Loving Lies (3 page)

He ate her just as he said he would. Like candy, one slow lick at a time. She twisted beneath him, her cries growing wilder as she fought for release, her hands tightening in his hair to press him closer to her humid flesh.

“Soft and sweet,” he murmured against her clit. “Like liquid paradise, Jessie. That's what you are. The sweetest, softest pussy I ever imagined loving.”

She wanted to scream at the pleasure, to revel in the male lust and hunger in his voice, but all she could do was whimper, arch and beg for more.

She writhed beneath him, his lips and tongue moved to her aching clit as his fingers returned to the fluttering opening of her vagina. Jessie held her breath, anticipating more, only to cry out in frustration as he licked slowly around her clit, his fingers rimming her opening. He was in no hurry. He was consuming her with decadent pleasure, humming against her flesh, his tongue circling her clit with impossibly light strokes of fire.

She couldn't bear it. She knew she couldn't bear it. Perspiration rolled from her skin as her head thrashed against the bed and she fought for a release that was always just a breath away.

“Slade, please…” she whimpered, desperation driving her now. “I've waited so long. Please don't tease me this way… Please…”

She could barely breathe, let alone plead. She could feel the tears gathering in her eyes as her nerve endings pulsed and electrical currents of pleasure raced over her flesh.

“I could eat you forever.” The hoarse growl nearly had her coming, then his lips moved lower, his tongue flickering at the entrance to her pussy as she gasped then cried out raggedly for more. Oh God, just a little bit more and the tight knot of tension tormenting her womb would ease. Just a little bit.

The need racing through her was frightening. She couldn't control it, couldn't ease it. The tension only built, as did the pleasure and the shudders trembling through her body. And Slade was merciless. He thrust his tongue wickedly into her pussy as she arched to him, tormenting her, making her insane with the need for orgasm.

The sound of their moans was almost a physical caress. Slade's tore across her senses, the sound of a man completely immersed in the lust raging through him, from her. His tongue was a demon, licking, stroking, thrusting inside her as he consumed her, ate her with wicked sensuality. There was no relief, just the desperate, shuddering need for it as she lost herself in the white-hot heat swirling through her.

“Slade, please…” She was shaking, trembling, her voice unfamiliar to her own ears as she begged for orgasm.

This pleasure was too intense. She hadn't expected this, didn't know how to handle it. She had never known anything like this, even in her most vivid fantasies with only her fingers to bring her release. She felt as though she were burning alive, disintegrating beneath him. And in the midst of it, he added another torment. His finger slid through her juices before easing into the cleft of her rear, moving against the entrance to her anus firmly.

“Oh God. Slade. Slade, please…” There was no breath left to scream, barely enough left to live.

His lips and tongue moved against her with deliberate provocation then, rather than teasing thrusts and kisses. All the while, his finger probed and explored her rear further.

Her eyes flew open as she felt the tip of his finger pierce her ass before entering her slowly, stretching her, burning the flesh there with a pleasure she knew she couldn't survive.

“Oh God!” She prayed for release, because the pleasure was destroying her. “I can't… No more… No more, Slade…”

“Easy, baby girl. It's coming. Hang on for me.” His finger retreated before easing through the soft cream flowing from her pussy. The slick juices prepared her before he slid in deeper, penetrating her rear as his thumb slid into the gripping opening of her pussy.

She was lost. Jessie felt her orgasm rip through her, shattering her. It tore through her with a strength that sent her senses spiraling in dizzying circles as she cried out his name.

“God yes, Jessie.” He moved her fingers from his hair to his shoulders before rising between her thighs and moving into position. The thick crest of his cock nudged at her pussy, spreading the sensitized folds as she stared back at him in dazed pleasure.

“There, baby girl.” A hard, savage grimace of pleasure twisted his expression as he began to work inside her. “Sweet baby. Let me have you now. All of you.”

He moved then, strong, steady thrusts that worked inside her, stretching her with a pleasure/pain that tore through her mind and sent tension building through her body again. She needed. Oh God, yes, this was what she needed. He was filling her, pushing into her before one hard, piercing thrust sent him to the hilt inside her.

