Chapter 12

12

Colver

I lick Abrielle's honeypot, the exact way you'd think someone would do after waiting what feels like a lifetime for what seems like a forbidden taste.

Abrielle's body is anything but forbidden.

She's ripe. She's ready.

She's quivering after one stroke of my tongue between her legs.

There hasn't been a real man between her legs… possibly ever.

My hands press at her inner thighs.

There's something I have to do next.

A theory… an idea… maybe even a fantasy of mine…

My tongue slides along her wet labia with ease. She's sweeter than I could have ever imagined.

I squeeze my hands. My thumbs press against tender flesh, against tightening muscle.

Abrielle lets out a groan and jumps.

I press again.

She shivers and calls out my name.

Then she giggles.

Yes, I've wanted to know that all this time. I wanted to know if she's ticklish or not.

I quickly move my hands up to her curved hips - what a fucking woman she blossomed into - and I pull.

I need her cunt as close as possible.

A growl escapes my throat as I dive back in for more.

I can't help but savor her. Suckling her labia. Thrusting my tongue against her entrance, tasting her. Feeling her throbbing, swelling, clenching against the tip of my tongue. I place my entire mouth over her, close my lips and pull away with the loudest, wettest kissing sound I can make.

I then move up and loudly kiss her soft, smooth mound.

Fuck. As perfect as I've wondered all these years.

I drop down once more and use my nose to dig for her sweet clit.

Not hard to find at all.

Abrielle is beyond ready .

Her wet, pink hood quivers.

I nuzzle my nose against her clit, savoring her flavor.

I can never forget her. I never will forget her.

This is a one-time exchange. That's all.

I'll eat her until she comes. I'll fuck her until she can't walk.

Then I'll save her and fix her life like I did all those years ago.

And I'll never talk to her again.

I'll have no reason to talk to her again.

I growl again and finally allow my tongue to taste her clit.

Her small, pearled nub presents itself more and more with each stroke of my tongue.

When I cut left to right, Abrielle jumps and cries out.

It pisses me off that she's never felt this before.

No man out there knows how to properly tongue fuck a woman's clit?

My jaw tightens with annoyance.

I'm always annoyed, but that's okay.

At least right now I can be annoyed and drink the lusty honey dripping from Abrielle's body.

My hands move from her hips to her back.

Up until I feel the small clasp of her bra.

I twist and then quickly move my hands to her chest. Feeling her breasts against my touch. Her budded nipples.

I curl my fingers, hard.

Abrielle groans louder and places her hands to mine. She digs her fingers in between my fingers. She wants me to ease up on my grip.

I move my hands from her breasts, back down her body.

My thumbs meet at her belly button.

I don't know why but I stop right there.

My tongue moves faster, more rampant.

Now I need her to come. I have to taste her warm gush of pleasure…

Abrielle's hips grind.

She cries out, reaches for a pillow and places it over her face.

Oh, fuck that, kitten.

I grab for the pillow and throw it across the cabin.

I pull my mouth from her body.

"Don't ever hide your screams with me, kitten," I say. "I'm going to eat your cunt until you scream and finish."

Abrielle whimpers.

I pick up where I left off.

Seconds later Abrielle lets out a scream.

She suddenly jumps…

Her feet press to the floor, up on her toes. The lower half of her body bucks up into the air. She grabs for the blankets on the floor.

And the moves… oh, fuck …

She doesn't freeze. She fucks .

Reaching climax and wanting to be fucked while she finishes.

Humping my mouth as warmth pours from her.

The dam has been broken. The wet licks are louder than ever.

Along with her groans.

I place my hands on the floor and let her body do whatever it needs to do.

I feel like she's going to stay like this forever. Fucking my tongue and my mouth. Me thirsting and drinking her.

I can't get enough.

When her body collapses on the floor, she writhes and makes a groaning growl that will forever beautifully haunt me.

I lower my mouth back down to her dripping cunt.

One lick and Abrielle wiggles and cries out.

"I'm done! Fuck! Colver!"

She pushes at my head.

I catch myself grinning as I ease away from her.

I stand up and open my jeans.

I push them down and step out of them with ease, leaving them at my feet.

"Look what you've done to me, kitten," I say as I grab for my thick, heavy cock.

I'm hard. Painfully hard.

I can't believe how amazing Abrielle looks right now.

Her legs spread. Her cunt plump, used, and soaked. Her breasts full and delicious, resting comfortably on her chest.

Then there's the look in her eyes…

"On your knees, kitten," I tell her. "I want to feel my cock touch the back of your throat."

