Tainted Black Part 17

"Oh my G.o.d," I cried. I could surely feel him. His satin-like tongue ran over my c.l.i.t, his thick fingers running in and out, producing moisture, tampering with my g-spot. His eyes never left mine, and I feared looking away. I knew he'd stop if I did.

So I watched him-watched as his mouth sealed around my c.l.i.t and his elbow moved forward and backwards. He tunneled to my core, my mind on the edge of a cliff. I was about to tip over and land in hot lava, and Theo was right behind me, pus.h.i.+ng me right over that cliff, sparking every single fiber within me.

I shuddered as I let out a cry, and since I was no longer able to control myself, I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing, "Theo, Theo... oh, G.o.d, Theo!" as his mouth lingered.

He groaned in response but refused to pull away even though I'd c.u.m recklessly, my essences all over his mouth and chin. Gradually, his fingers drew out, and after providing another kiss to my sacred area, right between the lips, he pressed his palm to my thigh, running his tongue across his mouth.

He licked away the remainder of my sweet nectar, eyes intense. And then he stood, and before me was the longest, thickest erection I had ever seen in my life. I wasn't quite sure when he'd gotten rid of his briefs, but it didn't matter. His c.o.c.k pointed right at me, as if it had chosen me itself, demanding me to come forth and accept him.

Using his right hand, Theo stroked the hard flesh between his legs, moving closer. "d.a.m.n, baby," he murmured, his left hand going to the back of my head. "You came so hard for me." He palmed the back of my head, but there was no need. I wanted to taste him. Swallow every last inch of him, along with the hot liquid that would soon follow.

I pressed my palms to his waist, my face moving forward. Dropping my chin, lips parted, I ran my tongue from the head to his shaft, and he stiffened. When I glanced up, his nostrils were red from flaring. His head went into a slight angle, and he brought my head forward again, leaving me no choice but to take his entire c.o.c.k into my mouth.

"This isn't just about pleasing me," Theo told me. "Play with yourself. Show me what you like."

I paused, drawing back. "I've... never actually done that in front of anyone before."

He leaned down, and with a deep, core-clenching rumble next to my ear, he said, "Let me be your first again."

I blinked as he stood up straight. This was new, very new, but with him I wanted to be brave. I wanted him to know I wasn't just some little girl with no skill. I wanted to experience it all with him, learn new things, and figure out exactly what it was that pleased both him and myself.

So, I dropped to my knees, and Theo moved back half an inch, watching as my finger came to my s.e.x. Wrapping my lips around his smooth tip, I thrust my finger in deep and then brought it out again while drawing him further into my mouth. His hardened flesh touched the back of my throat, and I gagged. He palmed the back of my head again, refusing for me to move away.

"You look good gagging around my c.o.c.k, baby." He stroked deeper, and I gagged once more before he eased up, smirking down at me. Those brown eyes were hard to ignore. So demanding and full of l.u.s.t and need.

His hips swiveled. I moaned as salty liquid crept down my throat. I worked hard, fingering myself and bringing my other hand up to stroke and suck at the same time. He was pleased to see this. He released the back of my head, and his fell back, a sigh tunneling out of him as I pumped rapidly, the sucking so loud it created a wet noise.

I listened to waves crash outside the boat, remembering just where we were and that nothing could interrupt us.

It was me and Theo.

f.u.c.king and sucking.

Moaning and groaning.

Getting however much we wanted out of each other without the fear of reality cutting through.

Knowing this, I came around my finger again. I made a noise around his c.o.c.k, one that hummed and garbled, and he looked down at me. I felt him get harder, and knew right away that he was about to c.u.m, but he yanked out of my mouth, gripped my wrist to bring me to a stand, and then bent me over the sofa. My a.s.s was pointed in the air, face down, and he was behind me, his ma.s.sive c.o.c.k sliding in from behind.

My s.e.x showed no resistance to this beautiful man's member. My girl accepted him, knowing he'd been there before. Knowing his c.o.c.k was the one that made her become a woman.

Theo sighed and then moaned as he slammed, grasping my thin waist and pounding.

Pounding.

Pounding.

"This. f.u.c.king. p.u.s.s.y," he growled. I could hear him reaching his brink. "Is. So. f.u.c.king. Good." He couldn't hold off much longer, no matter how much he wanted to keep going in order to please me.

