Nights In Black Leather. Noelle MackЧитать онлайн книгу.
fan of sweet.”
He grinned back. “Right about that. I’m not. Do you know how fantastic you look from the rear? And the front?” He patted her ass again. “Walk.”
Lara did a strut that was as sensual as she could make it, taking small steps, her hands on her hips. She was warm—her own desire and his hot eyes on her, watching with deliciously dominant intensity, made her even more aroused.
She paused at the door. If she made him wait for it, he’d get even hotter. And maybe even give her what she craved without her having to ask for it. Of course, asking for it was part of the fun. And she would make sure of one more thing.
“Put on a condom, dude. No way do you get inside me without one.”
“Of course.” His reply was reassuring, without a trace of whining. He was a do-right man, just as Gemma had said.
“Thanks,” she murmured. Lara braced herself, legs apart and hands on the door frame, waiting for it, savoring the pleasure of his slow approach. She had an idea of how big his cock was—she wanted to feel the head first, have him touch it to her body from behind without her seeing his face.
As if this encounter was anonymous. Hot and hard.
She heard the soft sound of a wallet unfolding and then the rip of a foil packet. That was done.
She still hadn’t seen his cock or touched it, but she could sure as hell sense it. All of a sudden he pinned her wrists with his hands. Tall as he was, his sheathed cock rested against her lower back. Mm-hmm. His balls were huge. He pressed and rubbed them against her ass cheeks. Skin on skin felt awfully good. There was something naturally very dominant about the way he was doing the rubbing. As if he was marking her with his pheromones or male scent or ballsiness. Yum. She undulated a little just to get more of all three on her ass.
“I ought to rip those pantyhose,” he growled softly in her ear. “Bare your beautiful bum completely and have you bend over. Have you hold your ankles while you’re at it. Or you could get on all fours on the bed.”
“You’ll have to let me go to do either one.”
“But I like you like this. All spread open…with your back to me. You don’t know what I’m going to do next.”
Lara gave in to a sensual shudder that went through her entire body. “Make it good,” she whispered. “And make it last.”
Adam let go of her wrists and pierced the nylon with the edge of his fingernail, then ripped the back of the pantyhose apart with both hands. Her ass popped out, and he fondled it, clasping her cheeks and pinching gently. He wanted her thong to stay where it was, evidently. He pulled it snugly between her crack so that her pussy felt snug and confined. His to fondle, his to fuck.
Taking charge. Silently answering her unspoken desire to be his sexual plaything. Lara moaned—so far, so good, for the beginning of a game she loved and hadn’t ever had a chance to play. In her mind, yes. By herself. But not with a real man. And they didn’t come any realer than Adam Bowlin.
She kept her hands where they were, as if he had tied her in place, letting him caress her bare buttocks with sensual skill.
She tossed her hair, aware that he had kneeled behind her to stroke and kiss her legs, rolling down the torn pantyhose—inch by inch—and touching the skin he uncovered with tender brushes of his lips and hands.
Lara stepped her feet apart. The thong clung to her pussy. She pressed her fingertips against the material so he could enjoy looking at the double divide of plump labia and the succulent wetness in between.
Again, he didn’t disappoint her. Two thick male fingers slid over the cleft, staying on the panty side and barely—just barely—brushing the tip of her clit. The subtle stimulation made her dizzy and Lara clung to the doorway. He clasped her waist strongly, making her breathless. “Do you like that?”
She gasped out a yes and he squeezed harder, his muscular arms bulging around her. Tight felt right. So right…
His grip was like iron. Suddenly it was too much. “St-stop!”
She drew in her breath with dizzy gasps as he released her, nuzzling her ass playfully before he crouched all the way down to slip her shoes off and remove the pantyhose completely.
He swiftly bound her ankles with them.
“Now bend over.”
She did, unsteadily, keeping her feet primly together.
“Hold your ankles.” Lara did that too.
Her hair fell forward in a wavy cloud, so that her face was invisible, as she touched the carpet, then clasped her ankles, presenting her pussy for his sexual amusement.
But he wanted her to know right away who was boss. He took her labia in his strong fingers and squeezed them, handling her juicy flesh very appreciatively, stimulating her with skill. Adam pulled aside the thong panties to reveal her pussy completely, then put the head of his cock to it and pushed inside.
Just the head. Hot and rounded. Big. She wanted to push back and take the whole shaft right away, but she would have lost her balance. She knew he knew that. Lara had to keep perfectly still for a few moments more. She was getting even more dizzy when he pulled back.
“Come up,” he whispered. She did, slowly, arching and stretching. He captured her wrists in one big hand and held her arms high. Then his free hand roamed over her front, pausing to pull hard on her erect nipples, almost to the point of pain. Lara swayed back against him.
He encircled her waist and brought her arms down as if they were dancing in place, then released her wrists. His arm moved across her back and pressed her upper body down, folding her over again.
“Stay down. Ass up. Brace yourself.”
She obeyed, spreading out her fingers on the floor to steady her body.
His licked forefinger came out of his mouth and slid swiftly into her anus. She moaned again as he thrust it vigorously in and out. The immediate, assertive penetration worked as it was meant to. She wanted to lose herself to him, let him fuck her however he wanted to.
“Rough and ready. Take it. Take it deep.” She took it, loving the sensation of being penetrated unexpectedly and strongly in the ass by him.
“Does it feel good?” The thick masculine finger stretched her hole very pleasurably while the others curled back into a fist, pounding her behind with each thrust.
“Oh…oh…unhh…”
In and out. He didn’t stop and she didn’t want him to. “How does it feel, Lara?”
She didn’t answer.
“Don’t disobey. I asked you a question. You need more, don’t you? You have a hot ass, Lara. Ask for more.”
“More,” she moaned. He added a second finger, the middle one, and did it more gently.
“And now?”
“It feels good,” she whispered. “Oh—so good—oh. Yes. Oh.”
“Stay bent over.” He withdrew both fingers from her tender anus and then kneeled behind her to kiss and bite the back of her thighs. His hands clasped hers, helping her hold her ankles. Then slowly he stopped and undid her bonds, helping her rise and stand up.
“Enough for now, I think.”
Lara looked up at him dreamily.
His crisp shirt was gone, probably lying in the hall. Lara feasted on the sight of the huge cock jutting almost straight up to his bellybutton.
“Like what you see?” he asked softly. The condom-clad shaft was impressive. He grasped it in one hand and began to stroke up and down its length.
Her eyes widened. “Let me.”
“I want you to watch me masturbate. You’re not allowed to touch yourself.