His skin was dark compared to the paleness of her breasts. He closed his eyes while he fondled and sucked, his cheeks hollowing out slightly.
“Trey,” she moaned. He drew his mouth off one crest with a popping sound and moved over the other. All she could do was continue to prop herself up on the table and take everything he gave her. At one point, he slid his firm lips off a swollen nipple and straightened. He put his hands on her hips and slid her body toward him. “Lean back,” he directed. There wasn’t enough room on the table to recline completely. Besides, who wouldn’t want to watch him at that moment? So she went back onto her elbows, never taking her gaze off him. He was staring at her crotch again. Her thighs tensed when he matter-of-factly reached between her legs and began rubbing her pussy again. She gasped. His mouth slanted.
“You’re so warm, Eleanor,” he growled, glancing up at her face, triumph flashing in his eyes. “And you’re getting your panties nice and wet, aren’t you? Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she moaned as she stared at him, spellbound while she twisted her hips slightly against the divine pressure of his rubbing fingers. He moved suddenly, wrapping his arms around her thighs and scooting a good portion of her ass off the table. She cried out in surprise, her back flattening against the table and her head bumping on the surface. He continued to support her lower body with one arm around her thigh.
“Let’s just get these off you,” he murmured, pulling down on her underwear with his free hand. He maneuvered them between their bodies and off her feet. Before she knew what to expect from him, he plunged a finger into her sheath. She cried out.
She saw his teeth flash. “Soaking. Wet,” he grated out as he moved his arm back and forth, penetrating her briskly. “Who would guess that you’re as hot as a volcano under all these baggy clothes?” She moaned, bucking her hips against the pressure of his hand. “Who, Eleanor?”
“You,” she gasped.
“Damn straight,” he muttered, and then he was bending her knees and pushing her thighs back, giving the table most of her weight again. “Spread them wide,” he ordered, and she opened her legs farther. He kept his hands at the back of her thighs and sunk his head. He swiped the tip of his tongue between her labia, and she made a wild, strangled sound. He rubbed her clit hard with the tip of his tongue. She shuddered.
His mouth conferred pure, distilled pleasure.
“Oh God,” she moaned. Her hands clutched helplessly at the lining of his coat. She lifted her head, desperate to see him. He ate her with a furious focus now. His firm lips pressed on her outer sex while his stiffened tongue lashed and polished her clit. He sucked gently and twisted his face back and forth, and she bit off a scream. His intensity, his raw hunger, overwhelmed her. She clutched at his head mindlessly, only vaguely aware that she was moaning nonstop. The soles of her feet burned. Her clit simmered beneath his abrading tongue.
He plunged a finger into her pussy while he rubbed her clit even harder. She went wild, clawing at his head, twisting her hips on the table. He growled into her flesh, holding her hip firmly with one spread hand, forcing her to take her pleasure head-on.
A moment later, she gasped and shuddered in orgasm. He didn’t stop. If anything, he was even more ruthless in his actions while she climaxed, plunging his finger deep and using his entire hand to vibrate her outer sex, his fingers delving into her buttocks. The whole time, he tongued her clit forcefully while wave after wave of orgasm coursed through her. He demanded she experience every ounce of pleasure she could, and she obeyed without thought. She’d never had an orgasm last so long.
He squeezed every last bit of pleasure out of her.
Finally, she sagged onto the table, dazed, limp and panting. Distantly, she was aware of him straightening and moving tensely where he stood between her splayed thighs. Then his hands were on her hips again, and he was adjusting her in that matter-of-fact way he had.
“You okay, Eleanor?” she heard him ask.
She lifted her head and blinked sluggishly, focusing on him. His face appeared strained and his blue eyes fierce as he looked down at her. She bit her lip to stifle a groan of reanimated arousal. His firm lips, his chin and his nose glistened from her juices.
“Yeah,” she managed hoarsely.
“Good, because now it’s my turn.”
She knew what that meant. He looked like a wolf that was about to feed. She felt his cock nudging at her entry. His hands pushed on her thighs, rolling her hips back on the table, sending her feet higher into the air. He guided his cock with his hand. He pierced her slowly, but firmly. She moaned shakily at the sensation of him stretching her. Filling her.
He pressed his balls against her wet outer sex and circled his hips slightly. A cry rippled past her lips. Oh God, it feels so good. She tightened around him reflexively. He growled.
“You have no idea how sexy you look right now.” His eyes flashed. “I’m going to fuck you until your ears ring.” He cupped her hips and waist with his large hands, withdrew slightly and sunk back into her firmly. “Is there any reason we should be cautious as far as making noise?”
“Huh?” she gasped, too overwhelmed by the feeling of his big, long cock pulsing in her flesh to decode language.
“Can anyone hear us down in this vault?” he bit out.
She shook her head, rolling her skull against the table. “Everyone who works down here is gone.”
“Good.”
He laced his arms beneath her knees, forcing her legs open in the air, his shoulders pressing against the back of her thighs, her feet falling behind him. He withdrew until only the head of his cock was still submerged, and then jetted back i
nto her, their pelvises smacking together.
“Jesus, you feel fucking fantastic,” he grated out.
And he was off.
He took her with that fluid, strong thrust of his hips, thighs and ass with which she was becoming achingly familiar. Eleanor shook on the table, rattled to the core. She couldn’t get in a full breath of air. He was ruthless, his facial muscles growing rigid, his body coiling tight, his cock pounding into her at a hard pace. She found herself grasping at his shirtsleeve-covered forearms, desperate for some kind of hold in the midst of the storm. He caught her wrists and held them immobile next to her thighs, never pausing once in his merciless possession.