Page 22 of Rebel

My head tipped back when I felt him kissing his way up my leg. It was like being worshiped in a way I couldn’t readily describe. I couldn’t imagine what he got out of rubbing his face against the wet crotch of my panties until I heard him murmur something about how good I smelled. It made me cringe a little because I didn’t believe that was true and it reminded me that he might not like the way I tasted. I didn’t know why I worried about that because within seconds he had pulled my panties off and his tongue was on me. I was so excited that it was becoming hard to keep my train of thought. He abruptly stopped and moved up my body.

“Love how wet you are. But I want to start at the top and work my way down. That way, I don’t miss anything important.”

When he dipped his head for a kiss, I could taste myself on his lips. That thought drifted away as our tongues tangled again. My hands went to slide up the bulging muscles of his chest. Everything about Rebel was perfect. Although I couldn’t say I loved his rebellious nature, I was growing accustomed to this personality quirk.

I reveled in his kisses, thrilled when he moved down to kiss my neck because under his lips, I learned that my neck had several spots that spiked my arousal when kissed and licked. Rebel knew exactly what he was doing. What seemed at first like playful exploration, became a quest to see how many places on my body could provoke a sexual response.

I was already about to explode by the time he made it to my breasts. My generous breasts almost seemed smaller in his big hands. He squeezed them just right, firmly but not so hard it hurt. When he teased my nipples with his mouth, my eyes practically rolled back in my head.

When one of his hands drifted down to stroke my clit while he sucked on one nipple and then the other, I moaned with pleasure.

He whispered proudly, “You like that, don’t ya, beautiful?”

I nodded, breathless and on the edge of coming hard. When his hand moved away and he rolled over on his back, I was so frustrated that it turned into irritation. He slapped his chest and said, “Get your pretty ass up here. I want you on my face so I can lick your pussy properly.”

All my irritation evaporated in an instant. I’d never sat on a man’s face before. And it was one of the things on my bucket list, so needless to say, I eagerly crawled into place. It occurred to me to ask at the last minute, “Are you sure I’m not too much?”

“I’m fucking sure that if you don’t stop worrying about shit like that, I’m going to turn you over my knee for the sexiest spanking of your life.”

My nostrils flared with anger and indignation. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Wrapping both hands around my thighs, he said, “Try me,” before pulling me down so he could reach my pussy with his mouth. Then he went to town, like licking my pussy was the best thing in his world.

I was so overly aroused that I almost came when his tongue lightly moved over my clit the first time. I knew he wouldn’t like that, so I fought it and failed miserably. This man didn’t even have to look for my g-spot because I came hard after just a few minutes. He eased up, running his tongue though my slit and stopping to tongue my opening before going hard at my clit again. The sexy bastard made me come with his mouth three times before I made him stop.

Somewhere along the way, he’d unzipped his pants to set his python free. I know he’d said that we’d only be fooling around, but by that time all bets were off. Without missing a beat, I moved down and lowered myself over his thick, hard cock. When he was notched into place and my still convulsing pussy was ready to take his cockhead, I told him. “We can stop anytime. Just tell me no.”

“Fucking hell, ain’t no man saying no to the softest pussy in the world kissing his cock head. If you want me tonight, I’m yours.”

I felt my face light up because that was exactly what I was hoping he would say. “Get ready because I am not going to be gentle.”

He jerked his chin at me, “Come on then. Give it your best shot.”

Rebel was cocky, sure of himself, and didn’t tolerate my self-conscious bullshit for a hot second. I kind of liked that about him. I slowly sank down on his thick cock, feeling the stretch turn into a burn. He must have sensed it or saw a pained expression on my face because he grabbed my hips, gently chiding me.

“There’s a difference between not going easy on me and not going easy on yourself. There’s no place for pain in the pleasure we share. Think you can remember that?”

I stopped biting my bottom lip long enough to nod. “I’ll remember. When it comes to you, I’m just way too eager, that’s all.”

He slowly released me with a warning, “Go slow. You can take me. I know you can because I’m going to fucking die if I can’t have you tonight.”

Something about the desperate tone of his voice got me to relax. We were both on the same page. I didn’t need to hurry before he got frustrated with waiting. Going at my own pace, I rocked up and down on his cock until my hungry pussy had somehow managed to swallow it all.

“I feel so full of you.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s what they all say.”

I slapped his chest, frustrated that he was talking about other women again. “I don’t want to hear about all the women you’ve fucked. Not ever.”

A smug expression slipped onto his handsome face. “You’re getting a little possessive over the man you didn’t want anything to do with just this afternoon.”

I rose up and slammed back down on his cock, making him gasp.

“That was fucking naughty. You planning to tame my mouth by using the soft clench of your pussy on my cock?”

I smiled down at him, “It sounds real dirty when you put it like that.” I continued moving on him, setting up a pace that made us both pant.

He gritted out, “I gotta warn you, that sounds like a pretty fucking effective plan.”

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