He let out a gratified roar, squeezing my waist tighter as I squealed. His hands went to my thick hair, gripping tight and tugging back. My eyes shot up to the ceiling, and I hadn't realized before that there was a mirror above us.

My word. I could see everything. His hard body behind me, owning every limb, dominating with every inch stroking in and out. Watching us go at it like this sent heat traveling through me. I felt all of him. I saw how focused he was, his attention fixed on the back of my head. His face, as well as mine, oozed with ultimate, undeniable pleasure. His mouth hung open, and he went deeper each time, as if he couldn't get deep enough.

In that moment, I could read Theo Black as clear as day. He loved being inside me. He loved f.u.c.king me. He loved owning, dominating, and penetrating me 'til my eyes rolled to the back of my skull.

And that was exactly what happened. Only, he was no longer behind me. He was on top now, thrusting hard, one of my legs in the air and his thumb pressing down on my c.l.i.t, circling with steady rhythm until I quaked and shuddered. He drove harsher, deeper, and then he slowed down, wanting me to feel everything.

With my back arched, I cried his name again, his power twisting his name from me in an entranced wail. He grunted in response, fell forward, and came with his mouth around my nipple, his thumb still pressed on my swollen nub.

"d.a.m.n, baby." His voice was loud, c.o.c.k pulsating. I whimpered, but not out of defeat. I whimpered because, shockingly, I wanted more. So much more. We were far from finished.

"The sun is still up," I told him, teasing.

He looked up, laughing hard, forehead damp with sweat. His hair was glued to his face. The sunlight beaming in struck the glistening sweat on his neck, illuminating the tattoo on his neck-Fearless. It was tatted in Latin. He told me the meaning of it a long time ago, back when I was fifteen. I had no idea how I remembered the meaning.

I traced the pad of my finger across the black script. This piece of inked real estate was his trophy after winning some brawl at a motorcycle club. When he told me about that, I knew instantly that Theo had a wicked and dark side to him.

Sitting up, he raked his fingers through his hair, looking down at me with half a smile. "I know the sun's still up," he responded. "But we both needed to get that quick fix in."

I sat up on my elbows. "I agree." I tugged on his arm, bringing him back down. His landing was soft as he dropped on top of me. His eyes softened as I cupped his face and then slowly kissed him. My hips worked on their own, thrusting against the warm flesh that dangled between his thighs. I wanted him to feel everything-all of me. The tender neediness in my kiss, the ache centered in my body. I needed filling... lots of filling.

He didn't stop me. He returned the affection, working up his own thrust. I knew how men worked. It would take a few minutes for him to be fully restored and ready, but I just couldn't wait. I was an eager, h.o.r.n.y, little girl.

"Patience, babe," Theo murmured between kisses. "The sun may still be up, but we aren't leaving anytime soon." His lips met my cheek, hooded eyes hooked on mine.

"Promise?" I whispered, placing another kiss to the corner of his mouth.

He did the same. "I promise." I drew his bottom lip between my teeth, gently grazing. He laughed behind the tiny bite. "Naughty Little Knight," he exhaled before consuming me. We kissed pa.s.sionately, tongues twisted, until his c.o.c.k became rock-solid again. With our focus on nothing but each other, he slid in, taking me raw beneath the streaming sunlight.

The boat swayed. The waves crashed. The sun was bright, expecting and beckoning for me to make an appearance. Although it would have been great to take the sun up on that tan, no amount of summer bronze could compare to my lifelong crush and my first officially making me his Little Knight.

Absolutely nothing.

Fifteen.

Funny, she thought I was f.u.c.king around about making her mine 'til the sun went down.

I watched as she pa.s.sed by me, connecting her phone to the stereo system. Her hips swayed as she hummed to a song stuck in her head, and once the music filled the room, her back straightened, and she turned my way.

The only piece of clothing she wore was the white dress that covered that s.e.xy a.s.s bathing suit. The bathing suit had been put aside a long time ago. The sun was now setting, and she started a slow dance to Own It by Drake.

The tune was fitting, slow at first and then it would pick up. Lifting my hand, I gestured for her to come to me with my forefinger. With a coy smile sweeping across her lips, she strode my way, b.r.e.a.s.t.s bouncing beneath the see-through dress with each slow yet deliberate step.

Stepping between my legs, she climbed on my lap, adjusting her perfectly round a.s.s on the center. She swung her hair aside and her arms hooked over my shoulders, fingers entwining behind my neck.

"Can I show you something?"

