Wilde Magic (Wilde Women Book 3) Page 16

  When he crawled closer, angled one puckered nipple to his mouth and latched on, her knees started to give out.

  SHE HAD THE MOST OUTRAGEOUS boobs on the fucking planet. That model. The pretty one with the all-natural double D’s. What the hell was her name? Kate something. Well, whoever she was that girl took second place in the magnificent boobage sweepstakes. ‘tessa won hands down.

  She let him devour her nipples for a few minutes but her legs were shaking too much to stay on her feet. Damn. He liked being on his knees. Put the sensational orbs in perfect placement for all sorts of wicked play.

  Cal knew the second she started to fall apart and was ready when she slumped into his waiting arms.

  Placing her in the center of the big bed, he stepped back and looked at her. Her blonde loveliness was highlighted on the dark bedspread. With her hair spread out around her she really did look like a sexy nymph sent to drive him out of his mind with lust. She was writhing sensuously, her body calling to him, begging for his possession.

  No fucking problem.

  Tearing at the buckle of his belt, Cal’s eyes devoured her naked beauty. Inhaling deeply, he smelled her desire and almost damaged himself in his haste to be rid of his clothes.

  He wasn’t sure that he hadn’t ripped the expensive slacks when he yanked the zipper down and forcibly pushed the pants and his briefs down his legs.

  His cock sprang free and bobbed in the candlelight. ‘tessa rolled to her side and held out her hand. Reaching for him as she groaned, “You’re too beautiful.”

  Wasn’t that supposed to be his line?

  Her pretty eyes turned smoky with need. Alternating between biting and licking her lips, she never looked away from his hungry cock. Her willingness made him wonder if they’d survive because he intended to devour her completely.

  Joining her on the bed, she was on him in a flash. His sweet and sexy Contessa might be mostly inexperienced, but she sure as hell knew what she wanted. If he didn’t calm things down, he’d be inside her within seconds.

  “Easy, baby,” he murmured as he pulled her in for a full-body hug.

  “This’ll be over before we get started if you keep that up.” She was eagerly tonguing his neck and running her hands slowly over every bump and curve on his chest. Wiggling her cute ass so her belly made a landing zone for his throbbing cock, she moaned and undulated with increasing fervor.

  Shit.

  Get control, man.

  He went all daddy-dom on her, grabbed her wrists, pushed her onto her back, wedged between her thighs and pressed her hands into the mattress above her head.

  “Be still, baby girl. We’ll get there. I promise. But first,” he punctuated his words by grinding his hips into the juncture of her spread legs. “I need to taste you.”

  She went absolutely still. And wide-eyed. Her breathing came in short, choppy pants. “I want to taste you too.”

  No way was that happening. Not anytime soon. He didn’t have to question whether her mouth on his cock would drive him over the edge in record time. Fuck. Even thinking about her naughty tongue swirling saliva on the fat head of his sex made him quiver with desire.

  He smiled into her sexy eyes. “Sorry. This is one time when it’s not ladies first.”

  “Oh.”

  Cal wanted to laugh. ‘Oh.’ Christ, she was priceless. As usual, a hundred scenarios burst to life in his mind;

  ‘I’m going to tie you to the bed.’

  “Oh.”

  ‘Put your legs over my shoulders and hold on.’

  “Oh.”

  ‘Touch yourself ‘tessa. Let me watch you get off.’

  “Oh.”

  Yeah, ‘oh’ indeed.

  Keeping her hands in check he went straight for her neck knowing she’d be a whimpering, heavy breathing mess in minutes once he started kissing and biting her there.

  He was right. She went limp almost immediately, moaning and gasping as he claimed every millimeter of flesh above her collarbone.

  When she was quivering all over, he let go of her hands and turned all his attention on her magnificent boobs. There weren’t enough hours in the day or days in a year to adequately worship the soft, fleshy mounds. God damn—he’d never seen anything that compared. Not even in a magazine.

