Page 26 of Tice's Kind of Trouble
“Yes, we did.” I reply in a rumble as I let my hands wander up her back, sliding into the thick mass of her hair. When I tilt her neck, she keens, rocking her pussy against me in a jerky, unpracticed motion.
Fuck. I love it.
Opening my mouth, I trace my tongue up the delicate curve of her neck until I’ve got her earlobe locked gently between in my teeth. “I’d fight every man in the world to protect you.”
“Tice… the things you say.”
“Are true.” I take her mouth, keeping her head tilted, allowing myself to slide my tongue against hers, mimicking the way I want to own her tight little pussy.
“Open my pants,” I breathe roughly against her mouth.
Bethany’s hands scramble between us while I wrestle her out of her shirt. And finally, she’s naked, straddling me with my veiny erection caught between us.
“Ready for daddy?”
Her eyes flip to mine and she sees me grinning hotly at her.
Laughing, I pull her closer, grinding that sweet claimed pussy against me. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“These aren’t lying.” I cup her breasts, my palms abrading her erect nipples, testing the weight of her. “Your tits are beautiful, and these nipples…”
I growl, nipping her as I shift her higher against my body. “Perfection. Now slide that tight little slit down onto my crown so I can fill you up, little sex kitten.”
“Sexkitten,” she breathes, voice climbing higher. “That’s not me.”
“It is now.” I suck in air as she helps guide my aching tip against the heat and wetness. “God. What you do to me.”
She licks across her lower lip, those moss-green eyes shimmering when she meets my gaze.
For a beat, we’re caught in the heat, our breath mingling, the meaning of everything of the past hours coalescing in the center of my chest.
“Mine,” I whisper, brushing my hand over her cheek, pulling her in for a kiss.
“Yours, Tice.” She shudders in my arms, starts to move. A slow sensual wave, discovering her prowess.
“That’s right. Take it all,” I say hoarsely as she wiggles, and wiggles, trying to fit all ten inches of me. “Oh, fuck, honey. Fuck that feels incredible.”
Shivering, breathing hard, she settles down onto me. All of me. Every fucking inch until she’s moaning at the feeling of being stretched.
“Need you to come for me, Bethany.” I find her clit with my thumb, sliding back and forth against her. “Watch us. Look at me sliding in and out ofmypussy.”
“Oh,” she whimpers, “Tice. That feels really good. I love it.”
I thrust upward, bouncing her tits, lodging myself deeper. “Damn, baby. You’re so sweet. So perfect. Tight for me.”
I lift her with one hand, take care of her clit with the other, both of us panting as we watch the dewey wetness coating me, over and over.
The pressure gets unbearable, my chest pistoning. So fucking close. Bethany’s out of her head, clawing at my shoulders, her skin flushed across her breasts, her neck, her eyes bright, burning.
“Chase it, Bethany. Grind this clit on the trunk of my dick”
“Like—” her words falter as she tries the motion. “Oh. Oh. Yes.”
“That’s it. Work your precious little cunt until we detonate.”
It only takes seconds, Bethany’s rolling pace breaks, her throat working around the moans that are coming constantly now.
