Page 78 of Hell of a Mess
Reaching behind her, I unhooked her bra and took it from her.
“Lie back,” I told her.
I helped ease her back so that she didn’t have to use her cast for support. Her panties were a tiny scrap of pink lace. Part of me wanted to rip them off, but the other part wanted to keep them. I wasn’t one to save mementos, but like everything else with Lace, I was different. I wanted these.
As I pulled them down her thighs, she trembled. My eyes lifted to meet hers, and a soft smile touched her lips. My chest constricted. She had no idea how powerful she was.
I stuffed her panties into my back pocket. “Just like you did for me last night, open your thighs.”
She slowly began to spread them, and I ran my hands down the insides. Her bare pink pussy was now on display. The wetness glistening on it made my cock press uncomfortably against the zipper of my jeans.
Easy, fella. She’s not ready for you yet.
Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I lowered my head andwatched her face as I took my first long lick from her tight opening to the swollen nub of her clit.
“OH GOD,” she cried out as pleasure contorted her face.
That was what I wanted to see. I repeated the move, and she whimpered. Then I teased her clit, circling it with my tongue. When I pulled it into my mouth to suck, she let out a strangled sound, and her body shuddered. That had been fast.
The beast inside me was purring like a damn cat. No one else had done this. No one had tasted her. No one else had seen her come apart. Just me.
I continued to lap up her release and enjoyed watching her squirm as I unsnapped my jeans and freed my dick from its painful constraints. As badly as I wanted to pump it, I didn’t touch it. I wasn’t sure how much it could take. Lace’s beautiful, naked, untouched body, laid out for me to take, was a powerful aphrodisiac. And the more I thought about sinking into her tight, unused cunt, it only got stronger.
While she lay there, gasping for air, I lifted my head and winked at her. I’d planned on getting her off a few times first, but I was going to blow my load if I had to watch her again. Shoving my jeans down, I took her thighs and pulled her bottom to the edge of the table, then ripped my shirt over my head. Her gaze fell to my chest, and the heat that filled her eyes only made me more crazed.
“You know this is gonna hurt the first time, yeah?” I asked her, making sure.
She nodded. “Yes.”
Her body was flushed, and her hair was tousled. She looked like an angel someone had defiled. That only made my fucking dick leak pre-cum like I was a damn teenager.
SHIT! A condom. I needed to get the condom out of my jeans.
I stared down at her, looking freshly fucked and stunning. No one else had ever touched her. And I’d had my monthly STD testlast week. I was clean.
But there were other concerns. Pregnancy.
Dammit! I wanted to feel her bare.
Maybe just a little, and then I’d put on a condom. That would work. It would slide in easier, too, probably hurt her less. Yeah, it was better bare.
Reaching down, I took my throbbing cock and ran the swollen almost-purple head over her wet folds.
“Ohhh,” she whispered.
My eyes shot up to see her watching it. The head getting slick with her juices.
I would have to pull out right after she got over the pain and cover the damn thing. He was ready to explode already.
“Fuck, that’s a pretty little cunt,” I murmured, dropping my gaze back to her opening.
Pressing the mushroom tip in just a little, I heard her suck in a breath and hold it. Pushing it in further, I went slow, torn between watching her face and the sight of my cock sinking into her. The squeeze was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It had been over twenty-five years since I’d been in a woman bare. Kye’s mother, to be exact. The slick heat sucking me deeper felt like nirvana, taking me to a place I’d happily drown in.
The barrier stopped me, and her eyes flew back up to mine. I expected fear or something like trepidation, but I saw neither.
“Do it,” she panted. “Please.”
Desire and need.
