Page 11 of Vendetta
Jason kissed her back, slowly, not matching her hurried pace.His hands came up to cup her face as he deepened the kiss and she let him, loving the way one hand moved to pull the tie from her hair so it would fall heavily around her shoulders.He wasted no time getting both hands in it, clutching the strands to pull her closer.
And the man sure knew how to kiss.Damn.
Dylan was a curvy girl, but Jason let go of her hair, grabbing her hips and pulling her to straddle his lap like she weighed nothing at all.While she was caught off guard, he began peppering kisses over her throat, over her chest.He wasn’t playing.When those big hands slid up from her hips to her breasts, she pressed herself into him.The scratch of his beard sent shivers down her spine.The way his hands handled her breasts had her nipples rock hard as she tried to catch her breath.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she got her hands into the thick locks of his hair.When he grabbed the hem of her peasant top and pulled it up and off her, she helped him, grateful she’d worn a nice bra and panty set.Had she hoped things would go like this?Yes.Jason’s hands went for the back of her bra, and she took the opportunity to grind down on him, not disappointed in the bulge she encountered.Her panties were a soaked mess under her jeans as he got the bra off, got his hands and mouth on her breasts.
“That feels so fucking good,” she said with a gasp.The way his tongue danced over her nipple had her squirming on his lap.Little nips of his teeth pushed her desire through the roof.
Grabbing his hair, she just enjoyed what he was offering, hanging on tight.
Jason took his time with her, not hitting the gas pedal the way she wanted him to.His touch was rough, but he didn’t cross the line to pain.He started rolling his hips under her, wanting her to feel what she was doing to him.Yes, she wanted that.Impatient as she was, she couldn’t hurry him, but the slow torture was what she needed and hadn’t known it until this minute.It had been so long since she’d last had sex, and she couldn’t remember anyone working her up the way he was now.
He pressed warm kisses up her chest, over her throat.By the time his lips made it to her ear, Dylan was trembling with need.The brush of his beard over her ear made her shiver.
“Are we covered here?”His breath was hot in her ear.“I didn’t exactly plan ahead.Not that I’m disappointed by how this is going.”
“IUD,” she managed, struggling for air.“I’ve been tested.I’m clean.”
“Me too.Hang on,” he said, rising from the couch with her like he didn’t have her wrapped around his body.“Where am I going?”
There were only two other rooms, a bathroom and her bedroom which she pointed to.Jason headed for it, again, not in a rush.
It was cooler in her bedroom and dark, with only the light from the streetlamps shining through her one small window.When he lowered her onto her bed it felt heavenly, cool against her skin.She didn’t have long to enjoy it because Jason’s hands went to the front of her jeans, and he began working them off her lower body, pulling off her panties.When she was completely revealed to him, those dark eyes took her in slowly, like he was committing her to memory.The man hovered above her, taking her all in and it was driving her crazy.
While he was eye-fucking her, she pawed at his hoodie.“Your turn.Take stuff off,” she said, flashing him a smile.
Grabbing the hem of that hoodie, he pulled it off like an experienced stripper, smiling the entire time.She’d underestimated what he had under there.Damn.Jason was cut with huge biceps and a wide expanse of muscular chest.He had a few tattoos scattered over his torso and arms, but it was too dark to make out any details.And considering the bulge at the front of his jeans right now, she didn’t give a damn what tattoos he had.
“Now the rest,” she prompted him, running a bare foot along his denim-covered thigh.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, making quick work of his jeans.And he was commando under there, so she got a look at what he was packing earlier than she would have.It was well-proportioned to the rest of him.Damn.
“See something you like?”Jason asked, taking himself in hand and working his cock with leisurely strokes.
Jason rolled to her side, stretching out on his back.He winked at her, still working himself.“Save a bike, ride a biker,” he said.“Hop on.”
Well, she wasn’t turningthatdown.Dylan straddled him, sliding down on him and gasping as her walls spread around him.She took it slowly, enjoying the burn and stretch.His big hands were on her hips, but he wasn’t trying to hurry her.The way those deep, dark eyes drank her in, she could tell he was enjoying the show.
When Dylan made it all the way down, she rotated her hips, causing him to rotate up into her.It was a nice start, but she wanted more.Planting her hands on his chest, she switched up her position.He said ride a biker, didn’t he?When she found a comfortable place, she started moving up and down on him.Being on top was a huge turn on for her and as a curvier girl, she didn’t get the opportunity often.
Jason was the perfect size to hit all the right places, feeling so good as she moved on him.The way his gaze moved over her face and breasts had her libido growing fangs.The way he focused on where their bodies joined as she rode him made her weak in the knees.Sliding a hand between them, he delicately started working her clit with his thumb.It wasn’t the all-out rub fest that most men thought was sexy.No, his touch was delicate with just the right amount of pressure.He kept up with her, making her fuck herself on his cock as she was.It drove her crazy.
“You feel so good squeezing me,” he growled, the pleasure making his deep voice gravelly, and the sound sent shivers down her spine.
Dylan was beyond speech at that point.Her nails were scratching over the light sprinkling of hair on his massive chest, her vision fading out as she got closer to the orgasm she was chasing.When it hit her, she closed her eyes and stars exploded behind her eyelids as all that sensation rocked her.Her movements were erratic, slowing.Beneath her, Jason finally grabbed her hips and started pulling her down on his cock as he thrust up.She tried not to scream because of her neighbors but… fuck her neighbors.His moves drew her release out, taking it from a quiet riot to full-on fireworks exploding in her body.She clawed at his chest, fighting to breathe.She wasn’t aware that he’d rolled her under him until she was coming back down.
Having him on top?What more could a girl want?Jason was big and her world darkened as she was lost in his shadow.He was already fucking her, slowly.His cock was harder now.
Leaning down, he chained kisses up her neck, up to her ear.“You got quiet, Dylan,” he whispered hotly.“You good?”
Still fighting to catch her breath, she grinned.“I’m fan-fucking-tastic, big guy.What else you got?”
His laugh was a deep rumble that sent a shiver running through her.“I was hoping you’d say that.”
His movements within her slowed as he captured each of her hands in his.Lacing his fingers through hers, he pressed them into the bed on either side of her head.His hold was firm, but not too hard and it didn’t hurt.Jason came closer, dropping to his elbows so he could kiss her mouth, taste her skin.And he did as his thrusts gained in speed and momentum.Dylan’s knees came up to cradle his hips, as he worked himself in her.His thrusts were faster, a little harder.Pinned beneath him, she just enjoyed the ride, wishing she’d turned on the lamp on her bedside table.The view of him was gorgeous with wide shoulders, all that muscle, and his dark hair hanging around his face as he fucked her.
Jason pushed her back up to the edge again, breathing fast, but he didn’t appear to be close to coming himself.He dropped kisses over her face, down to her chest.When his lips found her nipple, and he didn’t break his stride, she braced for impact.He traced over that tiny peak, and at the same time, his thrusts grew stronger.Her cry was raspy and low as he made her come again on his cock, still pushing into her as her walls fluttered around his driving length.