“Slade…Oh God, Slade…” She arched as he held her hips, trying to scream, to breathe, to adjust to the sudden intrusion inside her, stretching untried muscles, burning through her nerve endings and building the need to greater heights.

“You're so fucking tight, Jessie.” His strangled growl had her jerking against him, driving him deeper. “So tight I could come now.”

He moved against her, his cock sliding back, caressing nerve endings she never knew existed as he began to take her, possess her. He wasn't fucking her, he was claiming her. She could feel the brand inside her, the knowledge that nothing could ever be as good as Slade inside her body, thrusting, stroking, penetrating her with a heat and strength that stole the last of her reason.

“Help me,” she gasped, suddenly uncertain what to do, the new sensations tearing through her, whipping her higher, hotter. “Slade, please.” She was jerking in his grip, straining toward him as his cock shafted inside her, slow and easy, fast and hard, alternate strokes that had her head thrashing, her body shuddering.

“Easy, sweet baby.” He reached out, his hand touching her cheek, his expression holding her spellbound as his body held her in suspended pleasure. “Look how pretty you are. So hot and tight, so damned sweet and innocent.”

His fingers moved down her cheek to the mound of a breast.

“You're mine, Jessie,” he growled, his hand returning to her hip as he began to move harder, faster. His voice became more gravelly than ever before. “Mine, baby. All fucking mine.”

He leaned over her, his lips covering hers roughly as his arms surrounded her. His hips moved fiercely as he began to fuck her with a rhythm and strength that sent her exploding, flaming into orgasm again.

She felt everything. Sensation upon sensation. The feel of her vagina tightening around his cock, milking him with strong, even pulses as the hair on his chest rasped her breasts.

His tongue plunged into her mouth, claiming it as his erection claimed her pussy. His arms around her, powerful and strong, his hands buried in her hair, and oh God… She screamed into his kiss as she felt him coming. He drove in deep, hard, a rasping growl echoing into the kiss as he jerked above her and his cock began to throb.

Fire filled her. Heated blasts of semen rushed inside her, throwing her high again, triggering another harder, deeper orgasm. She began to weep from the pleasure.

Her nails pierced his shoulders, her legs tightening around his hips, and Jessie lost herself in Slade. In that moment, the heart that belonged to him alone opened further, drew him in and her soul filled with the pleasure and the emotions rushing through her.

She had always known Slade would be hers. Always hers. Right here, in his bed, in his arms. This was where she was meant to be. What Jessie had been made for. For Slade.

Chapter Three

 

Brilliant heat surrounded Slade as he paced the outside of the RV the next morning, and raised his eyes to the roof more than once. He had sent Jessie up there beneath the summer sun, stealing her bikini and convincing her to enjoy the summer heat in the nude. The tan lines from the bathing suit were sexier than hell, but the thought of her lying, surrounded by nothing but sunlight, had driven him crazy.

To see the soft white globes of her ass flushed from the sun, the way he wanted to see them flushed from his hand, would have had him sweating if the heat of the day hadn't already accomplished that.

He rubbed his hand over his damp chest, pacing beneath the awning, denying himself the luxury of joining her. If he did, he was going to fuck her again. He was going to spread those pretty legs and watch his dick sink past those silky little pussy lips into the ultra-tight grip awaiting him.

His cock jerked in his cutoff jeans, reminding him how long it had waited to pierce that tempting little cunt. To feel the blazing heat, the soft silky juices as he listened to her screams ringing in his ears. And she was too tender to take him again so soon, he knew she was. Even after her shower, the silken folds of her pussy were swollen and flushed, attesting to his hard use of her throughout the night.

And she had been a virgin.

His gut clenched at that knowledge as he stalked back inside the RV and paced to the bedroom. There, on the tan blanket, was the proof of her innocence. The scarlet stain of her virginity was like a badge of honor, filling him with an overwhelming sense of pride. She could have had many lovers by now, hell, she dated enough. But she had saved her innocence, saved that sweet, lithe, little body just for him.