Abrielle's face turns bright red.

I let a second or two pass by.

"Right now," I growl.

Abrielle gasps and hurries to get on her knees.

Her shirt falls down over her breasts. She doesn't hesitate to quickly take her shirt off.

Now she's naked.

Moving toward me.

I hold my cock with my right hand, gently stroking my root.

There's plenty for me to hold and her to suck.

She's looking at my cock with surprise and maybe a little worry.

It's okay, kitten. It'll fit. I promise it'll fit.

"Colver," she purrs with her mouth an inch from the tip of my cock.

"Use your mouth for something other than talking," I say.

I release my grip on my cock.

Abrielle slides her hands up my stomach and under my shirt, wanting it off.

That much I can do for her.

I use one hand to take my shirt off.

Her eyes grow wide.

She quickly realizes there's a difference between muscle at eighteen and violent muscle after a long professional hockey career.

I touch the top of Abrielle's head and move her closer to me.

Her lips touch the head of my cock.

She kisses. Teases.

Her mouth opens. Her tongue flicks.

She's nervous and playful.

That's okay. Only for a few seconds though.

Abrielle opens her mouth more. And more.

I slide my cock into her mouth. I feel her tongue against the bottom of my shaft. Pressing. Moving a little. Her teeth very faintly scraping the top of my shaft, just for a split second. She opens her mouth even more.

"There you go, kitten," I growl. "Nice and easy. Sorry about your jaw hurting later."

But I'm not really sorry.

I want her jaw to ache as much as between her legs.

Leave her thinking about me for hours and days.

Let her face the man who gave her that diamond ring… knowing my cock has been stuffed down her throat and in her cunt…

I exhale with a low rumble as Abrielle takes more of me into her mouth.

She keeps going.

Slowly pulling back a little.

Taking more.

Easing herself yet taking care of me.

I have to admit. The muscles in the back of my legs tighten.

Abrielle has a special technique here and if she keeps this up she's going to be swallowing my warm load.

That's not a bad thing.

It's just I have other intentions for my cum.

My right hand grabs at her hair and I pull her away from my cock.

She fights me on it, sucking hard, resisting…

"Goddamn you, kitten," I growl. "Think you can defy me?"

Abrielle's eyes look up to mine and it's like someone stabbing my heart.

Fuck. She's beautiful, isn't she? She's always been beautiful. But now… look at her… mouth full of my cock… yet she still has that sweet gaze in her eyes…

Abrielle's mouth pops off my cock.

She sits back on her ankles, pushing out her beautiful chest, showing off her breasts.

"Stand up," I order.

Abrielle listens and doesn't break eye contact for a second.

Once standing, I touch her.

My fingertips graze her hips. Around to the small of her back. Down to her ass.

I cup. I knead.

I pull her toward me.

My cock presses between our bodies, pointing straight up.

"I've wanted to fuck you from the moment I met you, kitten," I whisper. "I haven't stopped thinking about it after all these years. Your cunt tastes like heaven. Taste yourself…"

I lower my mouth down to hers.

Her eyes open big with surprise but she does not reject my kiss.

I don't care that my cock was just in her mouth.

I have her cunt honey all over my tongue and lips still.

We kiss.

My cock pulses between us.

I step toward the couch and sit down, taking Abrielle with me.

She lifts herself high enough up into the air, allowing my cock to stand tall and free.

Lonely, but only for a second.

I reach down and dip my fingers against her wetness, then slide my hand down my cock and hold it tight again.

Abrielle lowers herself down.

The swell of her heat greets me.

"Tell me how long you've wanted this cock, kitten," I say.

"You have no fucking idea, Colver," she groans.

"Did you fuck yourself thinking about my cock?"

"Yes," she purrs.

"Did you let other men fuck you and pretended it was me?"

"Yes!" Abrielle cries out as I rub the head of my cock against her clit.

Her body starts to jump and shiver again.

I use my left hand to hold her hip and pull her down.

I break her threshold.

Finally. Oh, fuck… finally.

Her cunt is tight.

She sheathes the beginning of my cock in a way that makes me groan.

"Kitten," I growl.

My hands climb up her body, over her breasts, to her neck, then to the back of her head.

I pull her down.

We share a kiss.

She lowers herself down as I thrust up.

Holy fuck…

She's impossibly snug.

I feel ready to explode already.

Abrielle stops our kiss and moves to my ear and groans.

"Colver. I'm starting to come again."

Heavenly words.

Yet with each orgasm offered, Abrielle slips deeper into the hell I call my life.