That's it baby, let go. My hand finds her breast and plumps it, squeezing it. She'll wear the marks from my rough stubble, my conquering hands. I pull her legs apart and attack her sweet pussy with my tongue again, drawing fresh moans. Fuck, I want more.
I flip her over and swat her ass, growling with pleasure at the red handprint on her pale flesh. I want to mark her. I want to own her. I want her to feel me in every way. I smack her again, without malice, but hard enough to leave a mark.
She arches her back and thrusts her bottom at me. "Harder," she orders. "more."
"You don't give the orders here." I thrust my fingers into her sopping pussy. It would be too rough if she wasn't so very wet.
"Fuck, Kit, you're so ready. You want me?"
"Yes," she moans, her head dropping to the bed. "Yes please."
"Gonna fuck this pussy. But not tonight. Tonight, I feast." I lie on my back, pulling her to straddle me. She blinks, dazed, her hair falling around her face as she looks down at me. Her nipples stand at attention. Her scent surrounds me.
My hands steady her hips. She tries to move off me and I grip her tighter. "Gonna eat you. Grind into my face, baby. Get your orgasm, take it all." I tug her lower and growl right into her pussy. "That's an order."
Her hips drop and she does as I command, rocking back and forth, rubbing against my face. I open wide and eat her, my tongue driving up into her tight hole, my fingers digging into her heated ass cheeks. She gasps and grinds harder, a huge moan rising from her lithe body. Her thighs clench on either side of my head. Fuck, I want to reach my cock and jack off, but if I let go, she'll topple right over.
Her orgasm strikes like lightning and I fight to keep her upright, as her body is wracked with spasm after spasm. My arms prop her as I tongue her as deep as I can, loving the feel of her inner muscles clenching on me.
"Fuck, you're gonna feel so good on my cock."
With a final cry, she tips over, and I let her, rising up to arrange her on the bed. I kneel over her, a conquering warrior surveying his claim. Her pussy is soft and wet, raw and red from my beard. She'll take my cock there, but not tonight. Tonight I mark her as mine.
I jerk my cock over her prone body. With lazy eyes she reaches up to help and I wrap my hand over her little one, tugging on my cock until my seed spurts over her body. I grab her wrist. "Touch it. Spread it over yourself." I wait until she smears my cum all over her goosebumped flesh.
I don't know where this is going, but tonight, she's mine. When I kissed her by the door, I set her aside. She chose to follow me into the bathroom. To strip naked in the hall and beckon me into the bedroom. She had a chance to avoid this, and she chose me.
For better or worse her fate is sealed. But she doesn't seem to mind.
When she's done painting her flesh with my cum, she brings her fingers to her mouth. And licks them clean.
Fates. I'm done.
JORDY LIES sweet and sated in my bed. I get a cloth and clean her, admiring every mark I've made on her body. Of course, that leads to me kissing every inch of her reddened flesh, from her flushed cheeks to her well spanked ass. I end up laying her over my lap again, holding her down by the scruff of her neck while my fingers work her to a final orgasm.
When the timer on the crock pot goes off, I have to fight to bring her back to reality. "Kit. Baby, time to eat."
She's so wrung out and droopy, I have to prop her up in my lap and hold little bites to her mouth, feeding her bit by bit. Which suits me just fine. Between bites, I kiss her, tasting the gravy. She sits up more once I get some food into her, her face still flushed from all her orgasms.
"Bad bear," she murmurs, tracing a finger around my mouth. I nip at it.
"Bad fox, coming into my house, eating all my meat and sleeping in my bed."
She pouts at the crock pot. "This meat's too hot." She looks at the piece I'm holding. "This meat is too cold." She wriggles in my lap and despite getting off twice my cock thickens. "This meat is just right."
"Bad fox," I growl, and hold my hand to her mouth. "Open."
She obeys, waiting for me to place the bite in her mouth.
"I'll feed you my meat as often as I can."
"Mmmm."
I put another bite up to her lips, and she shakes her head, diverting it to my mouth. I eat the portion meant for her, and when she reaches into the stew pot, I let her continue to feed me as I fed her. I indulge her, licking the gravy off her fingers.
"Enough," I say between sucking on her fingers. I lift her and carry her back to the bed.
"You need to eat more."
"I'd rather eat you."
"You already did."
"I want more."
She laughs.
"Later. Maybe." I set her down and arrange the pillows behind her. "Right now I gotta clean up. You stay," I order her when she starts to follow me. "I want you to relax."
"Okay, Grizz," she says happily. I hand her the sketch pad and she thanks me again.
"I'll draw something for you."
"I'd rather you draw something for yourself."
She cocks her head. "Like what?"
I hold out my arm and flex my biceps under my tattooed sleeve. "You like my ink?"
Her eyes are hooded, drowsy with desire. Fates, it's such a turn on.
"You can get a tattoo of your own, you know. If you want, you can cover up the scars."
"Do you think I should?" She bites her lip.