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  The intensity waned as she released his sac only to be renewed as she worked the other side in the same way. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to come all over her hand.

  She must have felt the change in him. The way his hips pumped against her hand, the sounds of carnal pleasure he could no longer hold back, because her head came up, her gaze meeting his.

  Her lips were pink and puffy, and shiny with saliva. She made a movement to flick a wisp of escaped hair out of the way, but Sean still held the length tightly in his fist, allowing little movement as he leaned down to kiss her.

  The kiss deepened. He plunged his tongue into her mouth over and over tasting himself. When he tried to pull her up into his lap, she shook her head backing up just a bit.

  “I’m not done yet,” she said in a throaty whisper. “I want to taste you, Sean.”

  It was her first time, and she’d done a fabulous job. It was the best blowjob he’d ever experienced, but he didn’t want to give her more than she could take.

  “Are you sure?” he asked, praying she’d say yes.

  She nodded her head just before taking him back in her mouth. This time she was like a woman on a mission. She was to be denied nothing. Wringing every reaction his body had to offer, she then took even more.

  When he felt the tingle in his spine, he knew he was close. His hands, still fisted in the silky strands of Honor’s hair, sought her face, rubbing the shoulder-length locks over her smooth skin as she sucked him deep and hard.

  His body tightened, his hips bucked and without another thought, he spewed his seed deep within her mouth, watching as she struggled to take all he offered.

  When he was finished, she licked his flaccid cock clean then leaned back to view her work. Licking her lips, she looked up into his face and gave a triumphant smile.

  Leaning in, Sean ran his finger over the corner of her mouth, catching a drop of sperm. He then put his finger to her lips and whispered, “You missed a spot, Little Darlin’,” just before he kissed her.

  * * * * *

  The feel of Sean’s penis in her mouth was wonderful. He was large, the vein running the length of him throbbing with his imminent release.

  Honor felt powerful and feminine the way she was kneeling at his feet, his cock in her mouth. A part of her wondered why she’d never given head before, but her heart knew right away why—because it hadn’t felt right. With Sean it felt right. Everything they did together felt right.

  That first taste of pre-cum had sent her senses reeling. Something she’d always viewed as distasteful was now the very thing she craved, warm and sweet.

  She could tell he was concentrating on holding off. Trying to make it last longer, but she was in charge this time, and she wanted to hear him moan with his release.

  She’d been waiting for some type of instruction from him. Hoping he would walk her though it, step by step. When he made no attempt at offering up advice, she decided to just go with the flow. It seemed her instincts were working out just fine if his hip thrusting was any indication.

  As she fondled his scrotum, she could feel his testicles tighten—he was getting close. When he tried to distract her with a kiss, she thought she would go crazy with the need to taste him.

  After telling him she needed just that very thing, he released her, letting her have her way. He had lengthened even further. The bulbous head of his shaft was almost purple in color. No longer could she toy with him, she had to have it all. Right now.

  Sinking her mouth down as far as she could, she sucked his length, hollowing her cheeks in an attempt to send him spiraling over the edge.

  Her tongue played with the tip of him, flicking faster and faster as his pelvis gyrated in an attempt to gain release. She sunk lower, then rasped her way back up, sinking again all in quick strokes. One more time was all it took before his shout echoed through the room, the salty musk of his essence filling her mouth.

  Working her throat, she milked him, leaving nothing behind. When his penis was soft in her mouth, she lapped at it, cleaning its length before sitting back. She could do nothing to stop the smile tilting her lips.

  The feel of Sean’s finger caressing her mouth brought her back to earth. When he leaned forward whispering to her, her face heated. Shame was quickly thrust aside when his finger slipped into her mouth feeding her the drop of seed he’d just rescued from the corner of her mouth. Then his lips met hers in a kiss to outdo all other kisses.

  Raising herself back up onto her knees, she crawled up into his lap. Within minutes, she felt his length, once again hard, against the curve of her hip. Squirming to get closer, she whimpered. “I need to feel you inside me.”

  He said nothing, only moved to stand, steadying her on her feet when her wobbly knees would have buckled. Sean straightened his clothes then with a firm grasp on Honor’s elbow, he tugged her toward the door.

  “Let’s go,” was all he said.

  She pulled against his grasp, receiving an irritated look in response. “Just a second, my purse,” she said, when he just kept towing her out the door.

  When he released her, she made quick work of retrieving her purse, not wanting to waste a second. Back at his side, she grasped his hand, threading her fingers through his. This time it was she who hauled him to the door.

  She was wet and ready. Her panties felt as if they were soaked, and her empty core longed to be filled.

  “Hurry, Sean, hurry,” she said, panting with not only the effort to pull him toward the car, not that he was fighting, but also with her arousal.

  Her flustered antics won a chuckle from the big man beside her and a shriek from herself as he upended her over his shoulder, planting a stinging slap on her bottom. Oh, yeah, it was going to be a good night, a very good night.

  Chapter Seven

  They couldn’t get to a bed fast enough in Sean’s opinion. He needed to touch and to taste. There was no denying how she stirred his blood.

