“Darci?”
She forced her lashes to lift, fighting the languid feeling that had saturated her entire body. “Hmmm. In a few more hours, I might be able to breathe and respond, Kellan,” she murmured, watching as he levered himself up over her. His mouth and chin were wet, his eyes hooded, hungry.
“Well, I’m not waiting a few hours,” he whispered, a devilish grin curving his lips up. “You can just lie there…and think of England.”
Her heart bumped against her chest as he straightened up, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. Her heart bumped again, slamming just a little harder as renewed lust stirred in her belly. She pushed up onto her elbow, interested in the broad wedge of muscled chest he was revealing.
She stroked her finger across the muscles of his belly, watching as they rippled under her touch. “I think I can find something more interesting than England,” she whispered, smiling as he hissed out a breath between his teeth.
His body crushed hers into the floor and she sucked air into her lungs, digging her fingers into the thick muscles of his shoulders. His hand moved between them and she whimpered as she felt him tugging at his belt, unbuttoning his jeans.
His cock brushing against her belly, and as he moved lower, brushing against the naked mound of her pussy. The broad head pushed against her and Darci groaned, arching up against him, feeling one large hand cup her ass, tilting her hips upward. Big, thick…she sucked air in as he pushed deep inside the tight clutch of her body, pulling back and surging deeper inside.
“Damn it, you’re tight as a fist,” he groaned.
Darci squeezed her eyes closed, feeling a burning pressure that bordered on pain arc through her as he flexed his hips and pushed deeper. Tears stung her eyes and she sobbed.
His mouth covered hers just as she started to push against his shoulders, certain she couldn’t take any more. His tongue stroked across hers, one hand coming up to cup her breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and finger. At the same time, he shifted position, moving higher on her body so that he brushed against the swollen bud of her clit with each slow thrust.
The sensations had her gasping, making her body relax the tension that she hadn’t realized had flooded her. As that happened, he pushed deeper inside and the head of his cock stroked over the notch buried in her pussy by the mouth of her womb. Heat sizzled in her belly and she screamed against his mouth as he pulled out, pushed back in.
His hair felt cool and silky under her hands as she clutched greedy handfuls of it. Sweat slicked his flesh as he drove inside her, the thick pillar of his cock tunneling through her pussy as she clenched around him. Dizzying bursts of color exploded before her eyes as he raked his teeth down her neck. As his teeth closed around the swollen bud of her nipple, she threw her head back, not even fazed as it slammed into the hard tile beneath her.
“Kellan, oh, please…right there,” she whimpered as he shifted again, working a hand between them and circling his thumb over her clit.
It felt like a tight band had been strung between her clit and her nipples. Every stroke of his tongue on her nipples, and every circling caress of his thumb on her clit drew that band tighter and tighter, while the slow, purposeful strokes of his cock had her lifting up against him with each stroke.
“You like that?” he growled against her lips. “What else would you like?”
She shivered at his words, at the low, sexy growl, the sensual threat she heard in his voice. “Hmmm…from you? Just about anything,” she whispered.
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass and she sobbed out his name as he traced his finger down the seam between the cheeks of her bottom. “Anything?”
The orgasm hit her with the force of a lightning bolt, setting every last nerve ending to sizzling as he circled one finger around the tight pucker of her ass.
“Kellan-”
His mouth covered hers and swallowed down the scream as he started to probe the small hole, pushing just the tip of his finger inside. The muscles in her pussy started to convulse around his cock and she cried out as the burning heat inside her swelled, pushing the air from her lungs, making dark pinwheels and rainbows flash behind her eyes.
The slow, thorough probing of his finger inside her ass had her arching against him, unable to decide if she liked it or not. Just as she was deciding that she did like it, though, he pulled away and she groaned in frustration, reaching for him.
His hands caught hers and she twined her fingers with his, trying to hold him to her as he pulled away. His hands went to her hips, guiding her over onto her hands and knees. Darci felt the punch of need explode through her as he jerked her hips back against him. She felt his cock cuddle between the cheeks of her ass, felt his hands stroke down the rounded flesh, and she whimpered as one broad palm smoothed over her rump. Her body tensed in anticipation as his hand left her flesh.
When it slapped down on her ass, Darci all but jumped out of her skin. She pushed back against him, and sobbed as he spanked her again. And again, until the flesh of her ass burned and she was so damned aroused-her clit aching, her pussy weeping.
“Such a pretty ass,” he purred roughly, stroking one hand down the curve of her rump, before slapping again with the flat of his hand. “Look at how pink your skin gets…you like that, Darci?”
Sobbing, she barely had the breath to answer. “Yes…” And then his hand landed on her butt again, striking first one cheek and then the other. He teased the sensitive folds of her pussy, stroking back and forth over her.
“Damn it, Kellan, please…” she whimpered.
“Please what?” he asked, his voice dark and low.
“Fuck me!” she wailed, pushing back against him, feeling just the tip of his cock breach her folds.
She heard a low, rough growl from Kellan and then he slammed into her with one long, bruising stroke and she arched up, ecstasy ripping through her with violent intensity. She threw back her head, screaming, the tissues of her pussy clutching at his cock as he pulled out and worked back inside, fighting the tense muscles of her sheath as she climaxed. Her hair fell into her eyes, wet with sweat, limp, as she lowered her head to the floor, gasping for air as he tunneled back inside of her.
“I’m not done yet,” he rasped, reaching down and taking her hands, guiding them into place at the small of her back. “You aren’t done yet, either, Darci. You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted you, how many times I’ve dreamed of fucking you until you screamed yourself hoarse. No, it’s not done yet.”
Her wrists secured at her back, his big body crouched over hers, Darci shook her head. Every muscle in her body felt as limp as spaghetti. The hard, brutal digs of his cock in her pussy left her body shaking and tense, and she didn’t know whether she wanted to beg for more.
Or beg him to stop. “Kellan,” she whimpered. “Kellan, please…”
“Hmmm. You’re not screaming,” he teased, pulling gently on her arms, reaching around and brushing the sweaty hanks of hair away from her face. She felt his eyes on her-blood rushed to her cheeks.
Then his fingers trailed between the globes of her ass and she bucked. His hand came around her hip, gathering the slick cream from her pussy and then returning to smear it over her asshole. “I wasn’t planning on this,” he whispered. “Not exactly. But if I had…I think maybe I would have been more prepared. Fuck me, I’ve dreamed about burying my dick inside this sweet little ass of yours.”
His finger pushed inside and she keened, a low rough sound, her back arching, tension slamming into her. She wanted to brace her body on the floor, but he still held her hands. Tugging against the hold he had on her wrists, she whimpered, couldn’t decide whether she wanted to fight harder to get away from him or come just from how damned hot he was making her.