Fuck, he wished he didn’t have to tie her up. But if she touched him, he’d lose it. His mouth burned with the want to kiss her again, feast from her lips and drown in them. But if he did that…he’d lose it, too.
God knows he felt like he was the virgin.
Chloe’s arousal intoxicated him. Her lace panties were so wet he could see the dampness at their center, could smell her enthralling female scent through the scent of roses. He wanted to hear her scream his name. Scream Graves until she didn’t know anything or anyone anymore, much less Luke Preston.
She mewed anxiously, calling his name, arching up in beckoning. With his pants half undone, Graves bent his head and hungrily nuzzled one breast tip with his lips, then latched his mouth firmly around the pebbled peak.
He used his wet tongue to lave it, then gave strong, hungry pulls that arched her body up to his mouth while his fingers curled around the flesh beneath and helped to push it upward. He added his teeth, and his cock throbbed at each of her soft, abandoned moans. God, he was leaking cum in his pants already, he wanted her so much.
His blood roared in his ears as he switched breasts, suckling the taut, diamond-hard nipple on the other side. His eyes rolled to the back of his head from the pleasure, excitement, and arousal swimming in his veins as her gasps echoed in his ears.
Ravenous for more of her, he slid one hand down her lovely flat navel, stopping only to tenderly circle her belly button, and then he dipped lower to cup her over her lace panties. “Open your legs, Chlo.” He could barely make out his voice through his own roaring heartbeat.
Her thighs swung apart.
He hooked two fingers on her panties and withdrew them from her legs, shaking with the need to own her, brand her, lick her. He wanted to worship her, revere her. “Jesus, what is this?” Her pussy lips were bare, and a shudder racked through him at the delectable sight of those swollen pink pussy lips. His voice was a terse rasp and barely audible. “Did you shave that just for me, princess?”
“Yes, Graves.”
He couldn’t stop looking at her, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, her eyes shining with so much need and desire and adoration for him. For him. And her pussy…fucking shit, her sweet, sweet pussy.
His mouth watered as he stared at the pink, plump limps of her vagina, all the glistening flesh he wanted to feast on. He groaned and his fingers delved between her thighs. “How wet are you, Chlo?”
Another shudder racked through him when he heard the slick sound of his two fingers entering. She was so tight he had to push against her, push so hard his jealous cock twitched with envy. He was drugged by the bubbling sounds that tore from her throat, the way her hips rotated to his hands.
“Please, yes…” she encouraged.
“Sweet baby, you like that?” he cooed, while his dick felt like exploding in his pants, he’d been thinking about it all fucking day. For all fucking yesterday and today. For fucking forever. And nothing had even come close to the reality of having this woman…in his bed. Wanting him this way.
Christ.
A starved sound rumbled up his throat, and he bent his head to suckle her breasts once more, first one, then the other, wanting to be fair to both. Chloe writhed and pulled on her bindings as she twisted up to his devouring mouth, gasping his name. His emotions rioted through him like a deadly tornado, she excited him so much.
She overwhelmed him. She enchanted him. Made him want to lose control and not give a fuck about the consequences. He wanted to bury himself in her and never, ever, come out.
The room smelled of her arousal and roses, and he saw the petals sliding under her body as she arched and undulated. Her green eyes shone as she looked down at him, imploring him to fuck her.
He seized a loose red petal and ran it over her damp nipple tips. First one, then the other. “Please,” she cried again.
“Oh, princess, you’re so beautiful.” He dragged the rose petal to her pussy lips and caressed the nub with the blunt pad of his thumb while holding the silken petal against her, and she rocked her hips, her eyes glazing, her hands straining under the pillow.
He bent and licked one nipple again, the point bumping against the swipes of his tongue. Then he tweaked the puckered tip and watched her vault in the bed with a cry of pleasure.
“My turn to tease you, sweet Chlo…” His fingers slid to tantalize her sweet little cunt again, cupping her first, then sliding his middle finger inside while his thumb circled the nub of her little clit.
