Lawman's Pleasure (sWet) (2 page)

Fortunately, Megan seemed to have the same problem. She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt before simply yanking it open. Buttons flew in all directions as she pulled his undershirt from his pants and up his torso. Her hands slid underneath the shirt easily, sliding up his body only to rake down his
pecs
in a sensual abrasion.

Obadiah lifted his head and bared his teeth. There was no way he was getting out of this with his virtue intact. Like he fucking cared! He'd wanted Megan since puberty. He might not be able to keep her, but he was damned sure taking what she offered.

Eagerly, he whipped the silky top she wore over her head. Flawless milk chocolate skin greeted him. Her breasts were barely contained in the lacy bra. Ridding her of that one little thing seemed the most important thing in the world. Thank God she had a front clasp. There was no way he'd have been able to fumble with a back clasp and would have had to leave the scrap of material. He didn't want that. He wanted Megan naked when he fucked her.

The tempting peaks of her nipples were too much of a beacon. Calling to him like a siren, Megan urged him to her breasts, threading her fingers in his hair and pulling him to her. Obadiah sank to his knees, cupping the rounded mounds in each hand, sucking and licking at the hard peaks while she writhed and cried out.

God! He'd never been with a woman so responsive! This was a woman who wanted the pleasures he offered. She saw something in him she desperately wanted and Obadiah was more than willing to indulge her.

Soft, smooth skin greeted him at every turn. He kissed and licked his way down her stomach to her naval, dwelling for a few moments at the indenture where she had the little dangling jewel. He swirled his tongue around the little charm, pulling and tugging gently until he felt her tremble.

He unfastened her jeans then, sliding them down her legs and caressing all that silky smooth skin as he went. She toed off her pumps so she could step out of the pants. The lacy thong that passed for underwear was next. When she stepped out of it, Obadiah put the garment in his pocket as he looked up and smirked at her.

When he continued his exploration of her body, down her belly to above her
mons
, he finally understood why they called that particular area of flesh the "happy trail." Obadiah was certainly happy when he reached the end of it and plunged his tongue between the silky lips of her cunt.

Megan screamed, widening her stance. Obadiah wedged his thighs between her legs, needing all that hot cream she spilled. Ever the impatient one, Megan hooked one leg over his shoulder, bracing
herself
against the wall. So, Obadiah urged the other leg over his shoulder. It was a perfect fit. Megan ground her cunt into his face, taking what she needed, while Obadiah licked and sucked and nibbled to his heart's content.

Her thigh muscles bunched and her belly tightened with every passing moment. She had a stranglehold around his neck, but Obadiah couldn't find any self-preservation in him where she was concerned. Whatever she needed, he was more than willing to give her.

Plunging two fingers inside her, Obadiah did his level best to push her as high as he could without letting her fall. He wanted her on the verge of climax without any real relief before he fucked her. When she came, he wanted her surrounding him, milking his own release from him.

He carefully watched her, felt her, looking for any signs of impending release. When her breathing became quick and shallow and her muscles seemed to seize, waiting for the orgasm, Obadiah backed off. Stilling his fingers and backing off her clit, he waited for her to settle down before beginning again. Sweat glistened on her skin and her breathing came in little gasps. Her eyes were slightly glazed in her passion. Little keening cries escaped her as he plunged his fingers into her again. Her clit pulsed under his lips, the little pearly bud so sensitive. Just like the woman.

Once again, Obadiah let her fall back without allowing her release. When she tried to pull him closer with her legs, to put much-needed friction back on her clit, Obadiah pried her legs open and pulled away from her.

"Fuck!" Her scream was loud in the small room as she conveyed her frustration. Obadiah chuckled.
Frustration.
He knew the word intimately.

"What's the matter, Meg?"

"You're killing me! Let me come!"

He raised an eyebrow, looking up at her from between her parted thighs.
"Really?
And what do you think you do to me every single day I watch you wiggle that luscious ass of yours down the sidewalk? Sometimes, I think you make your daily walk down my street just to torment me."

The little vixen had the audacity to giggle at him. "And here I thought you hadn't noticed?
Took you long enough, Obadiah.”

He stood with a growl and scooped her up. Her house wasn't terribly big so it was easy enough to find her bedroom. Her bed was big enough for them to share comfortably, though not as big as his big king-sized bed. When he thought about it, he rather liked the idea that there was no room for her to get away from him. In her bed, when they slept, she would be touching him, even if they didn't snuggle. It was a foreign concept to Obadiah—the sharing of his bed while he slept—but he found he liked the idea with Megan.

Before joining her, Obadiah rid himself of his clothing until he stood before her naked and proud. His cock jutted forward as if seeking out her warmth. He needed to be inside her more than he needed to breathe.

Megan moved to the edge of the bed, a wicked gleam in her eye. She draped herself over the edge, lying on her back. Grabbing the backs of his thighs, she pulled him to her until she could engulf his cock in her hot mouth.

Heaven! Obadiah was certain he'd died somehow and he was now in Heaven. With her head hanging off the edge of the bed, she could take him deep. Lying on her back, he still had access to her body to play while she pleasured him.

