Page 26 of Taking Jenny
Her sounds grew louder as I kissed higher, making me drunk with lust as I catalogued every twitch of her hips, every tremble in her breath. She tasted like heat and salt and something uniquely her, and I couldn’t get enough.
When I reached her glistening pussy, I skipped over that spot, kissing down the opposite thigh instead.
“Tease,” she hissed.
I fought a grin. I was learning fast how much fun it was to make her tremble. I licked my way back up her leg, slower this time, more deliberate. Drawing it out. I worshipped her withevery breath, up along her stomach, across her breasts, to that sensitive spot at the curve of her neck.
“I want to taste you,” I said against her skin near her ear. “May I?”
“Yes, please,” she breathed.
Still, I hesitated, feeling a little playful myself. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret—”
“Oh my god, Tiger,” she said, her voice infused with impatience. “Yes, whatever you want, yes!”
I grinned down at her. “See how frustrating it is when the other person keeps asking permission?”
She laughed and smacked my chest. “You teasing bastard.”
I kissed her again before she could say anything else—hot and hungry and full of every filthy thing I wanted to do to her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and rubbed her slick, wet center against the head of my cock. It was bliss. It was madness. It was almost enough to break me.
I groaned into her mouth as she rolled her hips again. Gods, the feel of her—silky, wet, hot against me. But as tempted as I was, I wasn’t ready to slide inside of her. Not yet. I needed to taste her first. I had to.
I trailed kisses back down her body, and her moans turned deeper, throatier, her hands tugging at my hair, my shoulders, needing me everywhere at once. By the time I knelt between her thighs, I was shaking with desire. But I didn’t rush.
She was a vision—open, dripping, her scent wrapping around me like a spell. I parted her with my fingers and bent low, pressing my tongue to her with reverence and greed. The first taste of her was better than anything I’d ever imagined.
She whimpered above me, hips twitching. I licked up, then down, then circled the tight little bud at the top of her slit, and when she cried out, I knew I’d found a particularly sensitive spot. I focused my efforts there, teasing it with the flat of mytongue, then suckled that bead of flesh until she was panting, whimpering, chanting my name like a curse and a prayer.
“Oh fuck, yes!” she gasped, hips bucking.
My control dwindled down to nothing. My cock throbbed and leaked and I couldn’t wait anymore. I surged up her body and kissed her, frantic and starved. My voice was ragged, almost unrecognizable when I said, “I need to be inside you.”
“Then do it,” she urged, her hands gripping my waist as she spread her legs wider to accommodate me. “Tiger, now.”
I lined myself up and rubbed the head of my cock along her soaked entrance, savoring the feel of her before I pushed my way inside. She rocked her hips, trying to take me in, and gods, she was tight. My heart pounded. My body trembled with restraint so I didn’t hurt her. Finally, the head of my cock breached her—and we gasped together, stunned by the sheer intensity of it.
I couldn’t see straight. I couldn’t breathe. Time blurred as I made my first thrust into her, trying and failing to hold back. But Jenny moved with me, not letting me in too deep. She grabbed my shoulders, angling herself just right beneath me so I could only get halfway inside her, which was all she seemed able to take.
I pulled back, but not out, panting as I looked down at her face, hoping I wasn’t hurting her. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, don’t stop!”
I rolled my hips against her, pumping myself in and out of her tiny, and tight, body. Ecstasy surged through me and I knew I was close. I wasn’t going to last and I wanted her to come first. I reached beneath her, clutched her ass, and rolled us over onto my back with her on top of me, straddling my hips.
Streaks of her blue hair teased her breasts, and she laughed, breathless and beautiful. “Didn’t see that coming.”
“Is this okay?” I asked, my tone gruff.
“Mmm,” she purred, stroking her hands down along my chest, remaining half seated on my thick cock. “I love when you take control like that.”
“You like it when I move you?” I growled possessively. “When I put you exactly where I want you?”
She nodded. “Oh, yes.”
I gripped her ass again and began guiding her, lifting and lowering her onto my cock, using my strength to rock her against me, but not too deeply. Her pussy clenched harder around my shaft, wetter, like it was trying to keep me inside her forever.
“You’re gonna make me come, Tiger,” she whimpered, laying against my chest, her mouth at the curve of my throat. Then she bit my pec—sharp and possessive and wild.
