Page 46 of What He Wants

“You’re so hot and wet, baby. You have a greedy little cunt. You see how it sucks my fingers inside, squeezes tight?” He leaned even closer, his breath against my face. “I bet your pussy wishes it was my dick inside right now.”

Yes!

I whimpered and trembled when his fingers raked over my G-spot at the same time that his thumb flicked my engorged clit. His cock was right there, the head brushing against the top of my mound, and I reached down for it. My fingers didn’t meet up when I curled my hand around him, but it didn’t prevent me from sliding them up and down, making him groan. Feeling slightly empowered, I squeezed his shaft, relishing in his shudder and the animalistic groan he emitted. He retaliated by adding another finger, and then there was three pumping into me, going in fast and deep, fast and hard.

I climaxed hard, my cry cut off by Big John’s rough mouth. He slammed his lips down onto mine in a kiss that intensified my orgasm. As I convulsed, he held me firmly against the wall, pumping his cock in and out of the hold I had. As I realized that he’d taken over thrusting into my hand, I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. His grunt sounded loud above me, and a hand fell to my head where he clenched his fingers into my hair. It was a painful twist, but passion often turned to roughness and pain before transforming to earth-quaking pleasure.

I swallowed as much of his cock as I could, until the head jabbed the back of my throat and I was forced to swallow or gag. The muscles in my throat tightened around his length, causing a hiss to leave Big John. I pulled back, releasing his cock with a pop, looking up to see the dark flush on his face and his half-closed eyes. He was panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly. With a smile I ran my tongue over the strong muscle that was bobbing in my face, feeling the veins and ridges lining it as it pulsed with blood. When I reached to where his shaft jutted out from his body, I gently took his balls into my mouth and rolled them around with my tongue.

“Fuuucck!” he hissed with a shudder.

Grinning inside, I worked my way back to his dripping cockhead, teasing the slit and running my tongue lovingly beneath the ridge that seemed to house a cluster of sensitive nerves, not unlike my G-spot. My administrations caused more pre-cum to gather in his slit. I lapped it up eagerly, and then closed my mouth over him, going deep. Big John’s breathing changed, growing faster and harsher, and he grabbed the back of my head to hold me in place.

“You want to swallow my cum, babe?” I lifted my eyes to meet his, but his head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. “Fucking let me know, because it’s coming!”

I couldn’t speak, so I slipped my hand between his thighs to reach his ass, which was flexing nicely as he thrust into my mouth. I ran my finger up and down the crack, searching for the tiny sphere that I knew, if probed at the right time, could bring immense pleasure. When I found it I didn’t think twice about pressing my finger into it.

“Fucking hell!” Big John yelled, and then he was coming, shooting streams of salty cum at the back of my throat. His hips thrust against my face for what seemed a long time, and I swallowed as fast as I could, sucking every drop that I could from his cock, until he was spent and shaking above me.

The hand in my hair gradually unclenched. As he slipped from my mouth, I sat back on my heels and looked up at him. His expression reminded me of a wild animal, dark and raw, savagely beautiful. Glittering, half-dazed eyes captured mine as he coaxed me to my feet.

“You’re some kind of woman.” He said it as a compliment. “A real keeper.”

My eyes widened at that. “Oh, yeah? What does that mean exactly?” I melted a little inside at the slow, lazy grin that came across his face.

“It means that you’re mine. You’re it for me.”

“What if you’re not it for me?” I teased.

His expression turned serious. “You don’t want to know.”

My pulse fluttered. Serious Big John was scary. How had he switched his emotions so fast? One second he’d looked all relaxed and satisfied, the next he was hard and unforgiving. I’d been joking with him, but it was clear that he didn’t find the thought of him not being it for me funny. “Don’t you think it’s a little too soon to be making those kinds of declarations? We hardly know each other. And right now it seems the only thing we have going between us is sex.”

“That’s a good place to start,” he said with maddening calm. He reached for me, his big hand curling around my neck and pulling me flush against his hard body. “Why don’t we work on the other over breakfast?”

I welcomed his kiss, unlike all his others. This one was slow and sensual, soft yet firm, coaxing my emotions to the surface. My nipples tightened, tingling, and I couldn’t believe that he was turning me on again so soon. It didn’t appear that we needed any downtime. As he slowly pulled back, his tongue licked over my bottom lip. The loud growl of hunger in my belly drowned out my sigh.

Big John laughed. “Breakfast?”

“I think it would be a good idea,” I agreed smiling. I was conscious of his gaze on my backside as he followed me into the kitchen. “What would you like?”

“What have you got?”

I glanced back to see that Big John had settled himself on one of the bar stools, looking tough and confident in his nudity. I had a hard time keeping my eyes off his defined pecs and washboard abs. “Oatmeal?” The face he made reminded me of the face a little boy would make. “Or I have yogurt.”

“You better be fucking teasing me, woman,” he growled.

I laughed. “I’m sorry, but I don’t usually eat a big breakfast.”

“Then get dressed. We’re going to town to eat. I like a big breakfast.”

Chapter 20

Big John

I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing anymore. That Daisy had her little hooks into me was evident. I wanted to spend time with her, and not just in the bedroom. That was an unusual feeling for me, but only confirmed that there was something different about the woman, something fucking special. Maybe I needed to fuck her out of my system. I snorted at the thought. I was well on my way, but every time I fucked her I wanted her more, not less.

I wanted to own her ass completely.