And pleasure him she did. It felt like she'd swallowed him whole! Her throat muscles contracted and convulsed around him, but she took everything he had to give without
so
much as a moan of protest. Her hands were firmly around his thighs, urging him deeper. Still, he was conscious of his size. He didn't want her uncomfortable. Over and over, he thrust into her, fucking her mouth as he might her cunt. Leaning over her, he took her nipples between his fingers and rolled them gently. His mouth found the dangling charm at her navel once again and he swirled it around his tongue before delving into the small indenture.

Megan urged him faster, the pressure on his thighs unmistakable, but this was only a sampling of what he wanted. Though he continued to take advantage of her greedy mouth, Obadiah was far from ready to end this. Now that he was here, he planned on making the most of his time with her.

"You've been a bad girl, Meg," he mused, hanging on to his control with every ounce of will he possessed. "I told you to be careful or you'd be punished." She moaned around his cock. Obadiah stretched out over her, swiping his tongue through her moist folds once before bracing himself above her on one arm.

One sharp slap to her cunt had her jumping, but sucking harder than ever on his cock. Again, he smacked her.
Then again.
And again.
She quit flinching after the second slap and spread her legs wider, tilting her pelvis to meet his hands. He gripped her pussy with his free hand, palm over her mound, fingers sinking into her opening and gripping her tightly.

"I think you liked that. Did you like being spanked, Megan?"

She didn't let go of his cock, but moaned and thrust her pelvis at him again.

"I thought so." Then he smacked her pussy several more times.

Fuck! Megan was so responsive! He'd thought it before, but this was a woman desperately needing to orgasm. He loved seeing her out of control, her mouth tight around his cock. That was probably the biggest turn-on. He didn't have to ask or urge her to pleasure him with her mouth. She did it on her own, as if it was as pleasurable to her as it was to him.

Reluctantly, Obadiah pulled out of her hot mouth. He bent to pick up his jeans, taking his wallet out of the back pocket and pulling out the condom he kept there. He tore open the package and sheathed himself with hands that trembled slightly. When he looked back at her, she had scooted back up the bed and spread her legs widely. One finger circled her clit lazily while the other hand rested above her head. She was open and waiting for him, obviously right where she wanted to be.

Obadiah didn't wait for a better invitation. He crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs, his weight settling over her with immense satisfaction. It felt right. Good. Her silky smooth body was such a contrast to his hair-roughened one that the sensation was as much an aphrodisiac as the lust-filled look on her face.

His cock probed at her entrance, as if it already knew the way home. There was no fumbling, no guiding himself inside her. Obadiah simply surged his hips forward and he sank into all that tight heat.

She felt so good, Obadiah had to stop after only a couple thrusts, afraid he'd lose the tenuous grip he had on his control. Megan wrapped her legs around him, using his thighs as leverage to fuck herself on his cock even when he stopped moving.

Growling at her, Obadiah found the side of her neck with his mouth, nibbling and sucking until he was certain he'd left his mark on her. She tasted tangy sweet with sweat and a flavor all her own. She tasted like sin and sex. Like a woman he wanted to sample again and again.

He slid his hand down the curve of her breast, to the dip of her ribs, and finally to the swell of her hips. Then he smacked the cheek of her ass. "Lie still," he commanded. Like he figured, Megan totally ignored the command, writhing beneath him and doing her level best to fuck him into oblivion. Again he smacked her ass. Megan seemed to be enjoying the erotic spanking, so he kept it up, careful not to get too rough with her. In his heightened state of arousal, he knew that was paramount. He wanted to drive her crazy, not hurt her.

"Fuck yeah! Spank me, Obadiah. I've been so very bad." Her cries were music to his ears.
The confession more an erotic plea than an admission of wrongdoing.

She was definitely going to be the death of him.

Megan was sure she was going to die from pent-up desire. It had been a very long time since she'd enjoyed sex this much, and even longer since she'd indulged in the type of play Obadiah provided. The sharp stings from his spanking only fueled her fire. She wanted him to crawl inside her where she could never get him out. His cock slid in and out of her with maddening slowness. Obviously, he was teasing more than pleasing, doing it on purpose.

She found she enjoyed his taking control. Her enjoyment was at his discretion. This was about his pleasure. Not that she minded. Obadiah was nothing if not a giving lover. For every shudder that went through his body, three went through hers. Yet, he wouldn't let her orgasm.

"What's the matter, Meg?" His husky whisper sent shivers down her spine. The man was a walking, talking sex machine. "Tell me what you want."

"Let me come," she challenged. She wasn't begging him, but she wasn't playing games either. She'd tell him exactly what she wanted and see what happened.

"I thought you might want that. Are you ready?"

Was he kidding? "Fuck yes, I'm ready! Fuck me, Obadiah!"

And he did. With surge after powerful surge, he rode her body, sinking into her as deep as he'd go. He was a little brutal, but it was exactly what Megan needed. Pleasure tingled, centering on her clit and cunt where their bodies joined, rapidly spreading to encompass her entire lower body. Even her toes tingled!

Faster, harder, Obadiah took her body higher than she'd ever been. The orgasm on the horizon would be unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Though she desperately wanted the experience, she was afraid just the same. If she let him, Obadiah would consume her mind, body, and soul.

Fuck it. The pleasure was too great. She'd deal with the fallout later, if it came to that.

Spreading her legs wide, she let him set the pace, let him take the lead. The change in his body was instantaneous. It was as if he'd been waiting for her to let go. Obadiah
pistoned
into her, fucking her with all the intensity of the orgasm she knew waited for her.