A smile shaped his lips, one he couldn't control. She was all his, by God, and she was going to stay that way. He'd kill the son of a bitch who dared to touch her now.

Bracing a hand on the doorframe, he continued to stare at that tiny scarlet stain, his chest tightening with emotion, the knowledge that his days as a bachelor were well and truly over. He was going to marry her. No way was he going to give those redneck pricks panting after her a chance to think they could take her from him. She was his. His. The word echoed through his head as he shifted the erection beneath what had once been loose cutoffs, but were now filled with his demanding dick.

He raised his eyes to the ceiling, imagining her up there, glistening with tanning oil, stretched on the padded lounger, her silken hair fanning around her head as it had done the night before. Damn, just the thought of it was making him hot. At this rate, he was fucking going to have heatstroke.

He couldn't take her again, he reminded himself, his head dropping as a groan left his throat. He had taken her too hard the night before, there was no way that sweet little pussy was going to grip him without hurting her.

But there were other ways. The thought had his dick screaming.
Yes. Go for it. Yeah boy.
He could love her with his lips and tongue, and then fill her soft mouth with his cock and feel her sucking his balls dry. God, that would be good, beneath the blazing sun, kneeling before that chair, pushing past her lips, fucking her mouth with soft, easy strokes as her lips and tongue blew his mind and his cock.

Then he could turn her to her back, spread her thighs and have her for lunch.

His fingers were sliding the metal snaps free as he turned and headed outside, gripping the ladder that led to the roof. He couldn't wait. He had never been this horny for a woman in his life. Even the week he spent trying to fuck the image of Jessie out of his mind hadn't been this intense. This hunger was eating him alive and making him shake with the need to take her.

He moved up the ladder, his bare feet soundless on the carpeted rungs as he made his way to the sun deck. And there she was, as naked as his lust, shimmering with the thick coat of tanning oil he had applied to her silken flesh earlier before forcing himself away from her.

She lay on the open-sided lounger, her head pillowed on her arms, breathing slow and deep as the rays of the sun painted a path of warmth along her naked back, buttocks and slender legs.

Her hair was pulled into a ponytail high on her head. That would have to go. He liked her hair long and loose, liked feeling its softness against his calloused palms as he held her to him.

His cutoffs dropped to the deck as he moved toward her. He felt only one thing. Lust. Knew only one desire, to fuck them both senseless once again. She was a drug in his system, and he knew it. One there was no cure from, and he sure as hell wasn't about to attempt going cold turkey after having had her. No, Jessie was a pleasure he would never get enough of, and he intended to gorge himself on her taste and her touch, every chance he had.

Her head lifted, her brown eyes gleaming with knowledge. Her gaze lowered to his raging hard-on before lifting to his face as he dropped to his knees in front of her.

Slade didn't say a word. He couldn't speak past the baseball-sized lump that lust had left in his throat. He moved his hands to her hair, pulling the loose elastic band free and tangling his fingers in the thick mass as his dick nudged at her lips.

She licked over the head, but didn't open for the thick crest pressing against them. She smiled instead, a slow, taunting curve of her lips that had him growling like an animal in rut.

The fingers of one hand tightened in her hair as his other hand lowered, cupping her jaw and exerting just enough pressure to force her mouth open. The head of his cock slid smoothly inside and his jaw tightened with pleasure. Hot, rich, electric need raced up his spine as she sucked him to her throat. Pulling back, her fiery little tongue flickered beneath the head, laving that ultrasensitive area before her mouth sank down again. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft, holding back, forcing himself not to press deeper. Slade began to thrust past her lips, holding her head still, twisting his hips, screwing inside her mouth with desperate thrusts as the moist suckling sent his senses reeling.

Her hands gripped his thighs as she held herself steady, working her mouth over his erection like he had taught her several times the night before, yet still the touch was inexperienced enough to cause his breath to catch at her continued innocence. But what she lacked in experience, she made up for in hunger. She sucked him like a favorite treat, humming in pleasure as he began to pant in lust, watching his cock fill her mouth, feeling her tongue tease and tempt until his balls drew up tight to the base of his erection and he felt a shiver of impending release rake up his spine.