Chapter 10: Chapter 10

Tucker slammed into Talia’s tight little pussy, enjoying the erotic sounds she made. She was a vocal one, shouting and moaning, groaning and mewling. Even better was that she was an active participant, rocking her hips back to meet his every move, arching her ass up to take him deeper, reaching under to finger her clit so he could focus on his rhythm.

In those ways, she was just like every woman before her, but she hadn’t started out that way. Talia was somewhat reserved, shy in ways the others never were. She took some warming up, some gentle coaxing to get her to where she was now, and oh did he enjoy watching it happen.

It was a true pleasure to witness a woman like her coming into her own, figuring out what she wanted and how she wanted it. And she had listened when he told her she had to try everything once…not that he was pushing her boundaries too much.

Tucker wanted Talia comfortable, pliable. The last thing he wanted was to freak her out and send her running. Not when he was having so much fun.

Already he’d used her hair as a reign, slapped her round ass until it held a rosy hue, and introduced her to the pleasures of a vibrator on her clit. He’d lost track of how many times she’d come, but he remembered every face she’d made getting there.

Currently, she was in his arms, her back to his front. They were lying on their sides, her head resting on his bicep, her face turned toward his, and his tongue in her mouth. Her leg draped over his, opening her up wide as he pumped into her from behind while reaching around to pinch her tender, swollen clit. She was hard, engorged, and overly sensitive to his touch from all the playing they’d done, and he was enjoying how easily he could bring her to the brink.

Already, he felt her pussy gripping him in rhythmic pulses, and he knew she was seconds away from falling apart all over again.

“That’s it, sugar. I feel you squeezing me,” he murmured as he stroked his fingers over the hood of her clit. Her leg trembled madly, and her mouth hung open as she panted toward another climax. “Come for me, Talia. Come all over me.”

“Tuuuuuck,” she moaned, then she reached up, threading her fingers through his hair and tugging hard. Her back arched, giving him a nice view of her beautiful breasts, and then every muscle in her body seized up.

Tucker watched her every expression, soaking in the way her face scrunched up, the way she pursed her lips in a silent O. He increased the pressure on her mound, petting her in rough circles to draw out that low keening sound he liked to hear, and when her cheeks flushed and sweat broke out on her skin, he decided it was time to experience it for himself.

Releasing her poor, abused pussy, Tucker braced his arm around her abdomen, curled the one under her head up to force her face back toward his. Eyes hazy from her release, Talia complied easily, using the hand she had fastened in his hair to pull him in and kissed him deep, pushing her tongue into his mouth as he pushed his cock into her pussy. The pressure he’d denied himself for hours began to build, and Tucker let loose a primal growl that she swallowed.

They were completely entwined, their bodies locked together from top to bottom as Tucker came, exploding inside her with such ferocity that for a moment, he lost himself in sensation. His mind completely blanked as he continued to rock his hips, his movements disjoined and sloppy.

Slowly, the haze began to lift, and Tucker once again became aware of himself and his surroundings. Talia’s hips pushed back against him and retreated, pushed and retreated in a lazy pattern that wrenched whole-body shivers from him. She giggled into his mouth every time it happened, teasing him with her mouth and her tight sheath, until Tucker gave her an admonishing but playful smack right on her pussy. “Bad girl.”

“Ah!”

She jolted, and Tucker grinned. He kissed her pretty little mouth one more time before withdrawing from her body. Rolling onto her back, she smiled up at him, her eyes still holding that dreamy, glazed look. She didn’t look the least bit apologetic either. “Thank you,” she breathed.

“For what?” he asked with amusement. Tracing her flushed cheek, Tucker couldn’t help noticing how pretty she was. Stripped clean of any makeup, loved hard and well, she was like a puddle of melted chocolate beneath him, all soft and sweet and entirely edible. Even though he’d just come, he felt a spark of renewed desire stir to life.

“For not sucking.”

A lopsided smile creased one of Tucker’s cheeks. “I seem to recall a lot of sucking goin’ on.”

“I mean in general,” she laughed. Her fingers trailed across his back as Tucker got out of bed and removed the condom. Rolling onto her side, she propped her head on her hand as he tied the rubber off and walked across the room to toss it into the trash can just inside the bathroom door. “I was afraid you’d suck, so I might have sent up a prayer.”

Coming out of the bathroom, Tucker paused in the doorway, staring at her in disbelief. “You actually prayed for me to be good?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t know.”

“Well, I should hope that all your doubts have been erased.”

“Hmmm, maybe…”

Her finger traced a circle in the sheet and Tucker caught the playful glint in her eyes as she looked up at him through thick lashes.

“What part are you doubting, sugar?” he drawled as he approached. “The part where I ate you out for an hour? Or was it when you took the dildo in your ass? Or maybe,” he continued as he stopped by the side of the bed and watched her roll forward to meet him, her hand reaching out to wrap around his growing cock, “it was all the times you came?”

“Five if I remember correctly,” she murmured. On her belly now, she lifted him to her mouth and parted her lips, taking him inside her. Her cheeks puffed as he filled her throat, and his skin tingled when she cupped his balls, and Tucker loved the way she kicked her feet up behind her as if relaxing in front of a television. So playful.

His hand tunneled into her hair, cupping the back of her head as he took over control. Pushing his cock into her mouth, he rocked steadily, filling her mouth and sometimes her throat until she gagged on his length. He liked those times the best, watching her struggling to take all of him and imagining filling her up with his seed.

It didn’t take long to feel that familiar burn begin to build. “Oh, sugar, you sure do know how to suck cock,” he praised. When she looked up at him, her eyes watery and her mouth stretched wide, it was his undoing. Holding her gaze, Tucker pumped his thickness between her lips. She gagged, fat tears rolling from the corners of her eyes. His balls drew up, his engorged cock thickening even more, and then he pushed himself down her throat, filling her all the way, forcing her to take every last inch as spasms overtook him.

Roaring his release, Tucker held her head in his hands as he filled her throat and watched her swallow him down, her throat constricting around him and drawing it out even longer until every ounce of strength left in his body bled right out of him, and Tucker fell forward. Bracing his hand on the mattress was the only thing that prevented him from crashing down on top of her.

Gently extricating herself, Talia headed into the bathroom while Tucker collapsed on the bed, breathless and boneless and completely zapped of energy.

“Damn, woman,” he breathed and heard her answering chuckle. The water in the sink came on, turn off a moment later, then she was beside him again, her eyes bright as she laid down on her side, propped up on one arm, and stared down at him. “There’s no way you can say there wasn’t a lot of sucking now,” he teased.

Falling forward, she laughed with abandon as her head landed on his chest and she curled into him.

The worst part? She fit as if she’d been made to be there, and worse still? Tucker found himself smiling and laughing right along with her.

Even worst yet? This was the usual time he sent a woman packing, but he was so busy enjoying their time together that he wasn’t inclined to rush her out the door. Talia was fun to be around, sexy as hell, and someone he could see himself wanting to spend more time with.

Just a little longer, the voice in his head whispered…and he agreed.