrast, her red hair and the pale skin. He pinched both peaks, teasing each one into a full pucker for his mouth.

With a groan, he captured one breast between his hands and brought it to his lips to suck. She moaned, fingers curling through his hair, holding him closer as he suckled. She seemed to want him every bit as much as he wanted her. And thank God, because he couldn’t fucking stop now if he wanted to. He kissed his way over to the other nipple and gave it a good sucking too. He had to pull back to admire her once more. Loved the way a woman looked with hard nipples. So damn sexy.

But he had other views he wanted to admire.

He laid her face down on the bed, so he could ogle her curves. Ass up and head down, she was a sight to behold. Some men had a thing for legs. Some breasts.

He was an ass man all the way.

And damn did she have a rockin’ one. Exactly like he’d imagined, a glowing peach, luscious and full. So ready to be fucked. He placed two pillows beneath her thighs and kissed each mouth watering cheek.

Then, he searched the nightstand drawer, finally pulling out some lube. He splayed her thighs a bit further apart and greased the rosette between her cheeks. She squealed a bit as the cold liquid touched her heated skin. But soon, he made her moan. He really slathered it on and then went to town on her, wetting the channel between her cheeks, making her whimper and writhe against the pillows. Then massaged her asshole, not entering just rubbing against it. She squirmed, offering herself up to him readily, lifting her hips, pushing back against him. Silently begging him for more.

And he’d gladly give it to her.

He pulled back to nuzzle her pussy from behind. The lips had engorged, slicked with arousal. So wet for him. He could slide right in and she’d welcome him. He smacked her bottom, a few love taps which left pretty pink marks on either side. Then, he kissed each full cheek.

“Has any man ever loved on your ass, like this?”

She laughed helplessly and he found her curved around peering at him with a flushed face. “Um, no.”

“Good.” He waggled his brows. “Told ya I like to go where no man has gone before.”

He had to penetrate her, if only a bit. He pushed his forefinger into her ass. Barely sliding it beyond the tight ring of muscles. She turned from him, pressing her face into the pillow. Groaning.

Snug as hell.

Her snug asshole would feel like a tiny vice caging his dick. Slowly and patiently, he pressed in and out, and then held still. Letting her get used to the intrusion, stretched her a bit. He intended to give her a thick, swollen eight inch intrusion eventually.

She arched back against him and he got even harder.
That’s
what he wanted. Wanted her to beg for more while he filled her.

“And has any man ever taken your ass?” He already knew the answer, judging by how unbelievably tight she was, but he wanted her to say it. Needed those words.

She shuddered. “No.” She lifted herself up on her elbows, legs splayed. Her mouth fell open, breath coming in little pants.

A virgin ass. His for the taking.

He wanted it.
Now.
And to hell with patience, he needed to shove his cock in deep, but it would hurt if he did it now. She needed to be prepped for that kind of play. But make no mistake, her ass belonged to him. He would be the first man to fuck it.

He knew he needed more than a one night stand from Pinky. What exactly? Not sure. But he wanted more than a hellion-style conquest and less than an old lady. He just needed to find the sweet spot between those two extremes.

And when he finally claimed her creamy white ass, she would be writhing beneath him and pleading with him for more.
Hmm.
Although he couldn’t penetrate her tonight, he could mark his territory in another way.

“This hot ass is mine, but since you aren’t ready yet, I’ll have to settle for this.” He stroked his cock all over her cheeks, like a hot brand. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this possessive. She didn’t protest, just continued rubbing against him like a cat in heat. Then, he placed his cock between the supple cheeks of her bottom, gliding the head between them but not actually probing her asshole. Her smooth skin felt silky as fuck against his hard cock. She rubbed back against him as he glided between the two rounded globes and he nearly came from the visual alone.

“I had plans to make you beg, Pinky, but I need you. Can’t wait any longer. Your killing me,” he muttered. He rode her then, like his Harley, going faster and faster, letting the friction take him, and the movement. He imagined himself buried deep inside her ass, filling her.

He growled as he came, puddling his seed all over her ass. So fucking hot to see his jizz spilled over her creamy white skin, as though he’d marked her as his own.

Dangerous thought right there.

“You are killing me, woman,” he said as he crawled up to the head of the bed, covering her body with his own. Now the fever had ended, and he was a little embarrassed.
Shit.
He’d humped Pinky like a horny teenage boy, when he had really wanted to rock her world.