Her hips pumped wildly against his touch and she tossed her head with a desperate cry. “Graves, I want you inside me I’m so ready, I’m so…oh oh ohhhh.”
He didn’t expect her to come so fast, so hard, but he watched, his balls tightening in his pants as a rush of shudders seized her small, delicate form. His throat closed at the beautiful sight she made, and he was so damned endeared by her responsiveness, he watched her bite down helplessly on her lower lip as he pressed her clit and circled it well until her shudders subsided. Her mouth, God, her mouth. He was obsessed with her lips. Obsessed. He touched them with his wet thumb and made her lick herself.
“Lick yourself, Chlo…lick it all up…you have the sweetest pussy…I’m dying to bury myself deep into this sweet little pussy.” He ducked his head to tenderly bite her chin and tease the sexy dimple with his tongue, and when she kept rocking up anxiously against him, he dove between her legs.
“I want you so much, Graves,” she gasped as she writhed, straining in her bonds as her hips pushed up to his face. “Please fuck me, stop torturing me, oh God that feels so good.”
He now sucked her wet, rose-smelling pussy and plowed his tongue into her channel while using his thumb to circle her clit.
He could get drunk on her. On her taste, the sounds she made, the scent of the arousal he licked off her pink swollen flesh like honey. Her ass rose off the bed and she screamed out his name like she adored him, making him almost convulse from the pleasure of listening alone. He cupped her delicious buttocks in one palm now and slid his tongue upward, to torture her clit now, while his long middle finger plunged into her drenched channel.
“Graves…oh God…I’m going to…please please fuck me before I come again.”
The anxiety in her voice made him pull back, panting hard, hungrily licking his wet lips so he swallowed every last drop of her. Breathing raggedly now, he jerked off his pants, grabbed and tore open a condom packet from the nightstand, and quickly rolled on the rubber before positioning himself between her splayed thighs, levering up on both arms and pausing his straining cock at her entry. Her lovely bare pussy beckoned his length. Her eyes pleaded with him. Her breasts rose and fell with each haggard breath.
And he was crazy about this girl.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he rasped, seizing her ankles and helping to guide her long, lithe legs around his hips. “Is the tie hurting you? Is it hurting you, Chlo? Tell me!” he demanded.
“No…I like it. I can’t believe how helpless I feel, but I’m so turned on I’m in agony,” she gasped. “Please, Graves, argh, just do me already!”
Gritting his teeth while up on his arms, he started a slow and careful plunge, and her head fell back on a strangled sob as he penetrated her. Her hot, slick arousal coated his entry, welcoming him, sucking him in deeper. Her hips pitched upward unexpectedly as he plowed his hips downward, and the ramming contrast made the mattress squeak.
She moaned, the melting softness of her body giving way to his hardness.
“Damn it, did I hurt you?” he strained out.
“Yes! No! I don’t…don’t stop, Graves, don’t stop.” She rocked her hips against him and his pulsing dick almost felt pain from pulling out of that delicious heat. He had to go back in—had to. Go back. In.
Her breasts jiggled enticingly when he thrust back in, the nipples now darkened after his suckling, her sexy lower lip caught between her teeth. Ecstasy pummeled through him as he buried himself, balls deep. So damn deep. Her chan
nel milked him, clenched and clamped around him.
“Chloe, fuck baby, am I too big for you? Am I too big for you, sweet virgin baby?” He grabbed her pelvis and angled her so he could press deeper, and she watched him impale her with a dewy, lust-filled, heavy-lidded gaze.
“Big, and hard and so good…so good, Graves…” She writhed and arched when he started up a rhythm. “Oh, God, Graves!”
He pounded into her harder and tongued her ear, murmuring heatedly into the crevice as he clutched her against him. “My beautiful princess, you look so beautiful, being fucked like this. You feel so good to me, so fucking good.” He couldn’t stop calling her his, because right now, Chloe was all his very own.
She screamed yes and please and ooh, and he was so worked up and sweating that he wanted to yell as well. Past thinking, past sweet and easy, past control, he licked and sucked and caressed just about any part of her he could get a hand on. A tongue on.