  After settling her into the front seat of his truck, he went around and climbed in behind the wheel. The engine rumbled to life and in a flash, they were gone.

  Not normally one to speed—tonight was an exception, an emergency. If he didn’t get Honor naked and into his bed real quick-like, he was going to explode.

  Patting the seat, he said, “Move over here closer to me, Little Darlin’. I’ve got a need to touch you.”

  Honor scooted to the center of the bench seat and snuggled in close. Her hand wandered over his thigh causing his muscles to bunch.

  “Lift this up for me, sweetheart,” he said, playing with the fabric of her blue denim skirt. When her eyes shot up to his, he added, “And take off your panties. I want to see that pretty pink pussy of yours.”

  Her cheeks turned a beautiful shade of pink, but she did as he asked. Once she’d removed her panties and lifted her skirt to where it rested around her waist, he stroked her thigh just as she had his.

  Her legs parted the tiniest bit, but it was all the invitation he needed. With one hand on the steering wheel, he played with her slick folds.

  She was wet and ready and they were still a block from his place. He wasn’t sure he was going to make it.

  When they finally pulled up to his house, he pressed the button to open the automatic garage door. Never before had the thing seemed so slow. I’ll have to check into it, he thought absently.

  Finally, the door was opened completely so he could pull his truck into the garage, shielding them from the outside world.

  When the door closed behind them, he turned toward her and pulled her into a passionate embrace. His lips devoured her, hinting at what was to come. Untucking her shirt from the waist of her skirt, he pulled it over her head, leaving her in only the two lace triangles blocking her nipples from his view. That would never do.

  Honor whimpered, begging him to do more. When he didn’t move fast enough, she unhooked the front clasp of her bra then tugged his head to her chest.

  Sean groaned at her enthusiasm, won
dering if they would ever make it to his bed. Yes, they had to. There was no way he would make love to Honor in the front seat of his pickup the first time. They’d have plenty of time for that later.

  He lapped at a puckered nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth before pulling his head back, releasing it with a wet pop from his mouth.

  “Enough,” he growled as he opened his door pulling them through it.

  Cool air hit her bared chest tightening her nipples further, causing her to look down. A confused look crossed her face before she quickly moved to cover herself from his gaze.

  “No, Darlin’, don’t ever cover yourself from me.”

  She said nothing in return, but her chin shot up just a notch before she finally dropped her arms to her side.

  They had finally made it to his room. It took all he had to close the door and lead her to the bed instead of taking her right there against the door.

  “Lay back and let me finish getting rid of your clothes. You won’t be needing them for a while.”

  “I want to see you, too,” she said in a quiet voice.

  “You will, Darlin’. You will, but not yet.”

  He knew if he removed all his clothes this early in the game, there wouldn’t be much foreplay. He’d be inside her so quick it would make her head spin.

  When she was nude before him, he allowed his eyes to feast on her. Every minute detail was stored away for a later time. Every curve, every valley was inspected and loved. He could do no less.

  When she was writhing beneath him on the bed, he nipped at the lobe of her ear and whispered, “Tell me what you want, Honor.”

  Her body moved restlessly as he wedged a denim-clad thigh between her naked legs until it pressed firmly against her mound. She cried out as she moved to get closer.

  “I want to feel you.”

  “Feel me where, baby? Tell me. If you want something, I want you to tell me what it is. Say all those nasty words you’ve never used.”

  “Oh, Sean, I can’t,” she wailed.

  “You can and you will—if you want any part of this,” he said, rubbing his engorged length against her thigh.

  “I want…I want to feel you in me,” she moaned.

  “What part of me, Honor. My fingers, my tongue? Tell me,” he insisted.

  * * * * *

  The words he was breathing against her neck, whispering in her ear were making her so hot. The way he was rubbing his thigh across her clit wasn’t helping either, but saying the words was so hard.

  They seemed almost foreign to her, but the naughty girl beat out the good girl this once, and before she was aware of what she was saying, the words tumbled forth.

  “Lick me, Sean. I want to feel your tongue inside me.”

  Those words must have been the right ones because before she finished the sentence he’d thrown himself from the bed and began to undress.

  His chest was massive. Corded muscle sculpted every contour of its width. His head may have been completely bald, but his chest was not. She remembered the feel of his coarse hair against her hand. Her palms itched to feel it once again.

  He removed his pants leaving himself clad in only his cotton boxer briefs. They molded his hips leaving little to the imagination.

  Her eyes were riveted to his groin. Nothing short of death could rip her gaze away. As he lowered the offending underwear, she noticed his strong hands. The blunt tips were clean and well maintained. His fingers were thick-looking, reminding her of how they had felt buried deep inside her cunt. What a word…cunt. It felt good to think it. To let go, and just think and say whatever came to mind. She couldn’t help the shiver of anticipation coursing through her body as his briefs made the slow journey down his bulky thighs.

  When his briefs were on the floor, in a puddle around his ankles, he stepped out and made his way back to the bed. When he moved to climb on the bed beside her, she held her hand out to stop him, still unable to pull her gaze from his magnificent cock.

