Part 48 (1/2)

He takes me to the bathroom, and there blasts the shower, filling it with steam. Then he's on me again, taking off my clothes, pulling up my top. He throws it outside onto the floor, and his hot hands are roaming up and down my body, devouring every inch of my skin.

I take his s.h.i.+rt off, undo the b.u.t.tons as fast as I can, and then run my hands inside the open sides, feeling the hard ridges of his muscle, the fleshy firmness of his chest. I feel his hard nipples on my palms, and all the while I've got my tongue in his mouth, dancing with his. We're mas.h.i.+ng mouths, sharing saliva, breathing into each other.

I feel my bra unclip, and let it fall off my arms, baring my b.r.e.a.s.t.s to him. His pupils grow larger, and the expression on his face becomes hungrier. He cups my b.r.e.a.s.t.s in his hands, squeezing them, kneading them, before lowering his head and taking one of my stiff nipples into his mouth.

I groan as he sucks on it, bites it, rolls it around, tongues it. I run my hands through his hair, grip onto it, pull at it, pull him against me so that he sucks on my nipple harder.

His fingers make their way down over my stomach, and then they're at the b.u.t.ton to my jeans. He gets down to his knees, kisses me down my belly, and then he uses his mouth to undo the b.u.t.ton to my jeans.

I laugh. That was unexpected.

With his teeth, he pulls my jeans down, and with his hands he helps me step out of them. Then he brings his face back up, just in front of my s.e.x, hovering just an inch away.

He looks up my body, and his piercing eyes meet mine. He is so utterly into me, there's no mistaking that. Feeling desired gives me confidence, and I bite my lip, nod at him. He takes the elastic of my panties by his teeth and begins to pull it down my legs.

”You dog,” I say. I watch as he does it, study his face as he looks at my s.e.x while I step out of my underwear. He is starving for it, starving for me.

He needs me.

Chapter Seventeen.

G.o.d, she smells and tastes so f.u.c.king good. I pull my tongue up through her folds, circling around the top of her c.l.i.t, and she lets out a soft moan, and leans against the bathroom tiles.

It must be cold, but she doesn't even notice.

”Pierce,” she says, breath ragged. ”Wait, we should shower.”

But I ignore her. Shower for what? I love the way she tastes and smells. I could eat this p.u.s.s.y forever.

My c.o.c.k is already so hard it aches. I wrap my hands around Pen, grab onto her a.s.s, mash her cheeks with my fingers. I want to taste every inch of her body, lick her, bite her, kiss her, make her scream.

In my chest my heart thumps wildly, and I realize I've never been so into a girl before. I've never wanted someone as much as I do her. It's weird, heady, but G.o.d d.a.m.n if it isn't the best feeling in the world.

I begin to lick her c.l.i.t, and she opens her legs wider for me. She gives in. She knows what she wants, and she's going to let me give it to her. The thought turns me on, makes my c.o.c.k throb impossibly harder, makes me feel that great big ball of insatiable desire in my gut.

This is her first time with a guy. I know it. I'm going to make it the best f.u.c.king first time ever. I'm going to make her feel the best she's ever had, because that's what I want, and that's what she wants.

She's got her fingers in my hair, and she's pulling me onto her, and so I lick her like it's the last p.u.s.s.y I'm ever going to eat. f.u.c.k, I could eat her out every single day of my life. I could listen to her moans of pleasure forever. She's the hottest thing and she doesn't even f.u.c.king know it. How crazy is that? She could coil me 'round her finger, drive me crazy, and she doesn't even know it.

I've never felt this way about a girl before. It really hammers me, hits me hard, a thump in the gut, and so I eat her out with every inch of my being, for all I'm worth.

I know how to make a girl come, but I'm not going to take her there yet. I'm going to build it slow, pull from her throat those hoa.r.s.e groans and sharp cries. Her whole body writhes against me, and she's pus.h.i.+ng her hips forward, rubbing my hair, sucking in air every chance she has. She loving every second of it.

I pluck desperate moans and whimpers from her throat. I make her body go tight with longing and antic.i.p.ation. Her hands can't stop moving, can't stop pulling at my hair then pus.h.i.+ng me back onto her. She's on her toes, raising herself, and her knees and thighs are trembling as I gorge myself on her nectar.

I keep my rhythm steady, work her c.l.i.t with my tongue, pull her higher and higher before I sense that she's getting too close. Every time I feel her body start to tighten that way, grow more rigid, more desperate, every time I pull her a little closer to that crest, I back her off, and she grins and hums and laughs and cusses.

”s.h.i.+t, Pierce,” she says, voice scratchy. She grabs my face and angles it up to her. ”Stop f.u.c.king teasing me, okay?”

I suck on a finger and ring her entrance with it, and her whole body shakes and shudders as I do just that a tease her. I dip the tip of my finger inside, rub her slowly, pull my tongue up her whole s.e.x and ring her c.l.i.t. I look up at her quickly, see that her eye are closed and that she's lost in it all.

I rub her front wall, work her c.l.i.t rhythmically, and I can feel her body getting hotter, feel her writhing against the tiled wall. She's moaning more and louder, and her hands are gripping at my hair harder.

”Come in my mouth,” I tell her, pausing only to say the words before I dive right back into her s.e.x. G.o.d, she's got such a great p.u.s.s.y. She tastes so good. I greedily suck her juices off my fingers.

”Ooohh,” she whispers. She's lolling her head back now, and I can feel her body tightening, and so I redouble my efforts, eat her like a hungry dog, eat her like it's what I need to survive.

She moans louder, sucks in air sharper.

”f.u.c.k,” she hisses. Her hips push forward, her legs tense up, she gets right to her toes. ”No, no,” she mewls, and then her whole body jolts, and I drive her through her climax.

Her cry of pleasure bounces off the bathroom tiles, and I keep going, extend it, pull her through it. She's clenching around my fingers, shaking and shuddering, eyes shut tight in ecstasy.

She's holding her breath, scrunching up her face, coming hard in my mouth.

I taste her sweet pleasure, lap it up, want more of it, want to drink from her.

And then she's coming down, and she shakes, too sensitive, grabs my hand and hums. I slip my fingers from her, suck on them, suck every last bit of her s.e.xy f.u.c.king honey off them. I drag my tongue up her s.e.x one last time, and she jolts against the wall.

”No,” she says.

I grin at her, lick her c.l.i.t again, and again she jolts.

”Stop!”

Penny takes my hands, guides me to my feet, and then she drops down my legs, and grabs my d.i.c.k, still panting. She looks at me out of l.u.s.t-laced, heavy-lidded eyes.

”It's my first time,” she whispers.

I touch her face, run my fingers through her hair, guide her onto my c.o.c.k. Gingerly, she takes it into her mouth, begins to suck me off, run her tongue around my tip.

Leaning back, I groan, resist the temptation to start bucking my hips into her mouth. ”f.u.c.k, Pen, you look so s.e.xy like this.”

She tilts her eyes up to me. She can barely get my c.o.c.k in her mouth. I reach down, take her hand, guide it to jerk me off in time with her b.l.o.w.j.o.b.

Penny catches on quick. In just seconds she's found her rhythm, is edging me closer and closer, is making me feel amazing. She gets wilder, faster, notices that when she pushes her tongue against the back of my tip, it makes me tighten up.

”f.u.c.k, yes,” I groan, leaning back. Penny runs her spare hand over my abdomen, fingers dipping into the ridges of my hard body. They leave trails of fire, wind me up.

But all of a sudden she pops me out of her mouth, and says urgently, ”Where are your condoms? Bedroom?”