a
different plan. A few swift tugs and his costume pants were gone, leaving him
bare, his cock frantic to sink into Aria’s burning heat.
Swiftly he moved over her until his hips straddled her
shoulders and his now very happy hard-on brushed her lips.
“Put your mouth on me, Aria. Show me how much you want me.
How much you want my cock inside you, taking you hard, fast and deep. Show me
exactly what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
Without a word of protest Aria opened her kiss-swollen lips
and licked across the head of his penis. Slowly she ran her tongue over his
erection, wetting each pulsing inch of him while his cock throbbed and his
balls ached.
He could do nothing but groan and thrust his fingers into
her thick curls, holding her against him as his ass tightened and clenched.
“Suck me! Hard and deep, Aria.” He growled low, knowing she’d do exactly what
he wanted because it was what she wanted too.
Aria’s hum of pleasure about drove him over the edge. The
feel of her mouth so hot and wet on his most sensitive flesh had his ass
clenching again. He didn’t want to come in her mouth, not the first time. But
the pleasure was almost too good to pass up. Especially when her tongue flicked
over the head, teasing the leaking slit, sending tendrils of fire straight to
his balls. He shouted, he moaned, he whispered, but nothing coherent.
“Aw, honey, that’s it, suck me tight and deep.” He tilted
her neck so his cock could angle deeper down her throat. He thrust deep until
his balls touched her chin and he knew there was no more of him to take. Aria
choked around his length and Mac reluctantly withdrew back to the more shallow
thrusts she could tolerate. But one day, Mac knew, with practice Aria would be
able to swallow him deep with no problem. He’d be able to fuck her mouth as
easily as he would her pussy or ass. But that was a thought for the future, not
for the present. Right now the present included a very hot woman sucking and
licking his dick like it was her favorite treat.
Mac knew he’d die if she stopped. He was so close to the
edge, so close to flooding her mouth with his seed he almost couldn’t stop
himself. It was the memory and the scent of her juices that finally gave him
the strength to move back and pull out.
Aria protested his absence, but stopped quickly when she saw
him reach for the condoms on the bedside table.
“Please hurry, Sir,” she urged him. Her breathing fast, her
cheeks bright with passion and desire. “Would you please fuck me, Sir?”
Simply hearing her say the words almost caused Mac to come.
There was the Aria he’d wanted to see emerge. Strong, vital and vocal about her
owning her wants, needs and desires. Shame had no place within their connection
and now he knew she understood it as well.
Hands slippery with sweat, nerves and his lover’s honey, Mac
rolled the condom on. With everything in place he brought his body back over
hers. Ready to complete this final step, to join their bodies and step off the
cliff into oblivion.
Playtime was over.
With a low groan of need Mac grasped his cock with one
shaky, sweaty hand, centered himself and thrust in deep with one rough, hard
stroke. He’d been right. With the wide plug in place he had to fight for every
inch of her slick pussy. He rammed his cock in with hard forceful jabs,
determined she would take every inch of him. The walls of her cunt clamped down
tight on him, sending shock waves of pleasure along every nerve ending. Aria’s
body tried to hold him captive even as she pushed her hips up, wiggling against
the restraints.
The sheer, lava-heat of her pussy made him groan in
pleasure. All he could do, all he could think about, all that existed, was the
sexual animal need burning inside him to claim and mark his woman, his mate.
Nothing existed in Aria’s world but Mac. His touch, his
feel, his scent, the musky sweet flavor of his cock that remained on her lips
as he took her body in powerful