He came back to the dimple again, obsessed with it, wanting to be close to her goddamned sexy mouth. He wanted her breaths to bathe his face. To have her mouth so close he could almost taste her. When their lips brushed accidentally, ecstasy surged through him, clenching his muscles, whipping him into a firestorm of need.
He clutched her face with more force than he’d intended. “You’re delectable, Chlo.” He ran his flat tongue down the length of her throat, and back up to the sweet dimple on her chin. “I could fuck you night and day—I could fuck you until you kill me. Come for me, Chlo. You’re such a good girl. Come again now. Come hard for me.”
The moment she started climaxing, a deluge of her damp heat slickened his cock, and he plunged in so deep he threw his head back with a roar of pleasure. He shuddered as she convulsed under him, her cries turning him on like no other thing ever had, thrusting him into a deep, twisting orgasm that went on and on and on.
Chapter Five
Chloe was still catching her breath when Graves reached over her head and unbound her wrists. She felt breathless and exhilarated and very much taken and possessed by the man of her dreams on this night that she never wanted to end.
“Oh, no,” she told him with a gasp, not wanting to be set free yet. “I still want to touch you badly, trust me. You don’t want to give me that much freedom…”
“Shh,” he said tenderly, and he tossed the tie aside. She hadn’t been aware of how sore they felt until he rubbed her wrists with such gentleness her eyes unexpectedly blurred. He lifted her sore wrists to his beautiful plush mouth and brushed them with his lips. “Just don’t rub me—I’m not used to it.”
She nodded quietly but was too hyperaware of her hands as she set them at her sides, so she curled her fingers into her palms. Graves’s tanned chest was mesmerizing, muscled, coated with a sheen of sweat, and her pussy throbbed from his recent invasion. She still wanted more of him, all of him, felt so greedy she continued shaking.
When he lay back down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, recovering his breath, she wondered if he also didn’t like snuggling, and if he didn’t like to be licked, either. Her eyes settled on his enormous hard-on and widened when she realized it was still as big and extended as she’d felt it. Her greedy breasts pricked excitedly and her pussy gripped with wanting. Graves was so well endowed she couldn’t help but admire his long, thick, gleaming pink cock and want it again.
She signaled delicately. “Aren’t you supposed to go back to…?”
He nodded somberly, like this wasn’t necessarily good news, his eyes gleaming as he stared in that signature famished way of his at her lips. “Seems like I just can’t get my fill of you.”
Her voice dropped huskily. “Oh, I can remedy that.”
She was about to climb on top of him when he seized her by the arm to halt her. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said in a serious tone, with a serious face. But his eyes were tortured and deliciously lustful, and they called to the wantonness inside of her.
With a cocky smile, she bent over him and placed her lips just a hair away from his lips, to torment him like he’d tormented her. “It just so happens…” She breathed against him, allowing her lips to brush his, wickedly delighted when he tensed beneath her. “That I can’t get my fill of you, either.”
She could feel his lips smile a fraction beneath hers. “You poor baby.” He caught her by the waist and rolled her under him again, his face tight with lust as he loomed above her. “Then I’m going to have to fill you up again…”
His cocky words teased across her body like a simmering volcano, teasing her with hot little bubbles of lust. She couldn’t control the flirtatious smile pulling at her lips as she gazed up into his handsome, square face. “You know, for such a quiet man, you’re very talkative during sex.”
He scowled thoughtfully as his gaze fell to her mouth, and his thumb brushed her lips almost hard this time. It was like he was being driven crazy by her mouth and kept rubbing it with his thumb. “I rarely talk—but if I don’t talk what you make me feel is going to gnaw a hole in my gut.”
She reached up, and then remembered his no-touching rule and only set her hands on his shoulders, thrilled with that little itty bitty touch. His skin was silky smooth and deliciously warm, the muscles so taut and unyielding under her fingers she wished she could memorize every single one of them. “You make me so wet, Graves,” she confessed. “Just with your words and with your eyes and with your touch…and when I think of the way you kissed me at Luke’s place…”
Her hands seemed to move of their own volition and caressed down the back of his arms, his triceps contracting under her touch.
