She parted her lips. He ducked his head.
It wasn’t a kiss as much as a possession. His tongue drove forth with no teasing foreplay, just a carnal hunger that held no politeness or civility, just as he had warned. She clung to him, taking every swipe of his tongue and demanding more, drinking in the spicy male essence that beat from his core, drunk on everything he could give her. Arilyn moaned and rose up on tiptoe, lost in his kiss, surrendering not only to the embrace but also to the night stretching before them in all its wild glory.
He wasn’t gentle. His teeth bruised, nipped. His hand tangled in her long hair and tugged hard, the prickling at her scalp reminding her he owned her for his pleasure. With his other hand, he stroked her breast, plumping, his thumb flicking back and forth over her sensitive nipple until it peaked and lengthened, shooting sparks of arousal to her core. Her body melted in happy confusion, so many sensations building inside, until her clit throbbed for attention and she grew wet and swollen.
As she scissored her thighs to achieve the needed pressure she craved, he broke the kiss, laughing low against her mouth. “My greedy girl, you’re so sweet. I’ve been dreaming of how you’ll taste and I refuse to be rushed.” He hoisted her up and walked to the bed, laying her down on the mattress. “This is what I dreamed of, you spread out for me, skin flushed, eyes soft and needy. So fucking beautiful.”
“Take off your clothes,” she demanded, her voice husky.
He obeyed, quickly removing his shirt and pants, shucking off his shoes with expert ease. He stood by the bed, letting her study him the same way he’d studied her. Arilyn propped herself up on her elbows, taking in every last mouthwatering inch of him.
Dear God, she’d never seen a man built quite like Stone Petty. From his rock-hard muscles, to his impressive stature, to the huge erection pulsing between his legs, he was larger-than-life. Larger than any man she’d ever seen. For an instant, worry seized her, wondering how he’d possibly fit with his wide girth, but then he grasped her ankles and she stopped thinking.
Slowly, he pulled her thighs apart. Wide. Wider. The cool air rushed over her pussy and contrasted with the burning heat tearing her apart. He licked his lips and leaned over the bed, his shoulders keeping her legs spread wide, trapping her deep in the mattress. His palms slid up her trembling belly and stroked lightly, peppering her skin with goose bumps. The amazing sensations of cold and hot, hard and soft assailed her. Another moan tore from her lips.
He looked up from her body and slowly smiled. “Now let’s see how many times you call me ‘Officer.’”
He dipped his head.
Sanity was ripped away from her inch by ragged inch. He was the devil himself, with his wicked tongue and lips and teasing strokes. He settled in and refused to be rushed, even with the urgent lifting of her hips, grinding against his mouth with no shame, only the need for release. Those soft lips sucked at her clit with just enough pressure to turn her on but not get her off. His tongue rubbed and licked down her slit, over her labia, making hungry noises that buzzed vibrations through her body.
Oh, she begged. Every inch of her ached and burned, her muscles straining for what only he could give her.
“Please, Stone, I need to—oh, God, please.”
He circled her aching, hard clit with the tip of his tongue, then massaged it with his thumb. Pinpricks of light marred her vision. She’d never been so desperate to come in her life, until she finally understood the darkness in sex, the ultimate, encompassing need to do anything for the orgasm being held from her.
“You’re so wet. So hot. You’re coming apart right underneath me, little one. Your responses are perfect. Ask me again.”
“Stone, please let me come!”
“Yes, baby, now, against my mouth, give it all to me.” Curling his finger, he plunged inside her tight channel while his tongue increased the pressure on her clit, licking harder and harder and then—
She screamed. She cried. She yelled. The orgasm hit her like a train wreck, squeezing every muscle in her body with an agony of pleasure, all she could do was shake beneath him and surrender. He never stopped, his tongue and teeth nibbling and licking her right up to another orgasm, letting her free-fall in space.
Arilyn fell back into the mattress, giving herself over to him. She watched from heavy-lidded eyes as he donned a condom, paused before her dripping center, and began to fill her inch by slow inch.
Her body reawoke. The delicious friction and pressure as he invaded and took over her body was too much. She flung her head back and forth against the pillow, moaning, not even sure if she was fighting him or urging him closer. His fingers entwined with hers, holding her hands trapped against each side of her head, not stopping until he was buried balls-deep within her. Arilyn blinked up at his face: teeth clenched, sweat dripping from his brow, his gaze pinning her as helplessly as his body.
“Too big,” she gasped. “Can’t.”
“You can. Fuck, you’re so tight, little one.” He moved an inch, going even deeper, until she felt split apart. Slowly he rocked back and forth as she opened up further, every muscle in her body squeezing him. “You fit perfectly. Holy shit, you’re coming again, Arilyn, I can feel it. Let go, baby, give it to me.”
“Too much—I can’t—oh!” And then he pulled back out and slammed inside of her so fast and so deep and so hard, she climaxed again, surrendering to the brutal, aching pleasure that almost bordered on pain.
She rode out the climax, whimpering deep in her throat, and hung on as he pounded inside her body with all the rough violence and lust she craved, until he shouted her name, giving her his orgasm, never pausing until there was nothing left of either of them.