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Taking her pebbled nipples in my mouth was a drip of her flavor. A tease to my tongue. It only made me want more. An ocean of Clara might not have been enough, even if I drowned in her.
Her zipper came down in one smooth motion, and I toyed with the lacy band of her panties with my fingertips.
“I’m going to put my mouth on you.”
She nodded, her eyes bright, lips puffy and red. “Okay.”
“Lean over the seat of my bike.” I took her hand, leading her where I wanted her. She bent forward with barely any hesitation, the glassiness of her eyes telling me her arousal was clearing the path of resistance. She lay across the seat of my bike, looking like something out of my dreams, her eyes closed, head resting on her folded arms, waiting.
For me to do with her what I wanted.
My mouth watered as I grazed my hands over her unreal shape—the plush bends and curves that drove me to distraction.
Hooking my fingers in the waist of her jeans, I yanked them down as far as they would go, catching on her boots at her ankles. That left her in pale-pink lace barely covering the globes of her ass. I got on my knees behind her to take a good, long look at what she was offering me, cupping her cheeks in my hands and squeezing.
Her skin was so pretty and well taken care of. The finest velvet brushing against my palms, making me want to be covered in it—in her. When we were apart, and I hadn’t touched her for days and days, it became hard to believe she was as lush as the memories I held, but she was. She was even better.
I slipped her panties down to keep company with her pants, baring her pretty ass and just a peek of her pussy between her thick thighs.
I tapped the outside of her legs. “Spread as wide as you can for me, sweetness. Let me see what I’m about to have.”
With a soft sigh, she listened, her boots sliding in the grass, giving me just a little more. It wasn’t enough. Not even close. I spread her wide with my hands, feasting my eyes on her hidden parts, the valley of her ass leading to two of my favorite places to bury myself.
“Jake,” she moaned. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m admiring what’s mine. You’re pretty everywhere. Did you know that, Clara?”
I didn’t wait for her answer, nor did I need it. What I needed was my mouth on her, her taste coating my tongue, her moans in my ears. I leaned in, nuzzling one cheek then the other, before sinking my teeth into the bottom curve. She tensed, jumped, and sighed as I licked the small mark I’d left.
It was enough to activate the primal part of my brain urging me to make a bigger claim on this woman—to make her and everyone else understand she was unequivocally mine.
Carrying her scent on my beard was a start. I buried my face in her, licking from her clit to her ass and back again. Once I started, I didn’t stop, lapping up every sweet drop of her, drowning just like I wanted to, living off her flavor.
Needing more, I thrust two fingers into her pussy, her slick arousal easing the way. She tightened around me, moaning my name into the darkening sky. I twisted my hand to roll her pearly clit under a finger and moved my mouth higher, laving her puckered hole with the flat of my tongue.
Clara keened. Her legs tried to close, but I was too deep between them for her movements to make any difference. I was where I wanted to be, and nothing would deter me. There was no part of her I didn’t want to know the taste and feel of. No part that would be closed to me.
And she knew that.
She was aware of how much I liked the secrets she kept locked away from everyone but me.
She liked it too. Her pussy fluttered and tightened around my thrusting fingers. Her hips bucked against my mouth. It wasn’t long before she was moaning my name, her feet shuffling, knees bending, melting. But I had her, holding her up until I had my fill of her—until her scent and taste firmly clung to my lips and beard and lodged inside my mind.
Then I was on my feet behind her, smoothing my hand up her spine to cup the back of her neck. There was a riot inside me, a need setting fire to my blood. “You ready for me, Clara?”
She nodded, and I knew she didn’t get it. Couldn’t feel me practically vibrating for her. I needed her to want it as badly as I did.
“You need to use your words. I’m not feeling quite myself, and I need to take you hard. You ready for that?”
“Yes, Jake. Fuck me hard,” she rasped. “I want it.”
That was what I needed. “Then I’ll give it to you.”
My jeans down, cock out, condom rolled on in a flash; I took her hips in my hands and aligned myself with her hot flesh, nudging her opening. Her body welcomed me, and I accepted the invitation, driving into her until my hips slammed against her ass.
She reared back and cried out, but it wasn’t in pain. My sweet Clara liked it rough.
I got lost in her, taking her body with brutal force. Our skin collided, the sounds echoing off the open sky. She moaned and begged, and I told her how good she was, how I wanted her to feel me for days to come, that she was precious and I wanted her to carry my marks for as long as possible.
