She didn’t fight him as he turned her around to face him. Her back against the door, she watched him kneel down before her. Lash removed the jeans from her body, exposing her to his gaze.
His eyes never once left her face. He opened her thighs, and only then did his gaze wander down her body. She wanted to cover her fuller figure. Her thighs were thick, and she was sure they had a few dots of cellulite. Lash gripped her thighs, firmly. He split open her body for him to look.
Angel stared at his head and felt his fingers open her pu**y.
“You’re going to have to get this waxed. I want my woman to be bare. I don’t want any restriction in getting to you.”
There was no way she was going to get her pubic hair waxed. The thought alone made her feel sick. The sickness was soon replaced by his very expert tongue.
Crying out, Angel gazed down in time to see his tongue circle her cl*t and then suck the whole nub into his mouth. She couldn’t breathe. Hands flat behind her, Angel did everything she could to keep herself upright.
His hands moved from her pu**y lips to grip her ass.
“I’ll hold you steady, baby, open your lips for me. I want you to offer your pu**y to me.”
She shook her head. There was no way she’d open herself up to him. It was madness. It would be sheer madness to become vulnerable to him.
Still, she reached down between their bodies and opened her pu**y for him to devour. When it came to Lash she didn’t have any control.
What’s wrong with me?
“That’s it, baby. Give me what I want.”
This tattoo-covered biker was making her lose control, and she hated it. For most of her teenage years she’d always imagined being with a guy who was like her. Who would be happy to stay out of the Fort Wills business and to have a small family and earn enough to support themselves.
She never thought she’d be considering giving her virginity to a guy who’d probably been with hundreds of girls.
His tongue was pure sin. She couldn’t get past how amazing it felt having his tongue on her body. He licked, nibbled, and sucked at her clit. She felt his tongue glide over her fingers before smashing against her clit.
“Come for me, Angel.” He muttered the words against her flesh.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
His hand tightened on her ass stopping her from arguing.
“Come for me now, or I’ll take you over my knee and slap your ass.”
The threat registered at the same time as his grip tightened even further on her ass. She knew there was going to be bruising. Closing her eyes Angel stopped thinking about everything that could happen and should have happened in her future. She thought about Lash and how sexy he was. The scar down the left side of his face pulled her in, grabbing her attention. She wanted to caress his face and see if the scar was rough or soft. His dark hair was thick and fell around his head and looked messy. On Lash, his hair fit. He was so tall that he made her feel small, delicate almost. She wasn’t used to being delicate. Being a larger woman meant she always felt like a beached whale. His hands were twice the size of hers, and his muscles made her mouth water.
He was the complete opposite of everything she thought she wanted. Lash was relentless, and the feel of his tongue against her cl*t was too much.
Keeping the lips of her pu**y open, Angel felt the first stirrings of her orgasm. She trusted Lash to hold her up. The grip on her ass was firm. He wasn’t going to let her go.
She cried out, the sound echoing around the room as she finally let go. Wave upon wave of pleasure engulfed her. She shuddered and heard Lash slurp the cream leaking from her body.
Her embarrassment was complete. The orgasm died away, and he pulled away. She saw his chin glisten in the small light.
“You’re so f**king tasty. I can’t wait to lick you again and again.”
He stood and claimed her lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She tasted herself on his lips and tried to push him away. The instant her hands touched his hard shoulders the chance for pushing him away was lost.
Hands sank into her hair, tugging on the length until she was pulled up taut against him.
Lash took charge, moving her away from the door and back through to the dining room. All the time his lips never once left hers. He threw the clothes off the hard surface of the table without breaking contact. She had no clue how he managed to get her partially na**d and flat on a table, but he did. The fight she originally had left her in light of what they were doing to each other.
He lifted her onto the table, opening her thighs wide.
“I can’t get e-fucking-nough of you. I want you so bad. My balls and c**k ache.” He kissed a path down her neck to her collarbone. Lash didn’t stop there. He tore his vest in two exposing her chest to his view.
“So f**king sexy. I can’t wait to see these tits bouncing around in front of me.” Lash pinched one nipple and then the other.
Angel was completely naked, and from the pleasure alone, she didn’t care.
He stepped back, removed his jacket and shirt until he stood in front of her naked. She got a clear shot of the snake tattoo on his arm and the love heart over his chest. On his hip was a small picture of a tree and lines where names needed to go.
She watched, unable to tear her gaze away, when he tore at his jeans until they were thrown to the floor. His boots were taken off during the undressing. She also got a shot of a tattoo on his back, a picture of a skull and cross-bones with the titles Fort Wills and The Skulls across the top and underneath.
Lash turned back to her butt ass naked. His c**k stood out long, thick, and proud. She saw the tip leaking pr**cum, which he smeared over the head. He was that aroused his foreskin was pulled away, exposing the mushroomed tip.
It was her first real look at him. His body was twice the size of hers but without a trace of fat visible. She doubted he even had a blob of cellulite.
“I’m not ready,” she said, holding up her hands when he came closer.
“I’m not going to f**k you like this. We can do a lot more than f**k. Besides, your first time is not going to be on my f**king dining room table.” He came over, settling between her thighs.
What could they possibly do?
He teased the tip of his c**k through her slit. She gazed down to see the thick rod of his shaft laid between her pu**y lips. Her cream coated the length making it slippery.
“This is insane. What are you doing?” she asked.
Lash smirked. “I’ve made you come twice. I think it’s my time.”
“Excuse me?”