Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

RIFTAN

I’m pretty sure every thought I had about blow jobs was evicted from my memories the moment her mouth pulled the tip of my cock between her lips in a hard, sucking draw. I couldn’t help gripping the thick strands of her riotous hair as she drew me deeper into her mouth until the tip tapped her throat. The sucking motion of her mouth had me gripping the sheets in a tight, white-knuckled grip, praying for mercy not to shoot off like a bottle rocket at the sight before me, and the hot warmth of her mouth wrapped around my aching dick.

Her hands roam everywhere they can touch before she grips the base of my cock with one hand, pushing more of what I got into her mouth until I’m fighting to keep from hurting so damn soon. What she lacks with experience, she makes up for it with enthusiasm.

Fuck.

I have both my hands sifting through her hair, holding on as she swallows and sucks at my length like it’s her favorite lollipop from the candy shop. It’s not going to take much longer. My balls are knotted up tight, ready to burst.

“That’s it, temptress. Suck me like that.”

All that sweet warmth and the way her hand jerks on my length as if she’s been doing it forever has me pumping my cock deeper into her mouth. When she moans, the delicate vibrations have me pushing deeper into her mouth.

“Harriet, you’ve got two choices. You’re going to back off me, or you’re going to swallow every ounce of my cum. Pick one.”

A deeper moan ripples across my tip, and I’m fucking done for. I cum long and hard, spurting my seed into her throat, which she takes and swallows hungrily. My toes curl as my eyes roll backward. Fuck me. If her mouth feels this good, what’s her pussy going to feel like?

I won’t make her do anything she doesn’t want to do. However, if she thinks I’m not going to reciprocate and taste that sweet cream between her luscious thighs, she’s got another thing coming. My mouth is practically watering at the image of my face smashing between her legs and lapping at her cunt like a man starved.

Harriet slowly bobs her head until she’s swallowed every drop of my seed before she gently pulls away and then places a tender kiss on the tip. Her hands run up my thighs as she staggers to stand on her feet, this happy, wistful smile curling on her lips.

“Might not have been the best, but I think I did the job right. Didn’t I, Riftan?”

With my hands still in her hair, I pull her to my lips, tasting myself on her tongue and not giving a damn. I hungrily eat at her lips until I caress my hands down her delectable curves and grip her rump in my palms, giving it a gentle squeeze. Her tits brush my face at the angle we’re at, and I pull back.

“Harriet, nothing compares to the perfection of you. Now, be a good girl, and let me give you the same pleasure right back.”

Her eyes widen before this drunk, girly giggly springs from her lips.

“Are you serious? That’s never happened before either.”

Fuck me. This girl is going to be the death of me.

“Then let me take care of you, Harriet.” My hands reach around to the zipper of her sundress, and I wait for her to give me the go-ahead.

“You really want to do that?” Her face is flushed with the lingering effects of the alcohol, but her eyes are pleading, desperately wanting me to give her the same pleasure she gave me.

“I want it more than anything right now, temptress. Let me taste the sweet cream you have dripping from your little pussy, Harriet.”

“Sweet heaven, have mercy. You have a dirty mouth. Why is that so hot?” Her voice is breathless as she kisses down my jawline to my neck, where she latches on like a vampire.

Fuck. Her teeth almost pierce the skin, and even though she drained me of every ounce of cum, my cock surges back to life at her desperate mechanisms.

“So, that a yes, temptress?”

“Yes. Please.”

I drag the zipper down her back, run my hands back up her curves until I hook my fingers under the thin straps of her dress and drag them down her arms, revealing a galaxy of freckles begging for my lips. Then a white, strapless bra where her breasts are giving off heavy cleavage, and dammit. My eyes feast upon every inch of skin revealed until the dress drops from her waist and pools at her feet, showing a matching pair of silky, lace panties where a wet spot of her arousal darkens between her thighs.

I need this woman like a man needs the breath in his body.

