He lifts his lips from me just enough to growl, “Gotta give you one more… just to prove you wrong. Remember?”
I weakly lift my head and look down my naked body at him as he lies in between my legs. He’s still fully clothed while I’m completely bare to him, but then again… he didn’t give me any choice the minute he closed the door behind us when we entered his hotel room. His hands came to frame my face, and he proceeded to kiss the breath out of me. His mouth was hard, demanding, and completely controlling. His tongue erotically captivated my own as his hands roved all over me, pulling at my clothes and stroking over my skin.
When he had me completely naked, he took a step back and looked at me with lust blazing out of his eyes. “Over and over again, Goldie,” he promised as his eyes traveled down the length of my body. My nipples got hard, and I felt twitchy all over.
His eyes came to rest on that part of my body that felt the twitchiest of all, and he licked his lips. “Want my mouth on that pussy,” he murmured, and my knees almost buckled.
None of the rich and dapper men I go out with ever talk to me like that. They always murmur words of endearment while they reverently look upon me with wonder and awe. None of them have such a raw look of need and desire etched upon their faces, and none of them ever look at me like they want to devour me whole.
In my experience, the men I’ve been with tend to be selfish in nature. I’ve bemoaned to my girls time and again over the serious lack of oral attention I usually get, instead settling on a man that just wants to get his dick wet so he can pound out his own orgasm. I’ve never had anyone look at me the way Tenn did in that moment, telling me he wanted his mouth on me as if I was the only sustenance he could ever crave.
And his mouth was on me… and over me… and inside of me. He licked and sucked and ate at me, over and over again. My first orgasm came on brutally strong and amazingly fast, knocking the breath out of me and causing me to go dizzy. Tenn merely muttered against my wet flush, “Fuck yes, baby. So sexy,” before he started licking and sucking at me again.
His fingers got added. One, two, and then three… stretching and plunging into me. My hips bucked and circled, trying to drive him deeper into my body. Orgasm number two wasn’t far behind number one, and my toes curled from the immense pleasure he gave me.
But he didn’t stop.
He didn’t attack me harder though either, instead slowing his pace and leisurely lapping against my pleasure-numbed skin. His hands stroked the insides of my thighs, and he whispered how sweet I tasted. The fire stoked slowly inside of me because he ate me out slowly, taking his time with me.
When number three hit, I called out his name and arched my back off the bed, faintly recognizing a chuckle of triumph out of him. And finally, yes, finally, I figured he’d fuck me.
Instead, he was demanding I give him one more, and I didn’t think I had it in me.
“Just fuck me, Tenn,” I moan as he slips a finger inside of me, curling it just right.
“One more, Goldie,” he says, tilting his head to the side to suck on the skin of my inner thigh. With a prick of his teeth against me that elicits a startled yelp, he surges upward and pulls me from the bed.
I’m so limp. I’m like a rag doll in his arms as he spins me around and has me face the dresser at the foot of the bed, which comes complete with large mirror attached to it. I watch with glazed eyes as he brings his huge body behind me and wraps his tattooed arm across my breasts to hold me up. His eyes bore into mine through the reflective glass and his other hand trails down my stomach.
His fingers splay out and cover my mound, pushing me back against him until I can feel his erection burning into my lower back. He watches his own hand as he slides lower over my flesh and then sinks his middle finger into me.
“Watch me,” he commands with a nod of his head downward. “Watch me finger fuck you to another orgasm, Goldie.”
My head falls back on his shoulder as I close my eyes to gain composure. He’s going to kill me. Death by orgasm.
“Watch, baby,” he murmurs as he starts pumping his finger in and out of me. “Look how beautiful you are in my arms. Face flushed, nipples hard as rocks, my finger sliding in and out of you. So warm and tight. Can’t wait to have my cock in there.”
My eyes take in every detail as he describes it for me, and I feel wanton as I watch how sexy we look in the mirror together. I watch his hand moving against me, let his dirty words seep into my pores, feeling the pressure miraculously start building inside of me again. My gaze slides up to his and I find his eyes no longer watching his own actions, but locked onto my face. His cheek lowers, and he rests it against the top of my head.
“Feel good?” he asks me quietly.
I don’t answer right away and he pulls his finger out, circling it slowly around my clit. My hips arch away from his body, seeking a harder touch from his fingers.
“Feel good, Goldie?” he asks again, and I nod my head vigorously as his fingers move faster against me.
“Going to come for me again, aren’t you?” he asks, but it’s not really a question. It’s a command.
“Gotta let you prove me wrong,” I gasp, and he chuckles as his eyes drop down to his hand.
“I believe fucking you with my words is just as hot as fucking you with my fingers,” he murmurs. “You like my dirty talk?”
“God yes,” I moan as I can feel my orgasm starting to fire up.
“Want more than just my fingers?”
“Yes,” I gasp out again as I circle my hips against him desperately.
“Then you gotta come for me, Goldie. One more.”
And that’s all it takes.
My entire body stiffens as wave after wave of pleasure takes me hostage, rolling through me as I cry out my release. With hazy eyes, I see Tenn’s eyes light up with victory and his lips curve up in appreciation as he watches me in the mirror for a moment more, his fingers plucking at me gently.
“I think that may be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Tenn mutters as he takes my shoulders and pushes me forward over the dresser. My hands come out to rest on the edge for balance, and I lower my face a moment as I try to catch my breath.
The jangle and swish of Tenn’s belt being undone causes me to raise my face again, and I watched mesmerized as his movements have a sense of choppy urgency about him. He reaches into his pocket, pulls his wallet out, and takes out a condom, which he puts in his mouth to hold between his teeth.
With his hands free, he undoes his jeans and pushes them down over his hips. Although my body is blocking much of my view, I can see his erection sticking out past my left hip.
And oh, my word… it’s beautiful. It’s huge… monstrously big, and my blood starts pulsing again with desire for him at the thought of him putting that inside of me.
Tenn pulls at the condom wrapper still held tightly in his teeth and rips it open. While he seemed in such control just moments ago while he was guiding me to another orgasm, he seems to be overwhelmed with urgency right now.
Spellbound and captivated by the anticipation of what’s to come—over how frantic he seems to be to get inside of me—I watch as he rolls the condom on and steps up behind my body. One hand dips down and he drags his fingers through my folds, causing me to huff out a pent-up breath of impatience.
Tenn moves his hands from my flesh to his own cock, takes it in hand, and lines it up to me with his eyes lowered to watch his progress. He rubs the enormous tip through my wetness, letting it sink in just a fraction of an inch, and my body starts to tighten with excitement.
His eyes lift up, and I let mine rise right along until we are staring at each other in the mirror. He doesn’t move… holds absolutely still while his gaze melds with mine.
Then his hands grab onto my waist and he pulls back on my body as his own hips flex forward, causing his shaft to slide slowly into me. I stretch to capacity, feeling every nerve and fiber leaping in pleasure. When his pelvis presses tight against my ass, Tenn hisses through his teeth and his eyes squeeze shut.