A Little Less Conversation (16 page)

“I’m trying to be cool here, but you keep saying stuff like that and it just drives me over the edge. And it’s a hell of a drop on the other side, baby. You gotta try to help me hold on.”

“Mmm…that’s not what I want. I want you to fall over the edge. I want to push you over it, Mark. Just shove you right over the side.” Her lips found the slight bump on the bridge of his nose and she pressed a tender kiss to it, just as she’d imagined doing the week before, when she’d watched him chatting with Roy in the street. “So what’s the problem?”

“You have no idea what you’re asking for—and you make me so fucking desperate for you that I just want to break you open.
Plus,
I’m a hell of a lot bigger than you are, that’s what,” he muttered, sounding adorably aggravated. “If we’re not careful, you’re going to be sore as hell. And shit, Mel, you really have no idea just what kinds of things I want from you.” Holding her stare, he slipped one warm hand over her bottom. With a raw, carnal fire smoldering in the green of his eyes, he deliberately stroked the blunt tip of one finger between her cheeks, then directly over the sensitive pucker of her ass, sending a hot, piercing stab of need through her sex that felt as wickedly good as it did odd and bold. “I’m not kidding when I say I’ll want
all
of you.
Everywhere,
” he rasped roughly, those sinful green eyes narrowed as he studied her beneath the thick fringe of his ebony lashes. “
Every
hot, tight, naughty little inch.”

“Mark?” she said, shivering, stroking the long, tight tendons of his neck, following them down to the powerful curve of his wide shoulders. His body was a work of art, and she couldn’t wait to watch it mature over the years. To know that it belonged to her, that it looked to her for its pleasures—all of them—no matter how fierce or raw or darkly sexual they might be. And god only knew she had a lifetime of fantasies saved up to enact on his poor bod.

“Yeah?”

“Let go. I’m not some fragile flower. Just because I’ve never had the kind of sex you’re talking about, doesn’t…doesn’t mean I can’t handle it…or that I don’t want it.” Tilting her head to the side, she sent him a slow smile, adding in a throaty whisper, “Maybe I just needed the right man to give it to me.” Then she leaned forward and nipped his earlobe at the same time she flicked his left nipple with her thumbnail. Mel grinned, feeling the growl breaking out of him vibrate through the long, thick stalk of his cock, and quiver against the tender tips of her nipples pressed so deliciously against the powerful muscles of his chest. Then the erotic scrape of sound poured over her lips, and he moved in for a full, taking kiss.

“You asked for it, Mel,” he warned roughly, using that one thick finger to carefully penetrate her ass, then working it steadily in and out, never going too deep, but letting her know
exactly
what he’d soon want from her. “You better be ready to take it.”

“I’m ready,” she gasped, nearly sobbing from the rich flood of satisfaction the next powerful stroke of his cock slammed through her system—the vicious pleasure only heightened by his finger fucking deliciously into her backside, each thrust suddenly taking it just that little bit deeper, until the biting sensation all but had her keening in sexual discovery. “Now…give it your best shot, Mark.”

He growled again at her daring teasing, forcing his heavy cock balls-deep at the same time he forced his long finger completely into the fist-tight depths of her ass, and a sharp, breathless cry jerked out of her as the ecstasy crashed down on her, violent and earth-shattering, creating something within her that was brilliant and new. He held himself pressed deep, giving her the hard column of his cock to crash against, while his buried finger stroked knowingly against the tender, intensely sensitive tissues within that erotically forbidden hole.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me, Mel. Let me feel how much you love my cock crammed so deep into this hot, perfect little cunt—how much you’re enjoying my finger fucking you here. Christ, it’s so fucking good. So tight and hungry and sweet, angel. I’m gonna kill myself fucking you, sweetheart.”

“Mark,” she cried out, and the next words that left her mouth took that last thread of his restraint and snapped it so violently that the aftershocks shuddered through him, making his legs shake, his damn knees nearly give, it was so powerful. “Mark…oh god, I want it now. I want…I don’t know…I just want you to take me. Do it…whatever you want, damn it…just take me and do it!”

