Part 13 (1/2)
”Give him what he wants baby, that's it.” Darian chanted in her ear.
Almonzo smirked, a peculiar expression right then and there but he seemingly loved the act itself as his eyes left hers in order to watch the oral excursion of a secondary claim to his wife.
Darian's lips hovered over hers and with a whisper he gave her the instruction. ”That's it, come for us.” It was the one that wracked her body forward earlier. His tongue swiped back and forth over her lips and then he dipped for a more sensual kiss.
Her back bowed as Richart slipped his tongue in tighter flicking through her cave of womanly needs. He was driving her forward, reaching for her, with her, wanting her to climax against his lips. She was going to come with all of them touching her. The kiss she gave Darian was hotter because h.e.l.l's fury swept the room with the sins of foreseeable destruction but it didn't slow their pace.
Desperate for more control, leverage even, she tugged her arms free and closed her fists around two able c.o.c.ks. Both men willingly drove into her hands. Her mouth moved away from Darian and on a short supply of breath, she screamed out a vehement request. ”Somebody, anybody...please... f.u.c.k me.”
They all shuffled at one time.
Chapter 14
Tabitha was going to come for the next hundred years just revisiting this experience. The more they touched her, the longer they looked at her, the wetter she became. The o.r.g.a.s.ms were like a ricochet of pleasure bullets firing nothing but blanks one minute and a continual round of bliss the next.
One request for c.o.c.k, and she had a ready volunteer.
”It will be your pleasure.” Richart held the advantage because his lips occupied the one place she wanted stroked. He whispered into her skin right before he grabbed her a.s.s and used it to secure a fastened grip. He yanked her right under him.
Quickly, he pressed the mushroom head of his c.o.c.k against her. Almonzo's eyes forcibly changed to the lavender shade Tabitha recognized but he didn't look angry or even jealous.
She still coaxed him. ”Almonzo, take my mouth. It's yours.”
”Come here.” He pressed his hungry lips against hers before he moved his c.o.c.k over her willing tongue. With the tip of his d.i.c.k waiting to slip forward, he reminded her. ”It's always mine.”
Richart penetrated her with his heat, and she took some of Almonzo's for her own as the prec.u.m glistened from the tip and he gradually slipped inside her mouth. The timing was perfect as Richart secured himself with a locked fit deep inside her p.u.s.s.y. Darian rolled back on the b.a.l.l.s of his feet and observed.
”What's that feel like baby?” His hand moved over her belly and she moaned her reply. It felt like she was going to come! And he had to ask? She reached for him, tried to pull him into their experience. She wanted to hold all of them as she came and she was going to explode.
Richart's c.o.c.k was d.a.m.n near in a league of its own. She felt him pulsing against her walls and driving in deeper with every stroke and his heat...oh G.o.d, the way he throbbed against her only provoked a bolt of warmth. Every single time he slid inside her, he seemed to sheath himself in her moisture. And she was wet-no, more like flooding over-with desire.
”Oh man. What a tight little p.u.s.s.y...” Richart began to roll his body back and forth with the enjoyed strokes of a man who planned an erotic visit without the need to rush. ”That's it baby. Take it all.” His hands spread her legs wider and his mouth fell open as his lips curved in an erotic grin. ”You know you gotta love this.”
Truer words were never spoken.
Darian's mouth moved to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and he did what she enjoyed best. His tongue rolled over her nipples before his teeth sc.r.a.ped them over and over again. He took a mouthful but never showed favoritism as he moved between them. His breathing labored, he made an urgent request as he held her hand only tighter around his d.i.c.k. ”Stroke it baby.”
”Ah but she is...and I'm going to stay right here until she comes.” Almonzo's c.o.c.k hung between her jaws, and he pushed his thickness to the back of her throat only more. His thighs bunched when her fingers went to his b.a.l.l.s and she stroked the skin at the base as she continued to suck him down her throat between mumbles and groans.
Richart was thumping against her p.u.s.s.y in long, strong strokes. He used slow movements of unadulterated pleasure while beads of sweat formed over his brow and lip. He took her hips in his hands and worked his back as he moved into her with a perverse and twisted s.h.i.+ft.
”That's it, Tabitha. Feel me.” His voice was husky and Almonzo flinched when he heard Richart call her name.