  Swirling his tongue around each tight bud he could almost see them pulse with need. Maybe her ways were rubbing off on him because he just felt so … connected. His lips on her skin and her moans blended into one. Only when he was sure she was on the edge of delirious did he attend to the nipples. Suckling like a starving man.

  Could he stay like this with her for the rest of his life? Fuck. He’d be totally okay with it. Even had an intimate hashtag dancing in his mind. #TitFeast. Buffet style, at that.

  Even though devouring her breasts sounded like a good plan, he was starting to feel the effects of the fierce arousal pulsing in his veins. An experienced sex partner, he certainly knew how to hold it together when needed but holy God—this was something else.

  This feeling was a first for him. He was her lover. And making love to the delicious beauty undulating so sexily in his bed gave Cal the freedom to indulge his passions. Hers too. But there was a limit to his control.

  Shifting his thigh, he wedged it between her legs and rubbed against her center. He created a picture memory of what was happening in his mind. ‘tessa sprawled on the bed—her hair everywhere. Him hovering over her. One hand full of a glorious breast—kneading and massaging while his mouth ravished the tip of the other. Actually, screw that just-the-tip thing. Hell—he held half a tit in his mouth by suction alone. Tantalizing her pussy with his thigh made it possible to rub his cock against her hip.

  Concentrating on a visual wasn’t such a good idea. Not when his cock throbbed in time with each suckle. He needed to be inside her, and he needed it to be now. But …

  She arched, offering everything to his ravenous mouth and hands, and he was lost. Her response was natural and unbearably innocent. Did she know what that did to a man like him?

  “Ty,” she moaned. “It’s so … oh.”

  He smiled against her flesh. After gently biting the nipple he was enjoying while tugging on its twin, he lifted his head and growled a husky laugh. “Do you like that, ‘tessa? Because I’ll tell you what. Your tits are a fucking masterpiece. Better than any of the world’s seven wonders.”

  She shivered so adorably at his words. It turned him the fuck on big time that she was so trusting. And open to him.

  “I never,” she murmured. Her eyes were half-glazed—the passion inside so easy for him to see. “Don’t stop. Please.”

  For real? Don’t stop? Well all righty then. More #TitFeast for him. Cool. But he had an idea. Something to ramp up her excitement even more.

  Rolling them until she straddled him, Cal almost regretted the decision to change positions when her pussy landed on his groin and he felt the wet heat she gave off. Unf. Ah …

  With a bruising grip on her hips, he forced her to remain still while closing his eyes and praying for control. When the moment passed, he opened them again and stared up at what had to be the most amazing, beautiful, magnificent thing he’d ever seen.

  Her hair was wildly tumbling everywhere. Down her back, against her shoulders in a billowy tangle. He felt enclosed, sheltered within a stunning tabernacle of blonde enchantment. Her hands covered her breasts, and the demure body language zinged him in two places. First and foremost in his groin and secondly his heart.

  Gently as he could, Cal moved her hands and briefly held them behind her back. Holy shit. In that position with her on top and him struggling to keep it together, her breasts hung so perfectly in his face he became breathless with need. When she resisted the restraint of her hands he immediately let go thinking she probably wasn’t ready for anything like that.

  Eh, maybe she was and maybe she wasn’t—he couldn’t think about it right now. Not once she started touching him all over.

  Putting a hand on her back,
he urged her forward until, yep—her tits swayed and shimmied in a ballet of sexiness that melted his fucking brain. Capturing a nipple with his lips, he heard her choked gasp a second before she leaned closer—the universal plea for more. More. More.

  With her eager fingers exploring his chest, his neck, his face and her luscious mounds in his mouth, they groaned, growled and grunted. The three G’s. Heaven. What could possibly be better?

  And then she started grinding on him, and he remembered exactly what could be better. Her pussy left a trail of wetness and when she shifted her hips until she was all but coating his way-too-eager cock with her juices, he’d had enough.

  Quickly rising, he grabbed her hair and pulled hard, wound and wound the long mane until his fist was wrapped up. Her hands were on his shoulders for balance.