“You want it now, Mel?” he grated, the words harsh and ragged as he spoke them between the hard, heavy breaths that fought their way out of his lungs. “Do you even know what you’re saying, angel? Because it won’t be pretty and sweet. I want you too fucking badly for that.”

“I trust you, Mark. You won’t hurt me…and yes, I want it. I want everything that you want. Don’t ever hold back with me. I love you, and that means all of you. Trust me,” she pleaded with a shy, sexy smile, leaning forward to sink her teeth into the tender flesh of his lower lip—and he broke.

Shattered.

One second he stood pressing her against the wall, and then, without conscious direction from his brain, he found himself with her on the soft, white linens of her bed, her face and upper body pressed into the rumpled bedding. Her head was turned to the side so that she could see him, lush ass in the air, knees spread wide by his hard thighs…and her slender, delicate wrists trapped in the dominating grip of one big fist as he held her arms pinned forcefully against her lower back. Through narrowed eyes, he watched his throbbing, cum-slick dick slide through the swollen, thoroughly fucked lips of her cunt, coating himself in that rich, decadent cream she’d poured over him until he was glistening with it. He took precious seconds to appreciate the ruthlessly carnal view—her cunt so swollen and pink, dripping with her juices, rosy ass cheeks trembling from excitement, and then he pulled back and firmly gripped his other hand around the broad root of his cock. His big fingers bit down, making the full, blood-filled veins bulge, and with an animal snarl of possession, he pressed the fat, bulbous head against the tiny, innocent hole that he’d only moments before penetrated with his finger.

“
Mark
,
yes…
” she cried out at that first blistering contact, and she shivered beneath him, all hot, hungry woman, and his heart nearly burst from the rich swell of love rushing through him, filling him up, all his fears lost as he realized the acceptance she was giving him, offering so unconditionally. The eagerness and want for all his darker pleasures—his breathtaking little equal, in
everything
. No woman had ever come close to matching him so perfectly.

“Oh Mel, you look so damn hot like this, angel. This is going to be so fucking good,” and he pressed forward, forcing the very tip of him against that incredible tightness, until she began blooming open for him, swallowing the head, all that puckered, tender flesh opening wider and wider. The strong, biting muscle bit down on him so perfectly, as the head slipped in, that he had to grind his teeth to keep from shoving in his entire length and hurting her past that sharp point of pleasure that he knew she was feeling. No, they’d have to work up to that, and he knew his wicked little innocent was going to love every second of it.

And god, he loved how it looked, this primitive taking of her. Her arms pinned against her back, trapped, the rosy cheeks of her ass spread apart, and that sweet little hole spread too, forced open as his dick crammed its way in, stretching her until he knew the biting, burning pleasure was being seasoned with sparks of pain that would only heighten the feelings instead of hurting her. Damn, but did he
love
the pure, raw eroticism of the visual they made, his heavy cock digging deeper and deeper into the tight, so incredibly fucking tight, little opening, her body sucking him up inside, squeezing down on him hard, while below her gorgeous cunt just kept creaming, spilling that delicious, syrupy sweetness that he could still taste on his tongue. Still feel in his throat—that he’d hunger to eat for the rest of his life…and would.

“Aw, Mel, you look so sexy, honey. So delicate and sweet. I wish you could see this. It’s so gorgeous—my cock pumping into your tight, pretty hole. I can’t believe you’re taking it.” He curved over her, whispering darkly in her ear. “But you like it, don’t you, Mel? You like being fucked in this hot little ass. Love having my cock here, reaming into you, so hot and hard that you can barely breathe from how good it feels, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“God, yes,” she panted, her face cherry red and damp with raw passion.

Mark lifted the hand around his dick and brushed the heavy fall of her hair to the side, then pressed his open mouth against her neck, trailing wetly up to the sensitive place behind her ear. “I think deep down inside, I knew you would. Knew this beautiful body would belong to me just as thoroughly as your heart, if I could ever get lucky enough to convince you to take a chance on me. Knew you’d let me do anything I wanted to it, and that you’d love it. I’m so damn lucky to have found you, Melanie. I don’t know what the hell I did to deserve you, but I’m smart enough and ruthless enough to do everything it will ever take to keep you. You’re always mine.
Always
,” he grunted, powering his cock into her with a suddenly powerful shove of his hips, sending more thick inches into her as her pretty hole completely swallowed the top portion of his heavy shaft, stretching that tight, tender opening wider, her whole body going crimson from the hard, grinding feel of having her virgin ass fucked for the first time.