She looked at Richart's abs. She focused on them as she watched his pleasure ride in and claim him. ”So beautiful.” She glanced up and lost herself in his gaze as his pupils changed. No, if beautiful had a first or last name, Richart deserved to wear both in his o.r.g.a.s.mic state.
His face never expressed anything more than true pleasure and untainted joy while his c.o.c.k danced for freedom. ”That's it, Tabitha. Let me have you now.” His head dipped and he playfully bit at the nipple Darian vacated.
”Ouch!” Tabitha's hands flew to her breast but it didn't stop her from grinding her hips forward. Oh no, nothing stopped an o.r.g.a.s.m in progress.
Richart drew one drop of blood and Almonzo quickly lapped it away when he saw Darian's fangs fall.
”That's it, Richart. Now!”
Blood or come, it didn't matter.
Lick or suck, she didn't care.
Right now, she wanted the man inside of her to finish her. ”Oh Richart. Faster!”
”Do that again, and you'll regret it.” Almonzo only cautioned over her screams but he didn't have time to scowl. h.e.l.l no, only bliss existed on this bed. She quickly brought him back to her lips and sucked him in with a latch that demanded he forfeit all control-and she proved she understood how to take it when she wanted it.
Richart's eyes rolled upward and his d.i.c.k plunged forward. ”Ah, man. There's nothing but pure pleasure in your woman.”
Richart and Tabitha were now committed to their goals. Her body was slick and eager and his c.o.c.k delivered everything a man's full endowment guaranteed.
”That's it baby. You're coming for me, aren't you sweets?” He tapped her p.u.s.s.y with a hard stroke left then right and then so help her, he plunged faster and harder straight for the core-her G-spot had nothing on the place he hit.
A jet of his warmth with the strength of ammunition came fast and forceful and dear G.o.d, it brought such a sweet reminder of why he was in between her legs. Richart was her true secondary mate. They were already connected on so many levels and she swallowed Almonzo deeper as the pain of the truth slapped her with its vile dose.
She arched her back. Her mouth tightened around her mate with closed jaws and a lapping tongue. Her hips rose to meet each final jolt Richart shared with her and as the heat spilled from him, she knew it was truly a gift as she rode out her own o.r.g.a.s.m and began climbing for another one.
Her murmurs ran across the ridge of Almonzo's shaft and he filled her with his c.u.m as Richart collapsed against her lower half and stayed in place for her pleasure more than his own. She pumped the heat of Darian into her hand as she savored, like a fine wine, the fire of the one drifting across her tongue.
”That's it. Sweet mercy, Tabitha. Don't stop. Close around me. Swallow baby. That's it. Take it all.” Almonzo's hands weaved through her hair as he f.u.c.ked her mouth and she swallowed the taste of him before she finally released him.
She licked the salty aftermath, the heavenly reminder of him, from her lips. Oh but how she loved him then. The way he looked on with admiring eyes undid her in one solitary moment. She needed to come again now.
These new basic needs were hard on a woman.
Spent and exhausted, Richart moved to the side and before she asked, Darian was there. He wasted little time entering her and for a moment they were alone. Almonzo and Richart seemed unaware of it as they casually relaxed with simple conversation.
”Here's the girl I knew I'd always find.” He winked and then bit on his lower lip. ”Always ready, aren't you sweet honey?”
Tabitha smiled in acceptance. Darian nodded his approval. He must have known she was ready to come and as soon as he stroked her once or twice, she released a sigh of relief and he only pressed further inside.
”Oh, Darian.” She whispered his name as he began to move and he closed his eyes after the first few rubs. She wasn't sure if she'd ever witnessed anyone experiencing something so pleasurable but he was in heaven. She was sure she sent him there, if only for a second. And that's when she realized she also had the ability to send him straight through h.e.l.l.
His c.o.c.k was brutal as it punished her for time lost and pleasure gained. She took it as a genuine endors.e.m.e.nt, and a rare and unusual pleasure. Darian's savage hair moved wildly across his shoulders. The blond cape brushed down his back, and after a few longer, harder strokes, he opened his eyes and then he looked all rogue. His palms pushed her thighs wider and knees higher, and he hooked his arm under her bent leg as he began to push himself deeper.