She bit her bottom lip, and my c.o.c.k twitched. "Show me what?" she murmured.

Without minimal thought, I reached down and pulled her dress over her head. Her arms lifted to make it easier, and once it was gone, I had full sight of her t.i.ts. My mouth ached for a taste, but I remained patient, lifting my hips and pulling my briefs off.

Chloe's hand ran down my chest, her skin soft and smooth as she sat back and wrapped that same hand around my c.o.c.k. Her eyes then flickered up, watching mine, breath bated. "Show me what?" she breathed again.

I glanced down, pulsing as she stroked me. Her thumb skimmed over my tip, and I groaned quietly, shutting my eyes for a brief moment. I had to collect myself. This girl-she made me so f.u.c.king impatient. I wanted to tear her p.u.s.s.y up, make her sore for days.

But I had to remember, she was just a girl that was still learning, and I was a man who knew exactly what he liked. So, I stopped her from stroking and gripped her waist to lift her a few inches. Her mouth fell open as I slowly slid her on top of my c.o.c.k. She was right on the head, but the fullness had obviously consumed her. Her eyes closed, and her chest heaved with deep breaths.

"Look at me, Chloe."

Her eyes fluttered open. I brought her down a little more, and a sharp breath pa.s.sed by my ear as she leaned into me.

"Watch me," I demanded. "Feel me, baby." I watched her face drip with pleasure. "You feel me, Chloe?"

"Yes," she breathed. "I feel you."

I dropped her down, completing the slide, and she gasped. Sitting her upright on my c.o.c.k, I studied her, loving the expression she put on when every last inch of me was buried deep inside her. I was b.a.l.l.s-deep, the sensation of her warm, wet p.u.s.s.y enveloping me whole. I wanted so badly to c.u.m, but I kept it together.

"Ride me." She looked down at me, collecting all of her hair on one side of her face. She was unsure, a minor look of fear present. I palmed her a.s.s, comforting her and drawing her in closer. "Here," I murmured, squeezing her a.s.s-cheeks in my hands, "let me show you what a real man likes." My hand slid across her smooth skin, stopping at her waist, moving her hips forward and backwards. Her p.u.s.s.y swiveled on my c.o.c.k, and she panted as she grinded with me.

When she finally got the hang of it, knowing exactly what I liked, she moved my hands away and straddled me, dipping low, her breath snagging as she sank. d.a.m.n. I swear it was better than I ever thought possible.

Her slender body moved up and down, bounced, and rotated. I sucked on her nipples to prevent myself from fully focusing on the sensations she brought my c.o.c.k, groaning around them, and then she lifted my head, her warm breath skimming across my lips. Our mouths barely touched, and something about that made f.u.c.king her even s.e.xier.

Sparks flew, beads of sweat collecting and spilling down her chest the faster and longer she went. I cupped her delicate face in my hands, needing a taste of her, wanting to feel her full lips on mine. The quick rush I felt as I kissed her deep, watching her ride me like her life depended on it, made no d.a.m.n sense. How could she make me feel this way? Like I was a teenager again, f.u.c.king my new girlfriend for the first time?

With Chloe, I felt confident. I felt like I could take over the world. There was someone that accepted me other than my deceased wife. Chloe, this amazing girl, had no idea how great she made me feel.

Skin slapped with the sound of cras.h.i.+ng waves.

Moans and groans became louder, heat thickening the s.p.a.ce around us, crowding the cabin.

Her tight p.u.s.s.y surrounded me whole, squeezing and then releasing with a slight bounce. Oh, s.h.i.+t. If she kept doing that, I was going to c.u.m for d.a.m.n sure. As if she knew that was the trigger, she rode faster, her palms on my chest, forcing my back against the sofa. Her gaze fixed on only me, her teeth biting in her bottom lip.

"Ohh." She let out a breathy moan, knocking her head back as she continued.

I cupped her a.s.s. "You look so good, baby," I told her, pressing my chest to her abdomen. "Look at you. Look at the mirror." I kissed her chin, meeting her hooded eyes through the reflection on the ceiling. "Look how f.u.c.king s.e.xy you look on top of me, baby. Riding me. f.u.c.king me. Taking control." I brought her face down, gluing her mouth to mine as I caught her cry of pleasure, swirling my tongue around hers, stealing every delighted sound right away.

