Redeeming Justice (28 page)

Soon though, it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. There was so much more of him to
enjoy. When she let go of the shaft and it lay against his stomach, all sorts of wicked
thoughts and desires flooded her thoughts. Placing both hands on the insides of his
thighs, she pressed them open wider to give her complete access then flicked her tongue
briefly on his balls before laving the flat of her tongue along the underside of his
cock from root to tip. When his staff twitched from the simple caress she whimpered
with delight, returning again and again to the base, repeating the smooth stroking
of his flesh.

He didn’t disappoint, groaning his pleasure, letting her know what she was doing excited
and pleased him. It still wasn’t enough. She needed to feel the strength of his manhood
between her lips, sliding against her tongue.

Bringing her hands to his flesh, she was surprised to see the trembling in her fingers
as equal parts arousal and satisfaction drove her on. She wanted and needed him, yes,
but feeling his desire, knowing she was giving him pleasure, took her to a place she’d
never been before.

Not knowing how much of his impressive length she could take, Meghan experimented
at first with shallow strokes as she suckled on him with growing abandon. God. He
tasted so good. Saliva flooded her mouth increasing every glorious sensation a hundredfold.

When she felt his hand on her head again, gathering her hair into his fist, she went
a little wild, got overeager in her strokes, taking him too deep too fast making her
pull back suddenly as her gag reflex took over.

“Easy, lover,” he purred as she struggled with the unwanted response.
Dammit.
She wanted more. It wasn’t enough to only take a portion of his magnificent cock
when in her mind’s eye she saw something much more primitive. Meghan wanted all of
him—every hard, glorious inch—throbbing in her throat. She moaned at the thought.

Giving her senses a chance to calm before trying again, she relaxed and swirled her
tongue around the shaft in her mouth. When she was ready, Meghan started the slow
up and down motion again, moving her head in an erotic figure eight on each stroke
as she took him deeper. His grunts let her know he liked the move as much as she enjoyed
feeling him dominate her mouth.

“Ah, God,” he groaned. “Baby, that looks and feels fucking fantastic.” She thrilled
knowing he was watching her lips stretch around his hardness, enjoying the way her
mouth turned greedy, demanding more and more.

Reaching for the hand he had fisted in her hair she pressed it firmly against her
head wanting to feel his power and knowing full well that should he want to, he could
force her into taking all of him.

Cupping his balls in one hand, while guiding his staff with the other, Meghan swallowed
another rumbling groan that erupted inside him and went for the gusto. Her body was
on fire with desire, her insides tightening with each delicious stroke of her mouth.
She wondered if it was possible to come from what she was feeling and knew in that
moment that there was no doubt that she could. He’d been right. It wasn’t just about
him. They were equal partners in this exquisitely primal act. She was beyond turned
on, desperate to possess every part of him with her mouth while her pussy twitched
and throbbed.

The fever inside her increased as she picked up tempo, swallowing as much as she could
then withdrawing slowly, suckling him with joyful abandon. On each downward plunge
she managed a bit more until she felt the head of his beautiful cock nudge the back
of her throat.
Oh God.
He was almost there. Where she wanted him.

Saliva was dripping from her mouth covering the fingers massaging his balls as she
bobbed up and down with increasing fervor. Meghan was almost blind with lust, unaware
of anything else except his heat and hardness. It was nothing short of magnificent
perfection.

In her dazed state it took a moment to realize he was pulling her head away from his
swollen flesh. She moaned, resisting his efforts to disengage unsure what was causing
him to back off. She heard him chanting her name as her head cleared.

“Meghan. Baby,” he groaned. “Oh God. Your mouth. It’s too much. I’m gonna come if
you don’t stop.”

She almost jack-knifed with pure, unadulterated joy when she heard what he was telling
her, but he was fucking crazy if he thought for one minute that she was going to back
off now.
Nuh-uh. No way.
This was her
true
reward. She wanted to know what it felt like to bring him to his knees, until the
desire stole his control and he pumped into her throat, releasing his come deep as
an orgasm she’d given to him ripped through his body.

Doubling down on the sucking and thrusting, she knew the moment he understood she
wasn’t giving in when both his hands went to her head and his hips started to buck
into her mouth. Even though she couldn’t see, her mind created a devastatingly erotic
image of his hands guiding her head as her mouth took him deep while his thighs trembled.

In a moment she’d never forget, Meghan felt her nose brush against the soft hair gathered
at the base of his enormous cock as her throat relaxed and welcomed him in. Holding
her there briefly with his touch, he let her retreat and catch her breath only to
have him push her back down again and again. There wasn’t anything rough or scary
about his hold on her, in fact she welcomed it.

She was moaning on his cock as it buried in her throat over and over. Meghan was seriously
impressed by how deep she was taking him. Her body told her that her enjoyment in
sucking him off was what made the difference.

She moaned and felt the reverberations of the sound all along the hard flesh, swelling
inside her mouth alerting Meghan to his approaching climax. It was so personal and
sensual, feeling him thick with desire.
For her
. A soft whimper escaped her lips a second before she felt him tense then start wildly
bucking his hips as his cock battered the back of her throat. She was ecstatic when
the first spurts of hot fluid hit her tongue.

Alex was coming and nothing in her previous experience prepared her for the sense
of triumph and sweet drugging pleasure that raced through her body. The grunts and
groans erupting along with his release wrapped around her senses and held on tight.
His hand fell from her head and hung limp at his side.

