Acres, Natalie - Bang the Blower [Country Roads 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (12 page)

“You have no idea,” she said saucily, sliding away from him.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’ve got something in the freezer. I made homemade gingersnap cookies today, and saved a little something for us.”

“You did?” he asked, his eyes sparkling.

She winked and disappeared inside the kitchen. Seconds later, she returned with a frost-covered plastic container filled to overflowing with gingerroot. “The cookies are in the pantry. But what I planned for dessert starts with what I have right here.”

Duke scratched the back of his neck. “What do you expect me to do with that?”

“With the shape of these, you can’t come up with a few ideas?” she asked. “I thought you’d know what to do with perfectly carved ginger fingers.”

“Hank will be furious when I tell him what he missed.”

“Then we’ll just wait on Hank.”

“The hell we will!”

Chapter Twelve

They didn’t make it upstairs.

Duke snatched the container from her hand and led her back to the sofa, but by the time they made it that far, their lips were melded together. Their clothes flew off in record time and were strewn across the carpet. Julie finally slowed down while Duke was pushing her against the cool leather couch but didn’t pause long enough to close the drapes in the great room.

He fed her his tongue, bruising her mouth with a famished kiss. His fingers danced between her folds. With a scissorlike effect, he wiggled three digits inside her, rolling her clit with his thumb.

“Oh, Duke. It’s so good, so sweet and hot.”

He broke the kiss and looked deeply into her eyes. “You know I love you, right?”

Oh yes, she saw the love in his eyes, but the words he wanted to hear in return weren’t on her lips to speak, not after the way he and Hank once destroyed her. Without a phrase to share, she cupped his neck and urged him forward, her mouth catching his as her tongue greedily pressed through the seam of his lips.

He growled and dipped his head, latching onto an erect nipple as she placed her hand on the back of his head. He cupped and fondled her breast as he fingered her. She was wet and filled with desire, the kind of lust that would only kick up a notch once Duke played with the ginger.

Dragging his fingers from front to back, he used the moisture from her pussy to wet her back entrance. Then, he fumbled around for the bowl at his side, stopped licking her nipple, and checked out the contents housed in the hollow container. “Sweet,” he rasped, selecting the thickest sliver of ginger he could find.

Even though figging was her idea, Julie eyed the ginger like the root itself was bound to cause unnecessary discomfort. At the same time, she knew what awaited her.

Duke placed the ginger at her anus and twirled the piece around her opening. The ginger root would provoke immeasurable pleasure guaranteed to satisfy her every craving.

Julie wanted that slick, cold digit locked deep inside her ass, and Duke didn’t let her down. He toyed with her bottom, inserting the root and gently swirling the cold stub around her opening.

“Bring your knees up,” he ordered, still positioned between her legs.

She tossed her head back and nibbled on her thumb. The burning sensation would soon introduce the pleasure she needed. Duke finally shoved the entire root inside her rectum and at the same time, dropped down to her belly, kissing his way toward her pussy.

His lips locked over her clit, and he manipulated the hard gem with a deliberate tongue, flicking the tender point over and over again. She bucked underneath him as he reached upward, grabbing hold of her breasts and pinching her nipples.

“Oh shit, if you keep that up, you’ll have to let me come.”

He shook his head and kept suckling her clit, never bothering to drop down and eat her pussy, something she tried to encourage but failed with each attempt. “Don’t,” he finally said, rising over her. “Not yet.”

“Duke, please,” she whined.

“And don’t start groveling,” he said, smacking her bare pussy.

She yelped as shards of pure pleasure swept over her. “I don’t want to be teased.”

“Too bad. You actually like that, don’t you?”

“You know I do,” she replied, pinching her own nipples and watching the lust settle in his eyes.

Duke fluttered his tongue, wiggling it around in order to further taunt her. “That’s what I like to see,” he rasped, a guttural tone slipping from his lips as he slapped her mound again, and once more for good measure.

“God yeah,” she muttered, clamping down on her forefinger until the digit throbbed from her deliberate bite.

“Come here,” Duke growled, pulling her to a seated position. The bulb in her ass immediately slid deeper, and she grunted as her body accommodated the forced impalement.

“Squeeze your cheeks together,” he instructed her, wrapping his hand around his cock. “And suck my dick while you’re waiting.”

She didn’t ask what they were anticipating as she eagerly welcomed the rising burn. Even though she and Duke never used ginger together in the past, she had some independent experiences. And Duke was undoubtedly wise to the enjoyment discovered through ginger play. The sex between them would bring new meaning to fiery lust and heated pleasure.

Bringing his cock to her lips, Julie dragged her tongue over the slit, flattening the middle across his opening. “Vixen,” he crooned, pulling her hair. “Suck me like you’ve never tasted anything sweeter.”

“Is that what you really want?” she asked, batting her eyelashes.

“I wouldn’t make a request if I didn’t want you to show me what that luscious mouth of yours can do.”

“Very well then,” she drawled, lapping at the end, sipping the excitement oozing from his opening. “Remember what you wished for, because you’re about to get everything you desire.”

With that, she tapped his balls, tracing the heavy veins in his sac as she kissed the end of his cock. Then, she drew his thick dick between her cheeks and squeezed him with a suction so tight he gulped and gasped. Her pursuits for his release didn’t take long to earn her his favor.

He clutched her head in between his hands, guiding her over his cock, diving inside her mouth. She swallowed over and over again, loving the taste of him as he filled her with his semen, and cried out her name as a jet of his cum shot straight down her throat.

She pumped him in her hand, torturing him as skin rolled over skin and his penis pulsed in her mouth. As he jerked and came, she assaulted him with her tongue, laving him until he was trying to get away, pull out, and leave her.

