“Oh, yes, that’s what I want,” she whispered, laying her hand on his head as he swept his tongue across her clit. Warmth exploded inside her as he caressed her sex with his lips, then dragged his tongue across her * lips, fucking her with his tongue until she was sure she’d die from the wave of sensations.
She arched against him, wanting more and more, but she wasn’t going to last because he found her piercing and tugged at it with his teeth, flicked it with his tongue, and the vibration sent her right over the edge. He sucked her clit and she came, whimpering, trying to hold it in because they weren’t somewhere she could let out the scream she bit back. He held on tight to her, his tongue against her clit as her climax rolled in sweet pulses that made her shudder.
He pulled her off the table and kissed her, letting her taste her own salty sweetness. Her legs were shaking and she held on to him for support, her thigh brushing his erection, which only heightened her renewed arousal. She reached down to rub his cock through his pants and was rewarded with his thick groan.
He pulled back and dragged her panties off and bent her over the table, then unzipped his pants and released his cock.
“Let’s see how rough you really like it.”
Her * quivered as he tore open a condom and positioned himself behind her.
He spread her legs apart, caressed her butt, spreading her ass cheeks, petting her and sweeping his fingers between her legs to rub her *. She couldn’t take it any longer.
She looked at him over her shoulder. “Ty. Hurry.”
She felt his cock at the entrance to her *, teasing her as he petted her with his cock head. She lifted her ass, teasing him back until he thrust and buried himself inside her.
Ty stilled, his cock twitching as he filled himself inside Jenna’s sweet, hot *.
She drove him crazy, challenged him to give her what they both wanted. She arched her ass against him, torturing him with hot moans and whimpers that rocked his balls.
And when he reared back and thrust deeper, the low moans she made obliterated whatever bit of control he’d been holding on to. His fingers bit into her ass as he reared back and plunged in harder again, rewarded when she threw her head back and said, “Yes. Oh, God, yes.”
“You have a sweet ass, Jenna.” He gave her butt a light tap with his hand, and her * squeezed around him while she moaned in response. She laid her head on her hands, her fingers gripping the edge of the table.
He smacked the other globe and fucked his cock into her. She shoved her * back against him, asking for more.
She was going to make him come hard tonight. His cock swelled thick, his balls drawn up so tight he was ready to explode.
He gave her another swat, harder this time, and she moaned louder, her * spilling moisture over his balls. He reached around to rub her clit with one hand, and smacked her ass with the other.
“Oh, God, I’m going to come. Fuck me harder, that’s going to make me come.”
He found the hard nub, pistoned his cock in deep, then swatted her ass, feeling her * contract around his dick.
She drove her * against his cock and tilted her head back, crying out as she came. Feeling her muscles clench around him, watching her as she climaxed, was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. He lost it, grabbing hold of her hips and driving deep into her as he came, letting loose a battle cry of his own.
He put his arms around her and laid his head on top of her back to gather his breath, then turned her to face him. He kissed her and smoothed his hands over her butt cheeks.
“Did I hurt you?”
She lifted a brow. “Of course not. I told you I was tough.”
He laughed. “Yeah, you are.”
“I enjoyed that, Tyler.”
He shuddered out a breath. “Me, too.”
They got dressed and left. He took her home and she invited him in. They were both hungry so she made them some eggs and bacon. After, she sang for him again as they sat in the living room sipping juice. He was surprised she didn’t object when he asked her to. Maybe she was getting more used to the idea.
When she finished a song, he smiled at her. “That was beautiful.”
Her lashes dipped down across her cheek. She obviously still wasn’t used to hearing someone praise her voice. “Thank you.”
“Why don’t you ever sing for your family?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“You know how to play guitar. That has to be something your family knows about.”
She laid the guitar against the sofa. “Actually, they don’t. I didn’t take guitar lessons until I moved away from home. I learned how to play when I was out of the country.”
“And they’ve never heard you sing. Not even when you were a kid?”
“Oh, sure. I was in church choir when I was a kid. But solo? No.”
There was more. He knew there was more. “Didn’t your parents notice your amazing voice, even when you were a kid?”
Her lips lifted in a hint of a smile. “You blend in with the choir.”
He studied her. “There’s something you’re not telling me. What is it?”
“It’s nothing. Nothing important.”
“Everything about you is important. I told you before you can tell me anything.”
“It’s petty.”