“When we get back to the rescue, I’m buying you a king bed, moving into your room, and then building us a house.”
“I already have a house.”
“You do, but it’s a house with an older brother in it. He might have given us his blessing, but I doubt he wants to hear?—”
“Ew, you’re right. Build us a house, far, far away from Beau. But still near enough to the stables. And I want it to have a wraparound porch with a swing, and a mudroom. Plus a huge tub,” I say, looking up at Nathan.
“Is that all, Viper?”
“Yes, that’s all.”
“Good,” he says, “because I’m about to shut you up by calling in the debt you owe me.”
“What?” I ask, confused.
“I won our race, and I’m collecting my reward.” Nathan grips the back of my head, and lightning pings through me in anticipation.
“Tell me what you want,” I say, meeting his gaze straight on. His pupils are blown out, the blue in his eyes but a small ring around the black.
“I’m going to undress you, and then you’re going to get on your knees for me, honey.”
With warm steady hands, Nathan peels my top off of me, baring my skin inch by inch. He brushes his hands over my torso, across my breasts and collarbone, and then unclips my bra behind my back. He helps me out of it, and then undoes the button on my jeans, and peels them down my legs. His hands swoop down my thighs in a reverent stroke, and I bite back a moan as he brushes close to my already aching center. He swirls his fingers along the top of my thigh, moving closer and closer to where I want him, but never going there.
“By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be begging me to touch you, Viper,” he whispers. “This cunt is going to be aching for me.”
I whimper, and try to press him closer. But Nathan stands up fully, and I sink to my knees, a frustrated moan leaving my lips. I start undoing his belt and the clasps on his chaps. I push his pants down, and free his hard, thick length. With the chaps still halfway on, the leather wrapping around his powerful frame, and his cock hanging heavy between us, he looks like a fucking king.
I can’t wait to have him in my mouth. Nathan gathers my hair in his hand gently, and tips my head up. I look at him with wide eyes, anticipation rocketing through me.
“Talk me through this,” I say. “I want to know what you like and I’ve never done it before.”
“I’ll like anything you do, Candice, I promise.”
From this angle, he seems much taller and larger than I am. Powerful. In control. It makes desire pool in my stomach, knowing he could do whatever he wanted to me.
“I bet you’re getting wet just thinking about having my cock in between your pretty lips,” he says, his voice like sandpaper.
“Nathan,” I whine.
He strokes his other hand down my cheek and jaw, caressing me. I lean into the touch, savoring the tenderness between us. A moment later, he finally gives me what I crave, and pushes the crown of his cock against my lips. I open and he slips inside my mouth, inch by glorious inch. He tastes salty and earthy and good. I suck on him lightly and look up at him for guidance.
“Open wider,” he instructs. He eases himself into my mouth further, filling my senses with him. “Use your hand for the base of my cock, and move up and down a bit.”
I do as he says, bobbing on his cock and stroking the base with my hand. Nathan holds my head steady, and then thrusts in a bit deeper, until I’m taking him into my throat.
“I knew you’d look fucking perfect like this. Taking my cock in your mouth like a dirty little slut who likes to please.”
I suck on him harder, and stroke him with my hand again, moving up and down and listening to his groans and grunts for guidance. He pulls on my hair lightly, making me moan around his cock.
“I love fucking you like this, knowing you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” he says. “I can’t wait to eat your cunt after this is done, and lap up all that wetness.”
I pull him in deeper, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Candice. Everyone thinks you’re such a good girl, but you love having a cock down your throat, don’t you?” Nathan caresses my jaw with his other hand, and tilts it up so that he’s staring right at me. Our gazes clash and I can’t look away as hestarts to thrust into my mouth, his leather clad thighs hitting my body as he does, his cock hitting my throat again and again. I choke a bit, and he immediately eases up, fucking me less deeply.
“I’m gonna come soon,” he says. “Can’t wait to fill this wicked mouth with my cum.” He picks up the pace, and I tighten my hand around him once more, feeling his cock convulse as he starts to empty himself into my mouth. Hot jets of him fill me, spurting onto my tongue, and the ache between my legs grows even more intense as I taste him.
“Fuck,” Nathan says, easing himself out of my mouth. A rope of cum leaks out of my mouth as he does, but he swipes it up with his finger. “Every last drop, honey.” I lick the cum from his finger, relishing the taste of him again, and letting out a low moan. Tasting him like this—having all of him the same way that he’s had me—is exactly what I needed.
