They didn’t kiss or touch in any other way. Just arms wrapped securely around each other as his shaft pumped in and out. He moved like a well-oiled machine—no faltering, no fluctuation, just a steady, relentless stroking that turned her mind to mush as her body caught flame and burned.
She forgot that this was about comforting him. She lost sight of everything except the thrust and retreat of his cock in her innermost being. Her hands slid down his back to grip his butt.
“Harder, baby, please. I’m so close.”
He nuzzled his face against the tender area beneath her ear, then followed it down to the tendon between her neck and shoulder. His teeth locked down, clamping her in place. Like she’d go anywhere, even if she could.
Her sheath contracted around him in response to his primitive action, and her hips surged up from the bed, seeking a deeper connection. Through it all, he maintained the same steady pace.
Tameka dug her nails into his flexing cheeks, and a growl rumbled up from his chest. The vibration traveled through his teeth and into her chest, and her nipples tightened into taut little beads. She was panting now, right on the edge. The smooth glide of his penis was neither fast nor forceful enough to push her over the precipice. Her heart beat fast in its cage, and sweat poured from her body as she strained against him, struggling to take what she needed.
He ignored her efforts as though he was lost in his own little world.
“Chad,” she cried out desperately. “Please,” she begged.
He switched angles, causing his pubic bone to bear down on her clit with each forward thrust. Her pleasure spiked tenfold. He licked the skin between his teeth, then bit down hard enough to draw blood.
Tameka dove off the cliff into a tsunami of an orgasm.
Vaguely she heard a voice screaming in the background, but the rest of her senses were overwhelmed. She collapsed back onto the bed, legs and arms splayed wide. Her heartbeat pounded like a drum and her lungs contracted furiously, trying to suck in much needed air.
When she came back to herself, she realized Chad was hard as steel inside of her, and he wasn’t moving. She cupped his jaw, trying to turn his head where she could see his face. “You didn’t…”
The expression in his eyes stole the breath right out of her lungs. She’d thought he was with her. Wherever his mind was, it wasn’t in this bed. His eyes were too haunted. She pushed until she got him turned onto his back. He threw his forearm over his eyes and lay there, sprawled carelessly, his shiny cock sticking straight up in the air.
He’d asked her to help him get his mind off of what happened and by God, that’s just what she’d do, if it took all night. Tameka grabbed a few pillows and made herself comfortable, her head even with his cock. She wasn’t good at giving blowjobs, but tonight she’d give the best one of her life.
She reached out and took hold of the base of his penis with her thumb and forefinger and slanted it toward her mouth. There was no time for subtlety or finesse. He needed a distraction and needed it now.
Drawing her lips back, she slowly engulfed his rod until it hit the back of her throat. It was by no means all of it, but still a good portion was in her mouth. Treating his cock like it was a raspberry-flavored Blow Pop—her favorite—she sucked on it, hard.
She didn’t bob her head up and down. She didn’t move her tongue all around. She just sucked and released, sucked and released, with the head of his sex pressed firmly against the roof of her mouth, held in position by her tongue. With her free hand she reached down and gathered his scrotum in her palm. Using the same motion as her mouth, she gently squeezed and released his balls with the same rhythm.
Chad muttered something incomprehensible behind her.
The muscles in his thighs began to bulge as his hips made mini thrusting motions.
Maintaining such intense suction quickly tired her jaw, but still she pressed on. Little spurts of pre-cum were leaking from him, mixing with the saliva in her mouth. Suctioning became easier as she continuously swallowed, trying to keep up with the fluid collecting in her mouth. Some of it still leaked past her lips to pool at the base of his shaft.
His thrusts were getting harder. After gagging twice, she wrapped her fist around the base of his cock to control the depth, using the same squeeze and release rhythm as her mouth.
Chad’s hand came down and tunneled into her hair, pressing against her scalp. “Suck me, baby. That feels good.
Don’t stop. Take all of me.”
She rolled her eyes but deepened her efforts. He wasn’t on autopilot now. He was fully engaged.
She watched as his legs stretched out long and lean, his toes pointed forward. His cock seemed to grow thicker, harder, and longer, but that was crazy. She was tired and imagining things.
She began to mentally urge him to come, not sure how much longer she could keep this up.
Chad growled, “So good. So fuckin’ good.” His voice was deep and guttural. That meant he was close, right? Facing away from him as she was, she couldn’t tell.
There was a ripping sound, like that of sheets being shredded. Chad’s hand clamped down like a vise, and his fingernails dug painfully into her scalp as he pushed steadily on the back of her head, pushing it lower as he pumped harder. She tried to resist but in his passion, he was too strong.
He let out a low animal growl that grew into a roar. With one final lunge, his seed erupted and shoot down her throat, faster than she could swallow. She choked and her throat tightened convulsively. Chad hissed and loosed more semen.
Before she could catch her breath, he dragged her up his body and kissed her senseless. “Thank you,” he murmured, while massaging her aching jaw.
“My pleasure.” As she searched his face, she realized she wasn’t just saying that. It gave her extreme pleasure to have chased the shadows from the depths of his eyes.
She cupped his left cheek. “Are you hungry? I can fix something. I went to the grocery store today.” Chad shook his head.
“Thirsty?”
“No, all I need is right here in my arms.”
Like grandmother, like granddaughter. How can she let one
of those things touch her? She doesn’t deserve this land. All the
more reason for me to take it from her. By the time I’m through
with her, she’ll beg me to buy it.
Chad’s voice came out of the darkness. “The call came about three-thirty. From the way dispatch sounded, I knew it was going to be bad.” He paused.
Tameka laid silently, her head resting on his chest.
“I was first on the scene.” He swallowed hard and she stroked his chest, a reminder that he wasn’t alone. “It was worse than I imagined, worse than anything I’d seen in the military.” Again he fell silent.
She patiently waited. He had to tell this his way. If she pushed, he might clam up.
“The truck driver fell asleep. It’s the only thing we can figure. Nothing else makes sense. Otherwise, he would have had to see them.”
When he fell quiet again, Tameka wasn’t sure she wanted him to continue. The hair on her nape was standing on end.
Chad’s voice was so low, she had to strain to hear him.
Then she wished she hadn’t. “He plowed right into them. They never stood a chance. An eighteen-wheeler, carrying a full load, going full speed…the mini-van was stopped, waiting for the school bus to finish unloading…”
Her heart began to stutter as comprehension dawned. Oh, my, God! No!
“It knocked the bus off the road and onto its side. Kids were screaming, crying…pandemonium. The van…” his voice broke.