As he subsided, she could still feel the tremors moving through him. Meghan was overcome
with a cascade of emotion. She wanted to do it all over again. Sliding her mouth from
him, she licked her lips, enjoying the tangy taste of thunder cock’s essence. She
smiled at the nickname she’d given him. It fit so perfectly.

Being something of a visual person, she sat back and enjoyed the sight of his cock
covered with her saliva and the remnants of his orgasm. While sucking him to completion
hadn’t been all that rough, it had been wild and dirty so she figured two out of three
wasn’t so bad.

Alex was having considerable difficulty coming back to earth. He’d indulged in his
fair share of oral sex over the years but what Meghan had just done to him required
a category all its own. Blowjob was such a coarse term that didn’t in any way do justice
to the sensually charged act the Irish beauty gifted him.

Cracking open an eye he saw her sitting back on her feet, gazing at his dick like
she was looking at the most fascinating and wonderful thing she’d ever seen. He hadn’t
expected that.
Fuck
. He hadn’t expected any of what happened. How exactly had she managed to mouth fuck
him without it turning into an ugly gagging nightmare? He knew she’d try – it was
in her nature to want to give him everything she could. He underestimated her passions,
something he wouldn’t be foolish enough to do again.

She ran her hands up and down his thighs and purred, “That was amazing!”

Wait. Wasn’t that supposed to be his line? Forcing both eyes to open and focus on
her, Alex had to bite back a chuckle at the look of total rapture mixed with childish
delight blazing on her face.

“Can we do that again?” she asked breathlessly, reaching for his sex as if she hadn’t
just undone him completely with her ravenous mouth.

“Only if you want to give me a fucking heart attack.”

“What?” she asked, clearly startled by the seriousness of his tone. “Did I do something
wrong? Hurt you in some way?”

This time, he did laugh. “First, unless your teeth get overzealous, I doubt there’s
any way to hurt me and second, you did nothing wrong and absolutely everything right.
I was just kidding about the heart attack.” But not really, he thought. The way she
got his heart hammering in his chest had been a thousand times heavier than any endorphin
rush he experienced on the battlefield.

She looked, well…she looked like a woman who just had a cock stuffed in her mouth.
Her lips were slightly swollen and her eyes overly bright. His hands in her hair had
made it a tangled mess and those magnificent tits, already a sight to behold, were
heaving from her rapid breathing. It all went to his head.

While there was nothing quite like a wild orgasm to make a man feel like he could
conquer the world, being pain-free from the extraordinary massage that started all
this moved him in ways he couldn’t express. He remembered her telling him that the
next time they were intimate, she hoped they’d be naked and in a bed. Seemed like
an easy wish to make happen. And she deserved it. That and whatever else she fucking
wanted.

The unmistakable fact that she got off on his response made being with her the single
most erotically satisfying experience of his life. She was totally unique. Was it
her uncontrived innocence that made her that way or was it something else? Something
entirely to do with her feelings for him?

Even though it was the afternoon of a sunny day, having kept his room shaded as he’d
struggled earlier with his pain meant that they were shrouded in near darkness lending
an edge to their love play. He wondered how far he could push her. His cock down her
throat had been pretty fucking far on that score but still, he wondered.

“Stand up beautiful and strip for me. My cock loves your hot, sexy body.”

Alex’s mind started working overtime when she rose to her feet and gave him a wicked
smile before turning her back to him. Pushing her hands into the waistband of the
stretchy skirt she wore, he watched with lascivious delight as she wiggled when she
pushed the skirt down over her hips giving him a mouth-watering view of her amazing
fucking ass. Her blue lace thong was absolutely perfect. He could sit there and stare
at her backside for hours.

Giving him something to think about she ran her fingers along the top of the stretch
lace, smoothing it over her skin then slowly pirouetted to face him again, naughty
delight shining in her eyes.

Pouting prettily, her lips still puffy from having stretched wide to accommodate his
shaft, she covered her breasts with her hands, pushing in from the sides giving the
already fabulous mounds an even sexier look. He watched through heavy lids as she
reached behind to unhook the sheer white bra, holding it to her as she lifted first
one arm and then the other from the straps. Finally, she bent over slightly; peeling
the cups from her swaying mounds while giving him a look so hot it could have melted
through steel.

She clasped her hands behind her back in an innocently childish way as he stared.
His sexy goddess knew how to present her tits to their best advantage. The thought
of her posing like that for anyone’s eyes but his got the beast inside him roaring
to life.

What she did next was the stuff of fantasies. Gliding to him she cocked a hip and
growled, “Take my panties off with your teeth, Mister Thunder, sir.”

Jesus H. Christ. Maybe she actually was going to give him a heart attack. Grabbing
her butt cheeks in both hands he hauled her close spreading wet kisses across her
belly as he fell to his knees before latching his teeth onto the lace at one hip and
tugging it down. Half her mound was exposed so he moved to the other side and repeated
the action until the sides hung low while her panties held in place only by the placement
of her legs.

Sinking his teeth into the fabric he paused to inhale deeply with his nose pressed
into her soft curls, then pulled the scrap of lace down her legs. He looked up at
her and saw arousal darkening her green eyes. Keeping their gazes locked, Alex’s hands
slid the fabric down to her ankles being sure to caress and stroke her skin the whole
way. After helping her step out of the panties he scooped them up, crushing them in
his hand before bringing them to his face where he buried his nose and breathed deep
all while never looking away. Her eyes flared causing him to smirk at her response.

“Go to the bed,” he demanded. “Turn around and put your hands on the mattress. Keep
your feet shoulder width apart and bend over.”