  “You’re beautiful,” she said. Then licking her lips, she leaned forward bestowing the head of his cock with a single kiss.

  She loved the way his eyes seemed to darken—his lids drooping with lust. When he climbed onto the bed beside her, she reached out a hand in welcome.

  He gently kissed the palm of her hand then trailed kisses up her arm until he’d reached her collarbone where he nipped her skin. His tongue snaked out, soothing the hurt. With quick wet flicks of his talented tongue, he worked his way down her body until he reached the downy thatch of hair covering the apex of her thighs.

  “Next time I shave my head will you let me shave you here?” he asked, tugging playfully at her pubic hair, wringing a gasp from her already dry lips.

  “Yes,” she croaked, not sure if she liked the idea of a razor so close to her delicate place.

  When his tongue stroked her engorged clit, the hair of his mustache rasping against the swollen tissues, she forgot all about her nervousness. He continued lapping at her—holding her open with the fingers of both hands, his tongue caressing each fold until she convulsed in wave after wave of release.

  Without a moment’s respite, he brought her back up. His mouth sought the tight little nub nestled between her nether lips. Pulling it into his mouth, he sucked relentlessly until she could handle no more.

  “It’s too much,” she cried out at the combination of pleasure and pain.

  “It’s not enough,” he answered as he levered himself over her.

  With a hand on each thigh, he pushed her legs wide. She watched breathlessly as he guided the tip of his cock to her entrance. In one swift motion, he plunged his entire length into her.

  She gasped, struggling in vain to accommodate the sheer size of him. His hips spread her legs wide, but after that single thrust, he remained still.

  “Son of a bitch!” he swore. Remaining where he was he demanded, “How long has it been?”

  She was on fire, the unused muscles of her vagina stretched tight around his girth. “A while,” she panted. “It’s been a while.”

  She was concentrating so intently on relaxing, she missed the look on his face. Anger and worry replaced awe.

  “Why didn’t you tell me, dammit?” he thundered.

  What in the hell was the man raving about, and what right did he have to be mad? It was her pussy that felt as if it was being split in two.

  “Are you going to yell at me or fuck me?” she demanded, her anger surfacing.

  He made a choking sound at her words then began to move. At first, the stinging sensation was too much, but before she had the chance to protest, the burn of pain turned into a mind-numbing burn of pleasure and she found herself moving with him. Meeting him stroke for stroke. Thrust for thrust.

  “Like this, Little Darlin’?” he asked. “Is this how you want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes, yes,” she screamed as the walls of her pussy tightened around his shaft, keeping him buried deep within her depths until she felt the warm splash of his cum as it jetted from him into her.

  The man was amazing. Not only had he turned her into a wanton creature who was willing to do naughty things in public, but now she was cursing on top of it. And she’d started with the worst word of all, but boy-oh-boy did it ever feel good.

  When her body finally settled down, with no more aftershocks clenching her vaginal muscles, he pulled ever so slowly from her.

  Rolling onto his side, he took her along with him. “You should have told me.” The words were an accusation deflating the cloud she’d been riding high on.

  “It’s okay, Sean. You didn’t hurt me.”

  Her words seemed to soothe him. Nothing more was said. Honor was drifting off to sleep when Sean’s chest began to shake. A deep rumble followed.

  It took her a minute to realize he was laughing. His laugh was infectious. Without even knowing the reason, she joined him. In moments, the stress of losing her aunt and finding herself alone in Texas, thrust into a relationship she wasn’t sure she wanted h
ad melted, to be replaced with emotions she wasn’t sure she was ready to deal with.

  “What’s so funny?” she asked when she’d calmed down enough to catch her breath.

  “You, sweetheart. Not a bad word in sight and then you go and drop a bomb like the F-word.” He began to laugh again.

  “Well,” she said, punching him in the ribs. “You said you wanted me to talk dirty. Besides, you made me mad yelling at me like that.”

  It seemed like a perfectly good reason to Honor, but the words sobered Sean instantly.

  “If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I’ll put you over my knee. I won’t allow you to do anything that might hurt you.” When he seemed to get a hold of his temper once again he muttered, “All you had to do was speak up, and I’d have slowed down.” Of course, he wasn’t a hundred percent sure that was the honest truth, but that was his story and he was sticking to it.

  “Promises, promises,” she taunted, thinking another spanking might not be such a bad thing.

  Heck, this bad-girl stuff wasn’t as hard as she thought it would be. Wasn’t there some saying that a man might want a lady in public, but it was a whore he wanted in the bedroom? From this day forth that would be her new goal, to be the best of both worlds.

  The thought brought a smile to her lips. Her eyes began to droop. The last thought that filtered through her mind before she drifted off to sleep was that soon she would have a pussy just as bald as Sean’s head.

  Chapter Eight

  The next morning dawned way before Sean was ready for it. Squinting his eyes against the sun filtering through the gaping curtains, he climbed out of bed. The first order of business was a steaming cup of coffee.

  Scratching his chest, he headed to the kitchen, but before leaving his room, was instead sidetracked by a noise.

  Humming. It took a second for his mind to clear, and the previous night to work its way past his bleary-eyed morning confusion.