Her body became rigid, stiffening as she bucked forward. Her p.u.s.s.y still squeezed tight around me-gripping and holding-but when she came... my f.u.c.king G.o.d, she grew even tighter, and my eyes sealed. I had no clue she could get so tight around me, but the clutch was real. No longer able to hold it all in, I released, coming harder than I did the first four times.

"f.u.c.k, baby." A deep grunt filled the gap between us. I squeezed her perfect a.s.s in my hand, sucking on the bend of her neck. She allowed me, tilting her head back, pulsing hard and shuddering just enough for me to feel. Once I collected enough breath, I laughed. "Now, that's how you ride a man, Chloe. G.o.dd.a.m.n." She giggled as I kissed her cheek, then she hooked her arms around my neck. "You looked like you already knew what you were doing up there."

She shrugged, her forehead dropping on my shoulder. "I may have learned on my own."

Frowning, I asked, "How?" My face went stiff as I lifted her head.

She laughed. "Theo, really?" she teased. "It's not what you think. I just so happen to read a lot of books with some amazing s.e.x scenes in them."

My face softened. I felt foolish. "Oh." I swiped my forehead as she climbed off my lap and collected her dress. "So books are like p.o.r.n to you?"

"Yep. Ever heard of E.L. James? Sylvia Day? Maya Banks?" She tugged the cover up down, concealing her terrific body.

"Nah," I admitted, huffing a laugh.

"Well, a woman can learn so much from reading their books. Look at it this way: you have the Internet, I have the library," her lips twisted, "... and bookstores. It really does come in handy." She grinned, revealing beautiful, pearly teeth. "If you ever wanna do something to make me happy, buy me books. I will love you forever." She flashed her gorgeous smile again.

I chuckled, standing and pulling up my briefs. "Yeah, I bet, Little Knight."

She stepped back, pointing her thumb towards the fridge. "Want me to get a water?"

I watched as she twirled but kept her eyes on me as she glanced over her shoulder. "Sure. Grab us some drinks. I'll meet you on the deck. There's still a little sun out."

She scoffed. "Not enough for me to tan with, sir."

I laughed, collecting her towel and then walking up the stairs to get mine off the back of the chair. I spread the towels on the deck, and Chloe came out several seconds later with two, cold, bottled waters in hand. She extended a bottle to me, and I thanked her and sat.

Tugging on her arm, I brought her to my lap, and she yelped, laughing in the process. G.o.d, I loved the sound of her laughter, the high and low chimes. The way my chest grew hot when I realized it was pure joy I gave her. I had no idea how I made her so happy. I didn't know what it was about me that she liked so much.

My lips pressed to the sh.e.l.l of her ear, and I held her close, my arms wrapping around her middle. She smelled good, like creamy coconut. It was refres.h.i.+ng, and it definitely fit her. "What is it about me?" I asked calmly.

"What do you mean?" She sat up.

"I mean, what is it about me that intrigues you?"

She gripped my hand and shrugged her shoulders. "I... don't know. There are a lot of things about you that I find interesting. Intriguing. But if we're being honest right now, I have to tell you that I have been interested ever since the day I met you."

"Really?" I was surprised... and amused.

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I don't know." She let out a small sigh, one that made her seem like a hopeless romantic. "There was just something about the way you rode into Primrose on that bike... and how you sat there so casually, like nothing in the world bothered you. Normally, I can read people like a book, but I couldn't tell what it was about you. I knew that day that I needed to meet you-the entire Black family. I could read Mrs. Black like a book. She was a busy woman that liked things to go her way and sometimes stressed herself out over the little things."

s.h.i.+t. She was spot on. "And Izzy was just like me. Not old enough to fully give a d.a.m.n about boys. Focused more on her books and movies and new shoes or dresses. But you... I don't know." She looked really unsure, like she was picturing the day all over again. "You just sat there with so many unanswered questions surrounding you. And I watched, hoping I would soon get some answers, but I got none. Let's just say you were really cool, really hot, and that really spiked my interest." She laughed.

"Hold on-were cool?" I teased.

"Still are, silly man." I chuckled, and she picked up her bottle of water, taking a quick sip before sighing. "Why can't every day be like this?"

I pressed my lips, my chin resting on her shoulder. I watched the water move, the waves s.h.i.+mmering from the sunset. The sky was filled with scattered rays, a shade of pink and orange blended with warm yellow. "I don't know," I replied.

She twisted a little to look at me. "Do you wish it could always be like this? With me and you, I mean."