Luckily, he knew a way he to redeem himself.

He flipped her over beneath him, straddled her, lest she get the idea she would ever be in charge.

Pinky was a sight. Cheeks reddened, both sets. Her eyes were bright and her thighs had spread apart for him. She wanted him, and couldn’t even speak. She returned his gaze. Eyes full of sex. Need.

“Now, I believe, I promised you a thorough licking, darlin’.”

“Oh yes, please!” she moaned.

He kissed her mouth once more, and the line of her neck. Then, the hollow of her throat, between her big breasts, and then laved her navel. Then, he nuzzled the expanse of her soft belly before he kissed each pillowed thigh. Finally, he placed his mouth to her honeyed pussy. She shuddered in response as he lightly grazed her luscious lips, reveling in the silky feel of her as they parted for him, giving him total access to the mouthwatering wet flesh within.

Mmm.
This is where he’d wanted to be all night, face to face with her sweet pussy.

“Damn. You're beautiful. You know that?” All her lush, pink wetness just for him. Hellions could be rough because they dealt in booze and rock and even harder biker cock. Not this girl. She still had a bit of innocence left and it made him crave to be the one who schooled her. Corrupted her.

He delved between her thighs, forcing them even further apart with his palms and spreading her wide, so he could lay fully between her legs and feast on the moist flesh he had been craving. He’d only gotten a taste earlier and wanted more. Her pussy had been shaved smooth and when he stroked her, her clit puffed out for him, forming a hard tiny kernel.

He rubbed it with his finger, back and forth, making her hips rock in time with him. He didn’t let up either, until her thighs shook and she cried out for him. Calling his name. He teased her until her hips bucked against him.

And then, to torment her a bit more, he stopped. She wouldn’t get off so easy. She whimpered in protest, but he didn’t relent, kept her needy for him instead. Compliant. He pushed her legs over his shoulders and bent to worship her with his mouth. Such a swollen, receptive cunt, weeping for him. Wanting his cock. He lapped at her, flicking his tongue and she rode his face, arching into him as he worked her pussy.

With a growl, he finally sucked her clit fully into his mouth, capturing it with his lips and really pulling on it. She sobbed, surging against him. Dimly, he saw her reach for the covers beneath her as he relentlessly suckled her. Going to town on her pussy.

He pushed his arms beneath her hips and hoisted her up by the ass. Had to get closer. Damn, he felt like he wanted to crawl inside her. He buried his face in her mound, needing to drink her in. She howled in response, keening as she threw back her head.

He pushed his tongue in and out of her, thought about ramming his cock in all that wet silk and fucking her hard and deep. Possessing her pussy. He pressed two fingers up inside her, needing to penetrate her. Suddenly made him wish he had three cocks, so he could totally take Pinky at once. Pussy. Mouth. Ass. All full of him.

He flicked her clit, and then alternately sucked the nub. Then, he nipped it with his teeth. Just enough to hurt in a
really
good way.

“Oh God!” she cried. She bucked her hips for him and he could tell she hovered on the edge, ready to explode and all she needed was a bit more pressure. He gave it to her.

He sent her over the edge.

Pinky trembled as she came, again and again. Finally, little aftershocks rocked her body and he kissed her inner thighs, rested his head against her belly while she recovered. Her breathing slowly became more even and she sighed, sounding drowsy and sated.

He shimmied up and kissed the line of her throat, then the curve of her neck, before capturing her pouty mouth once more. She kissed him back with fervor, wrapping her arms around him.

“Mmm, so good,” she purred against his lips.

“You liked that, huh?” He couldn’t resist crowing a bit. It had been a long time since he had given oral. Good to see he still had mad skills.

“Liked it? I don’t have the words,” she said, shaking her head. Her hair had become a wild mass of red curls, her lips curved into a satisfied smile. In short, thoroughly sexed up. She gave a little laugh. “I can’t even think of more to say and I’m usually all wordy.”

He leaned back on the pillow, shoving a hand under his head and he couldn’t help the grin spreading over his face. He hauled her up against his side and she curled against him without protest, like a drowsy kitten. She sighed and nodded off for a moment, her breath becoming deep and even.

Poor Pinky.
She’d been through hell today, but she’d come out the other side and seemed no worse for the wear.
Brave girl.
Her eyes opened briefly, and she pressed a quick kiss to his chest. “I like you so much,” she slurred, sleepy and satiated.