His cock jerked against her hip bone when she continued lightly stroking his arms, his muscles perhaps unused to the stimulation. He ducked his head to her breast and spoke against her nipple, tense but licking hungrily. “No, don’t rub me, Chlo.”
She squirmed restlessly, excited and overstimulated with Graves’s mighty nipple sucks, but she couldn’t stop her hands from sliding along the delicious muscles on his chest. “No, Chlo, don’t rub me—fuck, I’m going to lose control if you do that.” He restrained her wrists in both hands and pinned them over her head.
Panting, he wedged his hips between her parted thighs and thrust his cock into her dampened pussy really hard, like he’d lost it for a fraction of a second. Then he withdrew, his jaw strained with effort.
Chloe gasped in surprise and moaned for more.
His eyes darkened with purpose, and he laced her fingers through his own, her hands kept securely clasped beneath his. He thrust inside her again, his penetration so total she felt claimed. Branded. The scent of sex mingled with roses and his cologne stormed through her senses. A sheen of sweat coated their bodies, and she could hear the slap of their flesh as he thrust a rhythm, could feel his muscles coiled with tension, hear the bed creak under the force of his fucking.
His firm hold above her head tightened as he pumped in deeper, and she writhed as a wave of pulse-pounding pleasure spiked through her. She cried out, “Yes,” moving with him, following the rhythm he set, clutching his hands with her own
He sat back and pulled her with him, and suddenly they were sitting on the bed, her legs locked at the small of his back while she straddled his parted thighs, fucking in the most delicious way, his cock sliding all the way inside her.
She moaned like crazy, bumping up and down over him, and when she climaxed she forgot all about the touching and wrapped her arms around him and clawed at his scalp, glorying in the feel of his delicious silken hair shifting between her fingers.
The shuddering waves of orgasm had barely subsided when Graves easily flipped her over, facedown.
He snapped off a condom, and she could see him roll on another one. When his big hand cupped her ass, her womb contracted in arousal again. In silence, he pulled her up to her hands and knees on the bed, and a soft needy whimper tore from her lips when she realized he was going to take her again. From behind.
He made a low, animal-like sound when he
spread her cheeks apart with his hands, and she could feel him eyeing her hungrily from the back. Her pussy watered again, moist and hotter than fire. He slipped a hand between her legs, touching her clit and spreading her labia open, as though making sure she was wet enough to take him again.
She was.
“Do you mind this position, Chloe?” he huskily asked, inserting a probing finger inside her.
“No…” She squirmed so that he hurried. “Do you like it like this?”
“Yeah.” He stroked the silky, smooth flesh of her buttocks with his hands, then palmed them, squeezed them. “Mainly because I love your ass and I want to see while I fondle it.”
A shudder of delight racked through her. Now, it was as if claiming every inch of her was a priority to Graves, and she trembled with the need to be claimed like this, too. She wanted to be claimed in every way possible.
He scraped his erection across her entrance, teasing her folds with the head. Chloe soaked herself again and opened wider for him, spreading her thighs apart, and then he held her by the hips, nudged his cock past her pussy lips, and swiftly impaled.
Chloe’s eyes drifted shut as she cried out, “Graves.”
He felt enormous inside her, stretching her to the limits.
He groaned. “You said you were ready for me. I hope to God you didn’t lie.”
“I’m so ready,” she gasped, tossing her head back with a moan. “Please don’t hold back.”
“I won’t, damn you, you feel too good.”
Chloe braced herself up on her elbows and kept her ass up in the air, and the angle of her hips sent the blood rushing to her head, then back to her pussy as he started pounding and stroking her walls with every glorious, sliding thrust.
Her breasts jiggled, and suddenly she realized she was completely exposed to him in this position. She could feel his gaze like a caress on her behind, and his hands seemed to follow as they stroked across her ass, then went slowly around her waist. He gently caressed her pussy, still pumping her from behind, still holding her hips in one large, firm hand.