Page 56 of Race With The Devil

I jacked the fat stub of dick that sprouted between my not-so-slender thighs. Tanner moved to lift my kokopelli shirt completely over my head, and tossed it somewhere behind me. He held me firmly with his fingertips against my back, groaning deep in the pit of his stomach when I smoothed my palm over his cockhead. It was heaven to mash my bare boobs against his buff chest.

“Unity,” he said, his mouth full of my lip. He made as if to remove my hand from his cock. “Darlin’. My ever-lovin’. Oh God. Oh God. You’ve got to—“

“Stop?” I squeaked. My fingers could barely meet around his member.

“—stop,” he finished, forcing my hand away.

“Why?” I practically cried.

He was panting, his eyes dilated as he looked at me. “Look. You’re primed enough. But I want to go slow with you, understand?”

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m primed, all right. I’m ready to take your fat, juicy cock into my pussy, Tanner. Come on.” I kissed his full, bee-stung lips. “I’m ready. What are we waiting for?”

“I don’t want you to be—cut it out—I don’t want you to be one of the majority of women who don’t gain pleasure from sex. I don’t want you to shut down.”

“Don’t gain pleasure?” I cried, finally pulling back. “Are you trying to say they don’t have orgasms? I have orgasms all the fucking time, mister! Just maybe not with other men.”

His smile was now sly. “Oh, yeah? Well, now we’ve both got something to prove. Challenge accepted.”

And without any more ado, Tanner flipped me off his lap. I spun in the air, landing on my ass, while he vanished somewhere on the floor at my feet. I felt bawdy and ridiculous, my bare legs spread, my labia wide open, my clit no doubt elongated and slippery.

Tanner set me at ease instantly. He began biting my inner thighs lightly, little animal nips that sent arrows of lust shooting up my inner pussy. It almost tickled and I laughed, but when his hot breath started to warm my pussy lips, I fell back onto my elbows and just watched him perform like a trained seal.

He was majestic. He was a pearl diving expert.

He seemed to spend forever just breathing onto my labia, darting tiny snake licks that barely touched my screamingly sensitive skin. I took a handful of his hair and tried to direct him like a joystick, but he refused to be driven. I tried rotating my hips, so my clit met his mouth, but he ducked from the encounter every time.

“Tanner!” I screeched. “Lick me!”

I could actually feel his smile against my inner thigh! That asshole was grinning to beat the band, and all at my expense!

I shook his head like a dog’s toy. “Cumon! I’m serious! Lick me! Do it, you bastard! If you think that I can’t just shove you aside and take care of business myself, you’ve got another thing coming! If you think—Agh!”

At last, he took me at my word. He dove in open-mouthed, clamping his lips down over my clit and dredging all kinds of animal sounds from the pit of my throat. Oh man, I must’ve growled, barked, hummed, snarled, and yes, even keened. At first, he lapped with a wide, stiff tongue. He seemed to know instinctively where to lick to urge me higher. He kept up this murderous pace for an admirably long time. He must have strong throat muscles. His oral massage coupled with his hot breath and his own deeply male groaning stoked me so high, I realized my feet on the floor were on tiptoes, stiff from tension.

Even better, Tanner kept up an appreciative groan. “Mm, mm, mm.” As though my cunt were the most tasty appetizer ever! And for once, I wasn’t embarrassed to have my legs splayed wide open, a man gorging on my juices. Well, OK. It’d only happened once or twice before—with Evan once, and with another random photographer another time. From speaking to Bellamy, Bee, and Maddy, I gathered it really wasn’t even a common occurrence among men. In fact, those three women said it had only been done to them by their current old men.

So I relished every second of this loving attention from such a macho man. That is, until he started stroking me higher and higher. That’s when things began to swirl around me. Really, the ceiling above me was twirling like a top, like a wheel of fortune. I knew he was stoking me closer to orgasm and it’s like my body refused to accept it. My awareness of the outside world began to shut down. It was almost like someone had applied some numbing agent on my clit. How would I ever fall over the edge of the orgasmic cliff if I couldn’t even feel Tanner’s tongue anymore?

It was as though I were fainting while conscious. I couldn’t move my limbs. I knew I’d been on the verge of coming, and now I was a mindless, sensationless blob crouched in a ridiculous poDsition on the edge of the—