Kiss & Spell (9 page)

“I’m not?” She fisted his cock.

“God.” He closed his eyes and tipped his head back.

She tugged at his rock-hard penis. It grew bigger in her hand. “But you like this, don’t you? You like the way I touch your cock?”

He opened his eyes. A fevered heat filled his gaze. “Yes.”

She flicked her fingers again, and she was seated on a stool. She spread her legs and tucked her knees so that she gripped the seat. The stool brought her pussy in line with his erect penis.

“Do you like my pussy, Justin?” She spread her labia with one hand, exposing her wet, pink center to his gaze.

“God, Marissa, yes, I do.” He licked his lips, his gaze focused on her cunt.

“Do you want to touch me like this?” She trailed a finger from clit to slit. She paused there a moment then slipped a finger inside. “God, that feels good, Justin. I’m so wet for you. Mmm.” She slid her finger in and out of her cunt, all the while watching his reaction. “Your dick would feel so good in my pussy.” She trailed a hand up her side and cupped a breast.

“Untie me, and I’ll show you how good. I’ll fuck that juicy pussy of yours ‘til you scream.” He nudged her leg with his knee. “Then I’ll lick your clit so you come again. You taste so good, Marissa.”

His words sent her higher. Cream seeped out of her. Her cunt need
ed something bigger than a finger. She pinched her nipple and sighed. Her inner muscles clenched.

She took her finger out and pressed it to his lips. “Lick it clean. Taste my pussy, Justin.”

He sucked her finger into his mouth, his soft tongue caressing and cleaning the cream from it. With her other hand, she flicked her fingers. The stool scooted forward. The tip of his penis aligned with her spread pussy. He leaned forward, and his cock entered her. Hot and hard. With her inner muscles she clenched him.

She withdrew her finger from his mouth and set her hand on his shoulder, drawing him closer, his cock deeper.

“Untie me, Marissa.” His hips thrust forward and he buried himself in her cunt.

She curled her legs around his waist, the stool barely supporting her. She seated herself further on his cock and then bucked her hips back and forth to help him penetrate her.

The stool fell. She clung to him with her thighs, her hands holding tight to his shoulders.

“Please, Marissa.”

He was so hard and hot inside her, but she needed him to move. Now. She flicked her hand again, and the rope bindings fell away. Immediately, he grabbed her buttocks and pounded into her. His dick acted like a battering ram. They fell against the counter. He pushed a stack of clean dishes aside. They crashed to the floor. He fucked her using deep intense strokes that coaxed an inner fire to life. Her clit pressed against the base of his penis, and as he pumped, the friction brought on an intense orgasm.

She screamed his name, surprised at the climax. He continued to fuck her, and a second orgasm sparked, rolling from within as his dick slid across the sensitive inner ridges of her pussy. When she peaked, he also groaned out his release, his seed spilling inside her.

“Jesus, Marissa.” He pressed his face into her hair. “Jesus.”

She clung to him, his penis still embedded in her. “I love you, Justin Heller.”

He withdrew, scooped her in his arms, and carried her to the sofa in the living room. As he stood above her, his naked body glorious in the twilight, he leaned down and kissed her gently. Then he knelt beside her and touched her kiss-swollen lips with his fingers.

“I love you too, Marissa.” He leaned down once more and gave her the sweetest of kisses, tender and slow without any demands.

The type of kiss she would enjoy again and again for many years to come.

~The End~