Page 14 of Cold Hearted Baren

“Again,” he orders gruffly, his face flushed, and lips parted.

Surging upward, I sink my teeth into his chest, just over his heart. David hisses softly, his body quivering beneath my touch. I moan loudly, unable to contain the ferocious swell of emotion that rises in my chest. I slide my tongue over the slight indentations left by my teeth and he lets out a gruff moan, rocking his hips so his cock slides through the parted lips of my sex.

"My turn," he whispers darkly. His biceps bulge sensuously as he adjusts his body, leaning on one hand. He raises the other hand to my breast, squeezing possessively as he fastens his mouth on my aching nipple. His mouth feels scorching hot on my breast, his tongue swirling and teasing the aching lump, then sinks his teeth into my nipple. I let out a small cry of pleasure, my body jerking as sharp hunger arrows to my core.

I clutch at his hair, too far gone to be gentle. I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing tightly, echoing my need to claim him. Possess him. Make him mine.

“David,” I moan helplessly, unable to voice the consuming need ravaging my body.

He looks at me with a wicked grin. “I’m here baby, be patient. I want to fuck you right,” he breathes, nibbling across my cleavage to my other breast. His expert fingers tug at the wet nipple he’d left behind, pinching it gently. My breasts are heavy, my sex swollen with my desire for him.

He slides back onto his knees and rises, his thighs spread between mine, his cock thick and hard and bobbing under its weight.

Everything in me tightens with ravenous greed. He's so beautiful with his perfectly carved body and chiseled abs. Everything down to his thick, slightly curved penis is majestic. Powerful. And I feel a sudden surge of happiness at the thought that this beautiful man is all mine.

I let out a whimper.

“Tell me what you need, little bird,” he says, lifting my leg and planting a kiss to my calf. I can feel myself slowly inching closer to him, almost entirely unconsciously.

“I…” I lose my words as he nips my calf. I regain thought and continue “I want to feel your cock inside of me,” I get out. His eyes become a stormy sea at my words.

"Oh, Tara," he growls, taking my mouth in a rough, lust-fueled kiss. Lifting me, he moves, turning us so that his back is to the headboard and I'm spread over him. Our flesh slides against each other, slickened by sweat. His hands roam my body, his muscled body flexing powerfully.

He reaches between my legs, his fingers delving reverently into my cleft. The roughened pads stroke over my clit and skirt the trembling opening to my sex. With my lips pressed to his mouth, I moan deeply, unconsciously rocking my hips. He fingers me leisurely, building my need, his kiss gentling into a slow, deep fucking of my mouth.

I can't seem to breathe from pleasure overload. My body quivers as he cups me in his hand, his long middle finger sliding lazily into me. His palm rubs against my clit, his fingertip stroking over delicate tissues. With his other hand, he grips my hip, holding me in place, restraining me as I writhe helplessly in pleasure.

Despite his display of control, I can feel his body trembling, his chest heaving forcefully as he continues to drive me crazy with his hands.

“God, you’re dripping for me, baby,” he mutters. I’ve never been as turned on in my life as I am in this moment. It’s like he already knows everything about my body, and I love it.

Just as I feel myself reaching a climax, he softly curses, and withdraws his fingers from my sheath. He shocks me when he lifts his hand to his mouth and sucks my remaining arousal from it, before leaning down to give me another deep kiss, the remnants of my own taste mingling with the divine flavor of his mouth.

Next thing I know, he yanks me forward, then down, his hips bucking upward, his raging cock driving into me.

I let out a shrill scream, reflexively gripping his shoulders as my sex ripples uncontrollably around him. He suddenly freezes, his expression instantly morphing into shock and guilt.

“Oh God, I'm so sorry. I was so carried away. I… fuck!”

“You didn't hurt me, David,” I say, shifting slightly to adjust to the feeling of him inside of me, so deep. “Just a little soreness but it's not something I can't take.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, his eyes filled with concern as the searing mine.

“Yes,” I reply and lean forward to place a reassuring kiss on his forehead. “I'm fine, now can you fuck me, please?”

"As you wish, my lady," he says, then slams into me with a force that has me jerking forward.

I close my eyes, letting my instinct take over. My hips started to move of their own volition, my thighs clenching and releasing as I focused only on the moment, on the man that's come to claim my heart.

“Oh, fuck yes!” David moans hoarsely, his hips bucking ferociously into mine. He drops his hands, one grasping my breast while the other lays a light squeeze around my neck as our bodies slam against each other. His biceps clench and flex with his movements. His abs tighten every time I take him to the hilt, the rigid lacing of muscles glistening with sweat.

He closes his eyes and lets go, giving himself up to me. Undulating my hips, I take my pleasure, moaning his name. My core clenches rhythmically, my orgasm rushing up too quickly. I falter, suddenly overwhelmed.

“Please, David” I gasp. “I- I can't anymore.”

He catches me by the nape and he slides down until we are both flat on the bed. Then he pins me tightly, holding me immobile. He starts to thrust upward, his thrusts powerful and precise. The friction of his thick cock rubbing and surging was too much. I scream his name as my body succumbs to a second wave of orgasm. I shudder violently, my nails digging into his unyielding muscles, my mouth opened to draw in desperate breaths of air.

David flips me over so I'm under him. He thrusts into me a few more times, hard and fast, his eyes fastened to mine. Suddenly, he pulls out of me with a beastly growl. His cock, hot and wet with my fluid, lands on my lower stomach.

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