Ah, right. Here I am, turning full beast, without stopping to think my woman might want to be treated like a lady.
Or a little like a lady. There’s still no way I can contain all the fire in me.
“Come on.”
Taking her hand, I lead her down the hallway. She walks by my side with quick footsteps. Her breath is audible, loud, coming in quick pants. I get the feeling this is a big moment for her.
It was a huge moment for me.
My cock is pushing hungrily against the inside of my pants. My balls are swollen and huge. My seed is urgently roaring out for attention, howling for her to open her legs and take everything I have to give.
“I love what you’ve done with the place,” she says sarcastically, giggling as she waves a hand at my sparsely decorated bedroom.
“Is that why you’re here?” I sweep her into my arms, staring down at her. “To offer me decoration tips?”
I don’t give her time to answer. I can’t give her time to answer. My every instinct is to claim as much of her as savagely and quickly as I can.
She leans into the kiss, digging her fingernails into my shoulders. Her breath hitches through the muffled press of our lips. It does the same several times, as though she’s on the verge of breaking into screaming moans of pleasure.
“I need to feel your hot fucking pussy,” I growl in her ear. “I need to feel how wet you are. I need to taste you.”
She blinks, her cheeks turning that just-her shade of red. She looks so damn innocent, so ready for me to lead the way.
“Okay,” she murmurs.
“Good girl.”
She yelps as I grab her shoulders and lead her to the bed. I push her down gently, then fall to my knees, my movements urgent and infused with irrepressible craving.
My hands are at her waistband quickly. She sits up slightly, staring down at me over the gorgeous mounds of her breasts in that sparkly top.
Gripping her panties in the same movement, I pull down her pants. If I was a better man, maybe I’d do it slowly.
Maybe I’d ease my shy young thing into it.
It is our first date, after all.
But there’s too much stowed inside of me trying to burst free. I pull down her pants and panties quickly, revealing her thick creamy thighs, knees, and calves. I pull it all away, slipping her shoes off in the process.
And then I stare.
Fuck.
I can’t stop staring.
Her pussy is glistening with her wetness, her pink hole open as though winking at me. Her lips are as full and luscious as she is. Her clit looks needy, ready for my attention.
“Fucking hell,” I growl.
“What?” she says with a note of fear. “Is something wrong?”
“You’re perfect,” I growl. “In every way, Rachel. I need you so badly.”
My words are veering into dangerous territory, especially with the need to talk.
Before I say anything that will ruin this, I lean forward, inhaling greedily as her tangy wetness washes around me.
I get closer and closer to her gorgeously scented pussy, until I’m near enough to touch.
Sinking my hands into her naked thighs, I extend my tongue and start licking her pussy.
I begin at her hole and then move up to her clit.
It’s goddamn juicy, tasty, and smells in the best possible way. It’s like her scent, and her taste communicates with the savage part of me, telling me to keep going, that our future is getting closer with each tongue stroke.
Her moans drive me on, hitching as her breath did during our kiss.
It’s like she can’t get to the end of a moan without stuttering on the pleasure like she’s on the verge of creaming for me right away.
Smoothing my hands around, I wedge them beneath her, letting me massage her ass as I lick her faster.
I focus on her clit, sucking it into my mouth, flickering my tongue up and down.
Her wetness is insanely attractive, her soaked entrance gushing out wave upon wave, soaking my tongue. I swallow it greedily, tasting as much of her as I can.
When I bring my middle finger to her soppy slit, her hips buck, shifting around like a reflex.
I do it again, and she trembles, her whole body shaking.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I snarl. “You’re soaked, Rachel. Have you been getting wet and needy all evening?”
“Y-yes,” she croaks. “You make me crazy, Ryland. But –”
She breaks off into a tangled moan when I slide my middle finger right up inside of her.
I push until I’m buried to the knuckle, licking her clit all the while.
I pick up speed, flickering my tongue against her enflamed clit, and at the same time, move my finger in circles in her drenched young hole.
Her moaning grows louder, and her hips buck up and down, grinding her pussy against my face.