Hard Drivin Man by Cerise DeLand Read Free Book Online Page B

him building to a climax. He sent one hand down to her clit and massaged her over the edge as he plunged into her. In grinding madness, he swirled her to a heady pulsing orgasm that shook her as he found his own release then curled her with him to one side.
    Glued together by exhaustion and perspiration, she lay in his embrace as they both caught their breaths.
    Minutes later, he gathered her up in his big arms as if she were a feather and strode towards the bathroom. She slid down his torso to stand, clinging to his musky body like a nymph as he grabbed a condom from the counter. She pushed away to stare at him in joyous surprise. With arched brows, he asked if she was ready for him again.
    She flowed against him like a well-loved cat and bit his shoulder. On a shout of delight, he opened the door to the huge circular shower and turned on the spray. He stepped inside and took her with him, placing her on the huge marble seat against the wall and asking if she’d like breakfast. “I’ll order room service soon. Promise. You need food. But, damn, honey, I’m just starving for you again.”
    Complimented to the quick, she dug her nails into his massive arms. “Who needs food when I have you?” Soon, you’ll be gone and I’ll have only memories.
    On a cry, she kissed him like a greedy kid.
    He rolled on his condom with two quick flicks of his wrist, then grabbed a bar of soap and caressed its smoothness over her breasts and her stomach, down to her pussy and the folds between. She watched in fascination, memorising the sensations of his care. She spread her legs wide for his access and as he bent to kiss her, she tilted up her hips for him and his maddeningly delicious care. He stepped aside, reached up for the nozzle and took it down to rinse her with the spray on her breasts and her cunt.
    She undulated, loving the stimulation of the tiny jets, pinching her own nipples to heighten her need. Then, she sent her fingers down into her throbbing pussy. She sought her clit and bucked at the sensation of her own ability to bring herself to a hotter craving for him inside her. “Trey, my fingers aren’t any good, honey. I want you here.”
    Her words had him hanging up the nozzle and grasping her arms. He picked her up and turned her to the wall. From behind he sent his hand between her buttocks and stroked her labia with delicate fingers. “Baby, how can you be so juicy for me every time?”
    Her hands flat against the tiles, her nipples chilled by them, she pushed back. “I have never wanted anyone, anything so much as I want you. Touch me. Have me, Trey.”
    He drove three huge fingers up inside her cunt and pressed his body to hers. He bit her earlobe. “I want to be the only man you have touching you, Jess. No one can make love to you like I can, baby.”
    Then he proceeded to show her how true that was. He reached around to the front of her and found her clit, massaging her to a rampaging need. “Now, Trey. God, fuck me now!”
    Without turning her around, he pulled her to him and sat on the marble seat. Widening her thighs, he led her hips down so that she began to take his big hot cock inside her cunt backwards. The angle and the raw sensation had her arching in ecstasy.
    He began to give her all of him slowly, sweetly, his hands on her waist directing her.
    But the madness built to a quick frenzy, he pumping into her with speed and precision, she gasping for air and completion in the electric jet of his fulfillment and, finally, hers.
    She drifted backwards to him and he enfolded her, his head against her back.
    She squeezed his cock with her swollen cunt. “Honey, that had to be the best shower I’ve ever had.”
    He shook with laughter. “Wait till you see breakfast!”
     
    More than an hour later, breakfast was eggs, bacon, toast and, of all things, oysters on the half-shell!
    “You said you wanted oysters, Jess.” He scooped one silvery morsel out of its shell and bent over her chair to hold it close to