Defending Pacer - Hamilton T. J. - Страница 18
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Magician.
I can do this. I can take all of him in my mouth. The thought of how big he is delivers a moment of doubt, but the electrical signals that cross between our bodies makes the impossible, possible.
I lean down, running my nose past his flat stomach. He has a gorgeous strip of dark, wild hair—my yellow brick road, leading me straight to the great and powerful.
The top of my fingers cinch around the base of his girth but don’t come close to touching. I lick in thick stokes. I want to spread my tongue as much as physically possible around his length. He already tastes good, and I haven’t even reached the best part … yet.
Rolling my tongue around the head of him, a shiny droplet of his pre-cum beads on at his very tip, and I lap it up just before I plunge my mouth over the head of his cock. He has no taste, which in itself is delicious. He lets out a sigh, and I feel his hand find its way to the back of my head, fingers in my hair. I stop and look up, shaking my head.
“What did I warn you before? I will stop. Hands above your head,” I say in a low, seductive voice.
He laughs and stretches back, hands behind his head in a totally relaxed pose. Grinning at him with my eyes, I quickly focus my attention back on his exquisite manhood and lick around it again.
As I take him in my mouth for a second time, I open the back of my throat as much as possible and try to fit him all in. It causes me to gag a little, but I love the feeling of it so I relax and take him entirely. There’s something powerful about having him in my mouth. He groans and I slide up and down his shaft. I love what I’m doing to him.
As I slide my mouth up and down, faster and faster, I imagine how this is going to feel inside me. He has ridges that I know will make me come. The thought makes me moan a little.
“Holy shit, honeybee. You know what you’re doing, don’t you? Fuck you look good on my cock.”
I look up and meet his eyes. He really likes watching. I like him watching. I grin but it pulls my lips too tight while my mouth is stretched so wide, so I look away and turn my attention back to his python. He’s pulsing in my mouth more, so I slow down and pull my lips all the way to the top of him, but not before I give him one last suck at the very top. Yeah, he tastes great.
As I slip below and roll my tongue around his tights balls, Pacer takes his gloves off finger by finger. He does it excruciatingly slowly. Rolling a condom over his length, he slides his underwear down. His gloves are off. I don’t know how I feel about that.
Making the most of it, I grip onto his underpants and pull them down his long legs, taking his jeans with them.
“Get your sexy little body up here and ride me, honeybee,” he demands.
I stalk back up and slide my underwear off with my foot. Pacer sits up and pulls me to his lap. My lips meet his the moment we get close enough. His hands grip around my waist and I straddle him. Our breathing is so heavy, it’s almost deafening. Our tongues dance around each other in a beautifully choreographed partnership. He holds me tight and guides me to his hard cock. When I feel it edge to my entrance, I tilt my pelvis enough to catch his tip. He inches me onto him with a torturously slow descent.
Fuck he is big. Beautifully big. Stretching me, to let me know he’s there.
My fingertips hold onto his stubbled jaw, and I kiss him deeper and deeper, wanting as much of him as physically possible inside me. He reaches a spot that makes my head throw back. I moan loudly. It feels like that moment when water finds the end of a hose. I can’t hold it back, and my orgasm spills out across me.
Holding me tight around my ass, Pacer guides me at exactly the pace he wants … and he can want whatever he wants. At this point, he can do anything.
He bites down on my left nipple and the spasm that rips through my body is intense. The ridges along his shaft feel even more exquisite entering in and out of me than when they rippled along the inside of my mouth. This is different; this is a rolling wave of sensation after sensation. I look down to catch Pacer’s dark eyes. I smirk. He knows how good he is. His cockiness only adds to the whole feeling. I kiss him again and flick my hips back and forth, catching each of his strokes. The motion intensifies and suddenly the sound around me is a high pitch ringing in my ears. I close my eyes and watch the display of shooting colours that stream under my eyelids.
Holding onto him, our rolling has now turned into a solid pounding rhythm. He slams deeper and deeper. I bounce faster and faster. I can’t even tell what is orgasm and what isn’t—it’s all just a continual euphoric feeling.
He groans deep. It’s animalistic, like a growl. I feel it vibrate in his chest. Then he expands below. The orgasm I think I’ve been having the whole time was just the preview for what was coming.
As if Pacer has unlocked the vault, an enormous wave of electricity floods every inch of my body. My back arcs, my head tilts and my legs tremble. Crying out, Pacer slams into me with two fierce movements. We both orgasm together, and I have never felt anything more incredible in my entire life.
Pacer holds around the small of my back, and flips me so that I’m underneath him. Just when I thought he was slowing, he begins driving into me again and again.
Holy shit!
My orgasm doesn’t have a moment to subside. It rears up for another round of earth-shattering, pulsating spasms. I look up but my vision is blurry. Pacer keeps the rhythm up; it’s hard and fast. I hold on and let it all happen, my body loving every … single … moment of it.
As I cry out in absolute pleasure, Pacer growls again and pounds me even harder. My groans are now a scream. A good scream.
Pacer’s fingers grip into my hair and he forces my head back against the soft mattress below as he finally pours the last of his come out. Our eyes meet and we kiss, hard and deep. The motion slows a little, but our kiss intensifies.
The after-shocks still feel bigger than any other climax that I’ve ever had. I can’t even make myself come as much as Pacer just did.
The muscles across his back tense and flex as he slows his rhythm right down to a gentle roll. Our passionate kiss also slows, and finally, I open my eyes. This time I can see him clearly. He is everything I’ve ever looked for in a person. Now that I’ve found him, I never want to let him go.
After this, I know how easy it will be to fall head over heels for Pacer.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
There has to be something wrong with her. I bet she has eleven toes, or something weird. The way she smells right now though, I’d say she’s near fucking perfect.
Her body is like delicate porcelain. But her pussy begs to be punished. I could easily spend a lifetime with my cock buried inside her.
Just the simple act of fucking Chelsea is a vicious balance between wanting to pummel her and wanting to wrap her in cotton wool for protection.
I came hard. Fuck me, it was savage.
Her sexy back is against me as we stand under the huge waterfall of water in the shower. I soap my hands and roll them across the contours of her beautiful body. She’s the right amount of feminine sugar with the spice of a hard bitch.
As my fingertips run over her ass cheeks, I can’t help but claw into the softness of her skin.
You drive me wild, honeybee.
I lean into the stream of water and suck the tight skin at the back of her neck. She doesn’t wince away when I gently gather a piece of her flesh between my teeth, and bite down. No, she doesn’t wince at all; she takes it in … and wants more.
Grrrrrrrr … she brings out the carnal beast in me, and I can’t wait to drag her back to the bed the moment I finish fucking her in this shower.
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