Page 66 of Tame Me

I grabbed my bag and strode out of my apartment. Billy answered the door at my first knock. The towel in his hand confirmed he’d just stepped from the shower. My timing was perfect. His slicked-back hair made him look so damn sexy, my breath caught. “Am I too early?”

“Not at all.” He stepped aside, and I entered the room.

I crossed the carpet, tossed my bag on the table, and turned to him. Billy wore jeans and a white T-shirt, and I stepped up to him, placed my hands over the pecs bulging through the T-shirt, and smiled. “You look incredible.”

His eyes dazzled, and he looked at me like I was a goddess. My whole body glowed under his gaze. He tossed the towel aside, glided one arm around my shoulders, drove another through my hair, and pulled me in for a kiss.

It wasn’t a slow, tentative kiss—this one was driven by passion. Passion and a whole lot more—desire, lust, longing . . . all of it tumbled into one, driving my mind and body crazy.

I wanted this hot cowboy on me, and in me. Now.

Fumbling with the button and zipper on his jeans, I was grateful he didn’t have his fancy belt buckle on this time. I peeled the denim open, glided my fingers across the taut muscles between his hips, and fed my hands into his T-shirt. The warmth of his flesh was heavenly as I curled my hands up his torso and helped him out of his shirt.

I sucked his nipple and gently nibbled the hardened bud. Billy sucked air through his teeth and clawed his hand through my hair. As I repeated the move, I glided my fingers into the elastic of his jocks, curled them under his cock, and released that glorious beast from its constraint.

I stepped back to admire his hard-on. . . his cock was the greatest masterpiece on earth. Billy was exquisite in every way. Highly toned muscles in all the right places, narrow hips that fed into designer jeans, and a cock that protruded from the zipper, large and proud and with a slight curve to the left, begging me to touch it.

With Billy’s molten eyes on me, I stepped back, and my fingers trembled as I stripped out of my clothes as quickly as I could. Naked, I stepped forward again, fell to my knees, peeled his jeans to his ankles, and with one hand around his cock, I glided my tongue around his swollen crown.

Billy dug his fingers into my shoulders, and I inhaled glorious scents of both soap and hot-blooded man as I sucked him into my mouth. His cock pulsed along my tongue, growing and swelling. The power I had over him had my insides pulsing out a heady beat.

Warmth blazed through me, down my spine, between my legs, and deep inside my body. I curled my tongue across his shaft as I slipped my lips down, drawing him into my throat. I reached around to dig my fingers into the muscular flesh of his derriere, squeezing the perfect mound in my hand.

I drew back, gliding my lips up his shaft, and as I rolled my tongue around his crown, I looked up at him. His eyes were glazed; his dark pupils almost swallowed his gorgeous honey-colored irises, but when he clenched his jaw and sucked air in through his teeth, I knew he could see me.

A pearl of semen bubbled at the slit in his crown, and I moaned at the gloriousness of it. I made a show of curling my tongue around his swollen head, gradually getting closer to the tempting treat.

It was hard to know what to watch . . . what I was about to lick or his eyes watching me. I glided my tongue over the semen and then probed the hole, seeking more.

His cum was salty and sweet, not entirely delicious, but not nasty either. As Billy dug his fingers into the flesh at my shoulders, I continued to have my way with him, sucking him into my mouth, rolling my tongue around his shaft, and lapping up tasty droplets as soon as they appeared.

Billy was putty in my hands, and the sizzling sensations coursing through me confirmed I loved every moment of it, too.

Soon my greedy pussy demanded attention, and I eased back. Billy hooked his hands under my arms and launched me to my feet. He pulled me in, wrapped his arms around me, and glided kisses down my neck. His lips and tongue teased my flesh, drawing out tantalizing goosebumps.

His warm hand squeezed my boob and pinched my nipple hard. He wasn’t the sweet gentleman I’d had before; he was different—as if he’d been gripped with a passion that dominated his moves.

Our raw desire for each other drove me crazy, and I grabbed his hand and fed it between my parted legs. He took my invitation, and from the moment his finger slipped inside me, I launched into another glorious, sensation-filled world.

My body took over. Shudders of pleasure rolled through me, starting deep inside my pussy, and pulsing to every one of my nerve endings. I gasped for air and bent my knees as he drove two fingers into me with perfect repetition.

The build-up was magnificent, taking me to that exquisite edge of gloriousness. My insides clenched around his fingers. My tongue sought any part of his flesh I could taste. My hand wrapped around his rock-hard cock and pumped with a wild abandonment to match his probing fingers.

An orgasm ripped through me, and I threw my head back, gripped onto his torso, and gasped as waves of pleasure pulsed from my pussy. Over and over, my juices spilled across his hand and down my legs.

I panted for breath, and my knees trembled as Billy placed his hands on my hips and guided me toward his bed. He lay me down gently, and as I enjoyed the post-orgasm pulses throbbing through my body, he tore open a condom packet with his teeth and rolled the rubber onto his magnificent erection.

I wriggled up the bed, centering myself on the covers and giving Billy room. As I parted my legs, he crawled up toward me. He leaned forward, placed one hand beside my breast for support, and with his other hand, guided his cock to my hot zone. He paused there, his eyes glazed, lost to another world, then as he sucked in a breath, he pushed his beast into me.

He filled me so completely like he was meant to be there, and then he stopped. Billy reached for my ankles and pulled my feet up so they rested on his shoulders, bending me at a ninety-degree angle.

It was a little uncomfortable, but a lot of incredible.

When he leaned forward, raising my bottom higher off the sheets, he placed his other hand on the bed and hovered above me like a muscular warrior who’d captured his conquest.

He could capture me like this any day.

His cock was deep, deep inside me, and I tried to keep my eyes open, eager to watch the magic happen. His muscles rippled with each movement, bulging and flexing in time to his thrusts. His tongue glossed his lips, and his breathing grew faster. His penetration increased, ramming me over and over, building my next orgasm with expert timing.

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