  Truth was, he’d never restrained a woman before. Ever. Not even mildly. His partners before now were experienced and what the guys referred to as banking cunts. The more money you fed into the account, the more you could get away with, and since he wasn’t that sort of player, there was a lot of shit he hadn’t tried.

  But he kinda’ sorta’ really fucking liked the way she reacted each time he acted the caveman. It was gonna be hard not to take advantage of her response every chance he could.

  With her head immobilized and his arm banded tight around her waist, Cal crushed the sexy Contessa to him and kissed the fucking daylights out of her. Because he had to. And because he could.

  Their tongues met and did this lazy swirl. Again and Again. He held her more harshly, but that didn’t stop his young lover from gyrating on him—demanding more.

  Fisting her hair even tighter, Cal gave himself up to the moment—using the rhythm and motion of his tongue to prepare her for what was coming. When she sucked him deeper and whimpered into his mouth he couldn’t have stopped, even if a gun was at his head.

  He’d been gentle till now, but he was far out from the starting gate at this point and well, gentle be damned.

  Throwing her with astonishing ease onto her back. He wasted no time lunging at her, covering her warm softness with his much larger body. She didn’t hesitate to open her legs and make room.

  ’‘tessa fed her fingers into his hair and gripped his head. She liked the kissing, so he went for broke and gave her whatever he could. Whatever she wanted. He also helped himself to her tits and before long his hands drifted slowly elsewhere. When he reached between her legs to place his whole hand on her mound, she grunted and bucked into his touch.

  Jesus fucking Christ.

  He needed oxygen—bad. So he released her lips and buried his face in her neck. Biting that soft spot where neck and shoulder joined, he reduced her to a shaking wanton right away.

  And then he parted her lips with his fingers and began exploring her pussy. She was so fucking wet, he started to shake all over from the signals his body received. The proof of her pleasure coated his fingers. Growling, he sank his middle finger deep and rubbed his thumb against her swollen clit.

  A gush of wet silky warmth greeted his fingers. He pleasured her until her husky whimpers turned to keening cries. He could make her come with no problem, but he needed to be inside her when it happened.

  It took him a minute, but he managed to disengage from her mouth and her pussy, although he did take liberties with the swollen nub he found so erotic. He lifted off her and sat back on his legs, enjoying the spectacle she made. All spread open and dripping wet, he had a total guy moment, stroked his cock with one hand while using his middle finger to twirl tiny circles on her exposed clit. He’d twirl and then tap, tap, tap until she undulated and moaned. Then twirl some more until he simply took it too far.

  Reaching into the nightstand he grabbed a box of condoms, tore into it like a gorilla opening a candy bar and tore off a foil packet.

  For the briefest second she looked uneasy. He didn’t need a highlighter to tell him what was going on in her mind.

  He ripped open the foil with his teeth and took control of the condom. As he unrolled it down his length, he met her eyes.

  “No one, ‘tessa. Ever. Only you in this bed, in my home. I put these here after the first time you came home with me.”

  Her hands reached for him—sliding slowly up his chest. “I need this to be real, Ty.”

  For a nanosecond, he regretted her calling him by that name when what he wanted to hear was her honeyed voice crying out, ‘Caleb’ when she came. That’s the only thing that would make this more real. That and knowing what the fuck her actual name was. Although, he doubted he’d ever call her anything but ‘tessa. It fit her so perfectly.

  “I told you I’d take care of you, baby girl.” He leaned down and kissed her. “We couldn’t be more real.” He gripped his cock and rubbed it along her wet slit. “Wanting you doesn’t make me a dick.”

  That was as honest as he could be without sharing his social security number or getting a stamp of approval from his mom.

  Her hesitation vanished, whether from his words or the fact that he was using his cock to tease her clit. ‘tessa’s sexy as fuck legs opened wider and she slid her hands onto his hips.

  “Make love to me. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

  Message received. Loud and clear.

  He shoved his hands under her ass and yanked until her bottom was almost on his knees. When she was in position, he guided the head of his cock to her opening, spread her pussy lips with his fingers and eased into her.