“Yes, yes…always,” she sobbed softly, her voice wrecked from the grunts of pleasure curling out of her—pleasure he could so easily feel riding the surface of her skin, rushing through her as she shimmied beneath him.

“Is this how you thought it would be?” he asked in a low, silken voice, his breath panting from his lungs as he hammered into her with short, jabbing thrusts that were working him in deeper and deeper, until she’d taken over half his long length, the scent of her cunt filling the air around them with hot, earthy perfume as she creamed her pretty pink pussy and the smooth inner surfaces of her thighs. It drugged him, made him out of his mind to take her with everything that he was, claim every piece of her for his own. “Did you ever think about having me here, Mel? What it’d feel like to have your tender little backside ridden and claimed by the man who owns it?”

“Yes. I…I dreamed about this,” she cried out hoarsely, “but it feels so much better than anything I ever imagined. It feels wicked and sinful, but so possessive and intimate that I love it. I love knowing that you’re the only man who’s ever had me this way. The only man who ever will.”

“Fuck, Melanie,” he groaned, gritting the words through his clenched teeth as he began to pick up his tempo, her body jolting beneath him, slender hands still trapped helplessly against her back, so that he controlled everything, all of it, undone by her words. His heavy balls drew up so tight, he knew he didn’t have but seconds left before he exploded. “I want you to come, Mel. I want your sweet pussy to gush without even having to touch it. Want it to flood and ripple from nothing but the feel of my cock fucking you
here
,” he grunted, shoving in another thick inch, making her cry out a harsh, choking sound of pleasure.

“I want to,” she sobbed, “Oh god, Mark, I want to come so badly.
Please
.”

“You will, angel.” He was getting rougher, more controlling, his darker cravings for dominant sex coming through, he knew, but she wasn’t running on him or fighting it. No, she was gripping him with her inner muscles, begging with the low, throaty purrs tumbling past those bee-stung lips, her beautiful body blossoming into a carnal thing of want, desperate for everything he could give her. His perfect equal in all of it, everything, and it hurt so goddamn good, that burning, blinding ecstasy at having her and being accepted—all of him—that it nearly turned him inside out.

“Tomorrow we’re going shopping, sweetheart, and I’m going to buy you a whole new play set,” he growled, his heart as eager as his cock for all the years they had ahead of them to share and enjoy together—an entire lifetime. “A sweet, pretty plug for this tight ass that you’ll wear for me, and before you know it, you’re going to be taking
all
of me, Melanie. Every hard, aching inch of me will be drilling into you here. I’ll fuck that beautiful cunt that I love so much, that I won’t ever get enough of, and after you’ve come so many times you’re boneless, I’m going to lift you up, fill that throbbing little pussy with a nice, fat dildo, and then I’m going to stuff you full, honey. I’m going to fuck your ass and make you pump your pussy with a big, hard cock. I’m going to take you so that I can watch it all. Hold you spread over my thighs, and watch you screw yourself with your favorite new toy while I pound this sweet, tight ass full of me. And when I jerk into you, when I fill you full of cum, you’re going to shove your toy deep, pinch your pretty little pounding clit, and you’re going to come so hard that it blasts through you, Mel, hot and hard and vicious in how good it feels. So wicked and powerful that you’ll pass out, angel, and when you wake up, I’ll be right there, licking up all those slippery juices with my mouth and my tongue. I’ll kiss your tender, ravaged body all better, drink down your warm, honeyed cum until you feel so soft and sweet that you melt in my arms.”

“Oh god…Mark…it’s happening,” she cried out, and he could feel it. Could feel the tightening of her pussy through the thin membrane separating that sweet place from the gripping, tender channel that he was breaking open. That he was hammering with his cock now, until they were wet with sweat and burning with the fires of hard, raunchy fucking that seared them both.