Mumbling against the head, she stayed committed to her cause. Clutching his ass, she gulped as he gave up leaving her and instead fucked her mouth like she wouldn’t give him another chance to try again tomorrow.

As she earned his favor and the last spurt of his release filled her throat, he brought her into his arms and kissed her like crazy. When their lips parted, he said, “You’re a wicked little wench when you want to be.”

He licked her lips clean as they kissed once more. Rubbing his tongue around her full mouth, he whispered, “I’ll never love another like I love you.”

“I could’ve told you that a long time ago,” she said, aware of the tingling sensation between her legs. The rooted ginger was burning her from the inside out, and her arousal—especially after Duke found his release—kicked up a notch.

As they lost themselves in a deeper, more passionate kiss, she tantalized the end of his tongue and deliberately kept him occupied, prevented him from thinking of ways to punish her before pleasing her. And that tactic was the Hinman way. Tonight, she wanted the Jenkins solution—satisfaction before anything else.

She was hungry and needed to be fed. She was in dire need of release and needed to come. Her pussy was on fire and the ginger was only part of the delicious problem.

The man within her grasp had never looked sexier. Best of all, he seemed quite willing to accommodate her. And Julie always loved a willing man.

* * * *

If Hank were there, he’d never let her get by with this, but sometimes Duke enjoyed giving Julie the lead. Some of his most intense ejaculations occurred when he let her work that sexy body the way a woman should. Even though it had been a long time since they’d enjoyed one another privately, without Hank, he’d never forgotten the way she could use those sweet lips and shapely hips to drive a man out of his mind.

With uninhibited freedom to do what she wanted, she climbed over him, draping her arms around him as she whispered naughty nothings in his ear. He couldn’t make out what she said, but her hot breath against his lobe was inspiring enough.

Reaching for his pants, he grabbed a condom and rolled the rubber over his prick. Grabbing her hands, he tugged her forward and had her over his bent knees before she protested.

“I’ll let you have your way after I punish you first.”

“What did I do this time?” she asked, a twinkle in her eye.

“You took the lead without permission.”

“And you loved it.”

He wasn’t denying that. She’d made him shoot off like a rocket without direction. He felt like a bomb exploded in his balls as she’d sucked him. And she’d licked him dry, drip for drip.

“I need more than a spanking, Duke,” she informed him, yelping when his hand came down across her ass. “Oh good Lord! More!”

“More? I’ve got all you need right here,” he said, rubbing the head of his erection against her thigh.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded.

“Only after you tell me something that will turn me on,” he said, his palm repeatedly slapping her round bottom.

“What do you want to hear?” she asked, groaning when he removed the ginger from her rectum.

Tossing the root aside, he massaged those pretty red globes. “You’ve got a great ass.”

“Better to fuck you with,” she replied, bucking against him, grinding on his knee whenever his hand struck her.

“And that mouth of yours is a man’s drug.”

“Better to suck you with,” she teased.

He groaned, rolled his leg under her and allowed her to hump him. She obviously didn’t mind using his body for all sorts of intended purposes. She’d get off however she could at this point, and he knew that much. Her wet pussy told exquisite tales of her arousal.

“I won’t fuck you unless you say something to entice me,” Duke promised her, an oath she’d most likely find challenging enough to force him to break.

“That’s okay,” she crooned, rotating her hips back and forth. “I can get off like this.”

Again, another repetition of smacks resounded throughout the room. “Not without permission, you won’t.”

“Oh hell yes! I could come like this,” she rasped. “I can’t handle much more! I’m tingling from my clit to my pussy, all the way to the base of my spine.”

“Tell me,” he encouraged her. He’d always loved the explicit language Julie used when they talked dirty to one another in bed.

She shook her head. “No, I can’t…if you don’t want to bang the blower, then I’ll take care of myself.”

He snickered, thinking that was just the kind of thing he wanted to hear from her, the saucy little connotation that more or less tempted him away from what little self-control he possessed. He rubbed her bottom and then reached under her, fingering her heated snatch.

Oohs and ahhs became heavily drawn out as he wiggled two or three digits deeper inside her slippery cunt. “I think I’ll take that as a proposition.”

“You should,” she breathed. “Because I can’t wait to feel your dick inside me. I need to get off, Duke. Can you make me come, Duke? Sir, please!”

And that was exactly what he’d been dying to hear! If only Hank were around to witness this moment.

Rather than act surprised because she’d called him Sir, he made light of her request. Tipping her nose with a quick peck, he said, “I guess I could take a stab at it.”

She stood up and bent over, allowing him to see her pretty pink asshole swollen and puckered from the ginger play. Bypassing her back entrance, he went for the front, entering her pussy from behind.

She bent forward with outstretched arms, her palms and cheek against the leather. He massaged her lower back, running his fingers over the scars left behind. He felt the agony she must’ve endured from the fires responsible for consuming her car, searing her flesh. Her ivory skin may have been permanently marked, but he only saw and cherished the beautiful, sensual woman.

He plunged inside her without another moment wasted, fucking her as he spanked her. “That’s my submissive girl. Squeeze your pussy. Flex it, sugar. Clench around me. Close.”

“Duke, please!” she screamed, probably willing him to shut up. “Oh God, it burns!”

He grinned behind her as he inched his cock inside her, working his length between her tight walls. That’s what he loved about the ginger. The root was like introducing a submissive woman to a magical moment, a magnified orgasm so intense that the climax discovered was often so memorable, a sub would later beg for ginger play.

Duke, in many ways, looked at using ginger as a treat rather than punishment. Other Doms wouldn’t agree. Then again, he wasn’t Hank. He liked role-play. Hank thought he had the leading role.