Page 8 of River
All those worries about whether he was just looking at me because I was the nearest woman around have disappeared. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about River in the short time I’ve known him, it's that he’s honest and kind and incredibly possessive. He wouldn’t just say those kinds of things if he didn’t mean them.
I’m his now. Or, at least I will be in by the time the night’s over. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with this amazing, strong man.
“Shit, Kara,” he growls. “You taste so fucking good.”
My back crashes into the wall. A framed photo of him and his brother from high school falls to the floor. My hands glide through his hair as the erection in his jeans burns against my clit.
“Fuck me, River,” I moan. “I want you inside me right fucking now.”
“All in good time,” he grins. “But first, I’m going to lick that sweet, tight pussy of yours. I’m going to bury my fingers deep inside your cunt and suck on your clit until you’re seeing stars. And then I’m going to shove my cock deep down your throat. You’re going to gag on my huge balls.”
“Oh, shit.” I put my hand between his legs and grab his hardness through his jeans. “Lick my pussy, big boy. Right fucking now.”
“Your wish is my command.”
He carries me to the couch and I spread my legs wide open.
River kisses my stomach softly, looking up into my eyes the whole time. My skin shudders at his touch. I’m not used to having people touch me there.
His hand is so big, when he rests it on my stomach it takes up most of my torso. I grab onto one of his fingers. It looks like a baby holding on to its parent's hand.
He pulls my trousers down ever so slowly. Kissing every inch of newly exposed skin. Kissing the light patch of hair above my pussy. Groaning softly as he lifts my legs in the air and removes my trousers and my panties. Yanking them all the way down to my ankles and then yanking them one more time until they’re in his hand.
He throws the trousers on the floor but keeps the panties in his hand. Putting them to his nose, he takes a deep breath. “These are mine now,” he says, putting them in the back pocket of his jeans. “Just like you.”
Pushing my knees apart again, he bites the inside of my thigh. Not hard. But with enough force to make me pull away a little bit.
“Ouch.”
“You like that?” he purrs. “You like it when I bite your big, beautiful thigh?”
‘Yes,” I admit. “I just wasn’t ready for it.”
“Good.” His fingers graze against the side of my pussy. Teasing me. “Now put your head back and enjoy the ride. I’m about to make you cum like you’ve never cum before.”
Again he bites the inside of my leg, but this time it’s much softer. Just gnashing at my skin. Slowly getting closer and closer to the wet, pink patch between my legs, until his tongue is licking the inside of my thigh and his hands are rubbing big, massage-like circles around my pubic area.
Then, just when I think I can’t stand it another second, I feel his tongue graze the very tip of my pussy lips. So soft, it makes one of my eyelids flicker and my toes cramp.
He strokes my hole with his index finger. River’s tongue licks up the middle of my pussy. Parting my lips like Moses and the sea, but instead of freeing the slaves from Egypt, he’s making me his slave. His sex slave. A cock hungry slut begging for his dick with every cell in my body.
“Yes,” I whimper. “More. Much more, River! Lick my damn pussy, you fucking wild beast. Lick my damn pussy!”
Spurred on by my words of encouragement, his fingers enter my cunt. Slowly getting deeper as he sucks on my clit.
He saws in and out of me. His tongue doing things to my pussy that I never even thought possible. I arch my back. My breath becomes ragged. Like I’ve just dived into a freezing cold lake. The icy magnificence of his tongue shocking my brain. Making my stomach tighten. I clamp my thighs around his face. His beard scratches my skin. I can't handle it anymore. “I’m gonna cum!” I cry. “Oh, shit! I’m fucking cumming so fucking bad!”
“Yes.” He sinks his fingers deeper inside me. His tongue flicking over my clit like a wet, soft flag fluttering in a hurricane-force wind. “Cum for me, Kara. Cum all over my fucking face.”
“Aarrrrgh!!” My release explodes through my body. Once. twice. River doesn’t stop licking me and fingering me. Instead, he picks put the pace. Growling dirty words into my cunt as my ass bucks up and down on the couch. Pushing harder and harder into his mouth.
Finally, he pulls away. My head collapses on the cushion next to me. I can barely keep my eyes open. River wipes his hand on the back of his mouth.
“That was incredible.”
“That was just the warm-up.”
I watch as he stands up and undoes his belt. He pops open the buttons on his jeans and then wiggles his hips. His pants and his boxers fall to the floor around his feet. His huge, angry erection points straight at me. It’s a thing of beauty. Half shaded by the dim light. A little darker than the skin on his arms and his face. As thick as a beer can. Dead straight. A glistening, pink head the shape of an upsidedown heart, just begging to be inside me.