“Riftan, I like your hands. They’re rough, yet so gentle. Please, please touch me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I take no time in sweeping her off her feet and placing her in the middle of the bed until all those riotous red curls fan out across the pillows and her legs squirm from side to side with anticipation. Grabbing a handful of her thick mane, I tighten a chunk in my fist as I kiss her once more. With my knee, I spread her legs apart until I fit myself in the vee of her legs.

Rocking my hips against hers, I grind my thickening member over her panties until she’s writhing against me, lifting and rocking her hips against my bare dick, creating this reckless thought about sliding the silky material to the side and burying myself deep inside her slick little cunt until I’m making her cry out my name in ecstasy.

But I won’t. She hasn’t given me permission to do that. For now, this is good until I get my lips on her southern ones, licking her from clit to ass and everywhere in between.

“Riftan. Please. God, I don’t even know what I’m begging for.” That drunken laughter spills from her lips again, and I can’t help but smile. I kiss a path from her lips down her neck, giving her the same amount of necking she had given me before continuing south. I pop open the front clasp to her bra, where her breasts spill free, and fuck, what a luscious sight to behold.

The moment I latch on to one hard tip and suck, her body bucks against mine as her cry rings in my ears.

“Riftan!”

I love the sound of my name coming off her lips.

I give the other hard bud the same affection I gave this one as I massage and knead into the soft flesh with my hand. I’ve been dying to know what they’ve felt like for the last six years, and now that I have, my brain hasn’t done it justice. The feel of her in my palms heightens the need to claim her even more.

I scrape my calloused hand over her nipple, making her gasp and moan. I keep traveling south over her pale, soft belly until I grip the band of her panties with my hands, dragging them down her legs as I settle in between.

Her scent is like a drug. Damn. Pulling her legs free from the material, I stuff her panties in my back pocket. She might never get these back. Maybe I’m sick, but fuck me, I’ll need spank-bank material if she doesn’t allow what we’re starting right here, right now, to continue when we get back to Little Horn.

The second my tongue touches her, I’m gone. I’m ravenous, flicking my tongue across her clit, making her writhe as I grip her hips with my hands, pulling her against me as my head thrashes side to side, drinking her essence and becoming drunk on her taste.

Her little mewls and cries and moans of pleasure make my cock stiffen to titanium.

I love her taste— wild rain and berries.

Then suddenly, my hair is yanked as her fingers claw at my head, and her short, panting breaths tell me she’s close.

“Riftan, what is this? It feels… please, right there. Feels so good. Never… never felt this before. Please.”

Has she never had an orgasm before? Oh, that simply won’t do.

Her back arches and the grip on my hair tightens as her pleasure spills on my tongue and face, drowning me in her arousal.

I could die a happy man right here and now. Her body twinges and trembles with her release, and I give her slit one long, lasting lick before I kiss and suck my way back up her flushed body until both her hands are pulling at my hair as our mouths collide.

I pull back, giving us breathing room, and her eyes are glassy and filled with pleasure.

“Riftan, if that’s what an orgasm is, what’s sex with you going to be like?”

Then she bursts out with giggles, biting her lip as her bliss works itself through her body.

“Am I the only man to get you satisfaction?”

Her eyes droop, the alcohol and orgasm making her body pliant and sated, as her head slowly nods in affirmation.

I kiss her sweet face softly as I travel to her ear and whisper, “Then let me be the only man who gives this to you. I want to feel your pleasure on my tongue again and then feel it wrapped around my cock. Let me be that man for you.”

“Riftan.” Her center starts rubbing against my aching cock, and I feel it leaking with cum again. Fuck. This woman is more than a temptress. She’s a goddess.

However, I’m not going to take advantage of her like this. I could never do that to her.

“Shh… it’s alright, Harriet. Rest now. We can talk in the morning.”

Her soft moan is her only response, and I withdraw, grabbing my shirt from the end of the bed and helping her into it before getting up to clean us off. Once I’ve wiped us both clean, it takes a bit before I manage to get her under the covers, and instead of letting her have her space and me mine, I pull her in my arms, and her slight feminine snore hits my ears.

The smile that curls up my lips as I fall asleep tells me one thing.

This is how it should be. With her in my arms, breathing her in. I need every night like this.