  Her hands on his hips gripped him tighter. “Oh, Ty.”

  Yeah. He knew how she felt. All he was doing was penetrating her entrance—maybe by an inch—and then withdrawing. Loosening her up for his full possession. She was incredibly tight despite her clear arousal and seriousness wetness.

  It dawned on him that she wasn’t just lacking experience. Like a whip cracking in his conscience, he jerked slightly at the impact of the realization. His little American temptress was a virgin. How the hell was that even possible?

  He played with her clit to help make his initial thrust less painful. For her. He was getting off on the vise making his cock throb with pleasure, but it wouldn’t be right if his pleasure came at her discomfort.

  As they settled into position, he lifted her legs around his waist and sucked on her earlobe. “Are you ready for me, baby girl? I want you so bad, ‘tessa. Want to make love to you until you’re crying in my arms, completely spent.”

  Her legs squeezed, and he felt her hands grip his ass. “Don’t hold back,” she murmured. “I want it all, Ty. I want you.”

  Fair enough.

  He watched her face carefully and slowly thrust forward. What they said about sensing a barrier was true, but when he got there, and she urged him on with her hands, he pushed through, felt her pussy give up and then clench around him almost violently as he slid home.

  Her gasp and the way she shut her eyes and bit her lip scared the shit out of him, to he point where he almost apologized while at the same time, his primal consciousness thumped its chest and roared with satisfaction.

  Covering her face with kisses, he held absolutely still. “Baby,” he groaned. “Are you all right? Too much?”

  Please let her say she’s fine. Please, please.

  Her hips rolled. Not a lot. A small complete circle-roll. And then another. He was balls deep inside her and he’d honestly never experienced anything quite like this.

  “You … feel … good.” Her voice was a breathy whisper. She rolled her hips again. And then she said something that he’d heard countless times before but when his ‘tessa said the words, he believed her. She was completely open and honest with him, so he took in her words and felt a pleasure he hadn’t known existed.

  “You’re so big.”

  He grunted and surged against her. She groaned.

  He wasn’t sure she knew what she said after that but he’d sure as shit remember it forever. “Didn’t think it would fit.”

  Yep. That did it. He still planned to make long
, slow, sweet love to her but first he had to satisfy the caveman. And his cock. They both wanted more. Now.

  Kissing her deeply, he murmured close to her mouth. “Hold on, baby. I need to do this. If it’s too much…” He didn’t get to say anything else. Couldn’t. Not once he started stroking.

  Like an animal out of the cage, he pounded into her, grunting wildly. Slow. Hard. Deep. Over and over. She was incredibly wet, and the sounds her pussy and his cock made together were sexy as fuck.

  “Ty.” Her whimper only made him harder—as if that was even possible. “More,” she cried.

  He slammed home without ever picking up the rhythm. Withdraw, tease her opening, and then thrust hard and deep. He was perfectly fine with that.

  Between kisses, he watched her face. Saw when she realized that coming all over him was about to happen.

  She tightened. He growled. The orgasm building inside her was mind-blowing in intensity. She was crushing his manhood with her pussy and nothing ever felt better.

  “Ty?”

  His cock surged when he heard the question, wonder and amazement in her voice.

  “You’re coming, baby. It’s so good. Squeeze harder, little one. Feel my cock inside you.”

  She arched up off the bed. Her entire body was tight and rigid. She cried out, “Oh God.” He pumped harder, deeper.

  Her screams filled his ears. She was thrashing wildly, her pussy convulsing over and over. Each contraction all but choked his cock. A deluge of hot cream wrapped his manhood in the most delicious embrace and then leaked from where they were joined.

  Did he care that she’d just gushed all over his thousand dollar bedding? Fuck no. Maybe he’d hang it up as an erotic work of art. Cal would happily get another one and keep a supply of towels handy if he needed to.

  He continued stroking slow and sure as she rode the waves of her climax. Her body loosened its delicious grip on his cock and relaxed. His baby girl just had her first orgasm, and no toys or crazy positions were involved. Shit man, he could do this all night.