Page 14 of Crossing the Line
With ravishing hunger, his lips capture mine. Hercules binds his large fingers around my arm and methodically guides me down against the fluffy rug we’re sitting on. He stretches my arms above my head. Even though I’m indulging in the taste of his mouth and the feel of his hardness on top of mine, I take note that this is the second time Hercules has held my arms this way. I never thought his sex style would be so possessive. With our sensual kiss deepening, I gladly submit myself to him yet again, body and soul. But then I squeeze my eyes shut tightly as a picture of Lauren whispering in Hercules’s ear comes to mind.
“Wait,” I say as Hercules liberates one of my breasts. My eager nipple hates me for stopping him. It yearns for his mouth to cover it, his tongue to swaddle it, and his teeth to nibble it.
“What is it?” Hercules breathes heavily as his hungry eyes shift back and forth from my face to my breasts. Then his rigid hardness digs into my slit, reminding me what’s important at the moment. The pleasurable sensation is immediate, causing me to spew a quick breath.
I want to say never mind and let him finish what he’s starting, but instead, I ask, “You said Lauren’s your cousin?”
“Yes.” He sounds impatient.
“Then why was she so possessive of you?”
He groans. “Do you really want to talk about her right now?”
“If she’s your girlfriend, then yes.”
“Paisley, if she was my girlfriend, you wouldn’t be here with me right now. I don’t cheat on women I commit to. And I’m not nor will I ever be committed to her,” he declares with a bite.
Gazing into his earnest eyes, I believe him.Oh goodness.I’m on the verge of giving myself to Hercules Lord for the second time in my life. I nod, giving him permission to take me in any way he desires. Plus, my eyes can no longer hold his attention. Hercules swallows as he seems hypnotized by my hard nipple that’s being aroused even more by the sensation of his heavy breath blowing against it.
Without further delay, he sucks in as much of my 34C-sized breast as he can fit between his dimpled cheeks. I grab hold of his strong shoulders as his tongue and teeth stimulate my nipple, sending shivers of pleasure to my lady parts.
I exhale heavily against the fresh air in the room. I’m experiencing sensory overload as he lets go of my arm and allows his hand to slide up my inner thigh, parting them and then…
“Ha,” I gasp as the back of my head pinches the soft fibers beneath us.
His finger rounds my clit, applying pressure that makes an immediate impact. Hercules’s strokes are just as poignant as—if not better than—Mr. Man, my vibrator. I squirm with delight as I gnaw on my bottom lip.
“Baby, don’t do that with your mouth, or I’m going to have to fuck you first,” he says in a sensually gruff voice.
Do what with my mouth? Oh.
I release my lower lip, and his mouth immediately seizes it. And we’re kissing again as he intensifies his stimulation. My whimpers and moans join our urgent, warm, wet kissing. I’m so overstimulated that I’m battling the desire to faint from too much pleasure.
When an orgasm sprouts through my core, I moan louder into his mouth. But as the overpowering sensation expands, I turn my head, ending our kiss, so I can feel it grow.
“Yeah, baby,” he whispers as I instinctively incline my hips toward his finger work. “I love it when a woman knows how to get what she wants,” he declares.
Emboldened by his claim. I angle my hips. “Ah,” I cry to the high heavens, and my thighs compulsively shiver as the explosion I’ve been seeking occurs, and pleasure like no other spreads through my hood.
Standing on his knees between my legs, Hercules mutters a string of curse words as he snatches off my black bikini panties and tosses them over his head. Then, eyes narrowed, he slides a finger up and down my slit.
“Damn. You’re so wet.”
He’s right. I am. I’m so turned on.
He eagerly undoes his belt buckle and unzips his trousers. Through my hazy gaze, I watch him stroke himself twice before sucking air between his teeth. He’s just as humongous as I remember.How could I have ever endured such circumference during my first time ever?
“I can’t wait.” He slides a condom out of his pocket, tears it open, and rolls the rubber over his erection.
“Me neither.” I sigh.
He’s ready. Thighs separated, sex eager, I stiffen with anticipation. Then his girth presses against my entrance. Slowly, almost ceremoniously, Hercules slides himself inside me.
He shivers. “Oh shit.” Then, in one swift motion, Hercules rolls me on top of him. My thighs straddle him. Grasping my ass, he shifts me against his cock. I’m so full of him that I can barely endure how good he feels inside me.
With my cheek pinned against his, he whispers, “I want this so bad.”
Me too—as my moaning is full of want and yearning. He’s stretching me so wide. His thrusts feels so good. And when Hercules finally becomes overwhelmed by his own pleasure, he lets go of my hips to grip my waist. That frees me up to chase every sensation his prodding inspires.
