Without a Hitch(25)

She writhes beneath my touch, and I can’t ever remember being this turned on. I place both hands on her ass and spread her cheeks as I lick from her clit to her puckered hole and back again. She gasps and shoots forward to the wall, but I pull her back to me.

“Hold still,” I repeat. Then lift my hand and massage her left ass cheek, gratified when her pussy tries to clamp down on my tongue. “You liked that, you naughty girl.”

She howls her consent as my tongue rims her ass again, and somehow I know that no one else has ever touched her here. It makes me that much greedier. My fingers on her clit speed up to keep pace with my pounding heart.

“I. Blaine? I. Holy shit.”

I grin evilly against her ass, then bring my other hand between her legs and enter her pussy without warning. My fingers work on overloading her senses, and it doesn’t take long before her legs quiver and shake.

Precome seeps from my engorged cock. The sounds she’s making alone could cause my release.

Standing quickly, I detach myself just long enough to push her back down a little more, remove my shirt, and grab a condom. Once I’m sheathed, I lift her hips so she’s standing on her tiptoes. She’s completely open to me like this. Her arousal is dripping down her legs, and I can’t wait any longer. I enter her in one forceful thrust.

She cries out. I see stars, and it takes me a minute to get hold of myself. A minute she doesn’t give me as she lifts even higher onto her toes and pushes back against me. I stand completely still as she moves up and down on my shaft. It’s reverse cowgirl standing up, and I fucking love how her tits slap against the wall, but this is my rodeo.

Wrapping one arm around her waist and another around her shoulders, I hold her to my chest, lifting her off the floor, and back us up to the bed in one sweeping motion.

When my knees hit the mattress, I lower us down, never once losing the connection, and when I’m resting comfortably against the headboard, I release her. Pepper drops forward onto her hands and knees, and I’ve never seen a fucking sexier sight.

Scrambling to keep our connection, I nearly cry out when I slip from her pussy. I’ve never been this desperate to get deep inside a girl again, but that’s what I am. A desperate, desperate man, and I can’t take another breath until I slam back into her.

Pepper pants below me, arching her back, begging for me. And bloody hell, do I give it to her.

Grasping her hips, I thrust harder and harder until I bottom out. Her walls quiver again, and I know she’s close, but I can’t let this end. I don’t want it to end. I may never want it to end.

“Tell me how you like it, darling. Fast and hard? Slow and sweet? Or maybe you want it a little rough?” I demand as I continue to pound into her.

She’s breathless as she pants her answer in time with the punch of my hips. “Hard. Rough. Dirty,”

she gasps.

Christ. She might be the perfect woman. If that’s what I was searching for.

I growl. It’s a feral sound that echoes off the walls. “If you want it dirty, sweetheart, I’d better hear you. Every sound. Every thrust. Every slap. I want to hear your reaction. Do. You. Understand?”

I punctuate each word with a deeper thrust than the time before.

“Yes. Yes. Please, yes!” she shouts. Her knuckles turn white as she clutches the bedding.

Leaning forward, I place a hand over her throat and pull her to me before running my thumb along her lips. “Suck it.” Pepper doesn’t hesitate. She pulls my thumb into her mouth and tongue-fucks it like she did my cock. It makes me impossibly harder. I allow her a few moments with my thumb, then yank it from her lips and gently lower her down to the bed.

“Take a deep breath.”

I wait for her chest to expand with air, then breach her ass with my thumb, slippery from her own saliva.

“Gah. Bl-Blaine. I. Ugh.”

Her legs shake, and her skin slicks with perspiration, but she doesn’t stop pushing back into me.

In fact, she speeds up like she’s chasing her orgasm now, making me double down.

I pump in and out of her with my cock and thumb. Rotating my hips when I’m fully seated, I match the movements of my thumb. She comes in a violent torrent of screams and spasms that drag on for long minutes. But I don’t let up. As her spent body falls forward, so do I.

Pushing her legs together, I lift her just enough to get a pillow under her hips, and then I rut into her. I push and pillage and thrust until I’m out of breath, but I can’t stop. Keeping my hips against her ass, I grind into her so deeply that I hit the end of her.

Her moans begin again, and I slip a hand between her and the pillow. “You will come again for me before I explode.”

She shakes her head, but I lower my front to her back and pin her down so I can whisper hoarsely into her ear. “You can, and you will, darling. Then we’ll do it all over again. This will be a night you never forget.”

Or maybe I’m making sure this memory brands me.

“Blaine. Blaine. Blaine.” It’s a chorus, a love song, a prayer, and it’s intoxicating.

One hand speeds up on her clit, and the other bears down on her hip. I need to be deeper. I need to feel all of her.

“Do you know what you taste like, darling? How sweet you are? When you come this time, I’m going to roll you over and drink every drop of your arousal until you come again all over my face.”