BLue Moon (11 page)

For the first time, she ended the kiss, looking up into his lust-filled eyes. She studied the strong jawline, his thick neck, ran her hands along his broad shoulders. His coarse chest hair tickled her hands while she explored the curve of his muscles, the width of his torso.

Then looking down, she ran her hands over his cock. It danced in eagerness, thrusting toward her while her mouth grew so wet she had to swallow just staring at how glorious he looked.

“I think I will have you,” she told him, running the tips of her fingers over the swollen curve of his cockhead.

Ralph moaned, reaching for her, trying to push her down on the bed. “Sandy. You’ve had me for a long time now.”

His words soared through her, making her heart dance. He’d wanted her for a long time. How special that made her feel. But he’d watched her, not taken time to get to know her. And now he would know her. And he would know that although petite, a widow with an overbearing daughter, she was also strong.

She pushed back, looking up at him, finding it hard not to grin at the surprised look he gave her. Ignoring his reaction to her defiance, she went down on her hands and knees and ran her tongue over the round smooth surface of the tip of his cock.

“Dear God. Damn.” He grabbed her head, his long thick fingers tangling through her hair. “Woman. Yes.”

She could hardly open her mouth far enough to suck him into her mouth. The rock-hard shaft with skin so soft against her lips, moved in and out of her. Fucking her.

Taking all she offered and pushing a bit harder for more. She gagged against him, feeling him stretch her throat, wanting even more of him.

Running her tongue over the satin skin, she tasted his saltiness, smelled his rich scent, and her body rushed with an ache so severe, so full of need, she could barely hold herself up.

Ralph pinned her head, holding her in place while he impaled her mouth, her lips tingling while she drooled with a lusty craving for more.

So carnal. Almost rough. His actions made her wild, wanting more even though she gagged on what he offered.

His hands moved down her, gripping her, turning her while she still had her mouth open, still felt the friction from his cock.

“I need to fuck you.” His words rushed through her, her cunt swollen with a fiery ache that craved him. Needed him.

“Yes. Oh. Yes.” She gripped her headboard, arching her back so that his cock pressed into the soft mound of her ass.

She felt his hands on her, spreading her, exposing her while his swollen damp cockhead pressed into her skin until it trailed its way to her soaked hole.

And he wasn’t gentle. She hadn’t expected him to be. Kneeling behind her, he thrust into her craving cunt with a fierceness of possession.

“Who do you belong to?” he demanded to know from behind her.

His cock pressed deep inside her, riding her hard and fast.

She shook her head, letting her hair fly around her, taking all that he offered while holding onto her wooden headboard as if she would float away if she let go.

His words floated toward her, drifting on a sea of unadulterated passion, fiery lust, and a love so solid she knew it was here to stay.

Looking over her shoulder, she saw the darkness of his frame while he gripped her ass, impaling her with a fury that soared through her hotter than a prairie fire.

“You are mine.” She cried out while hot cream exploded inside her, flowing with incredible speed through her, soaking her cunt, her inner thighs, his thick cock.

Ralph growled, making one final stab into her fiery hole. His fingers crushed her with his steel grip while he filled her with cum that branded her with its fire.

She almost laughed, the intensity of her orgasm was that good. Quivers rushed over her body. Without looking, she had found a mate, and the second time around would be glorious.

THE END