Free Whizz by Sam Crescent Page A

“That can’t be true.”
    “It’s true. I’ve not wanted any other woman but you. You’re the first woman I’ve ever been hard for. I want you, Lacey, only you.” He cupped her cheek, drawing her closer. The angle was odd, but he wanted those lips and he intended to have them.
    Sliding his fingers into her hair, he caressed his tongue over the first plump lip before going inside her mouth. She moaned, opening her lips for his invasion.
    He tasted the spices on her tongue from the food they had eaten. Releasing her hair, he glided his hand down to the boxer briefs she wore, touching her. When he saw them on Lacey, boxer briefs looked sexy.
    Whizz pushed them off her hips until they fell to the floor, leaving her completely naked.
    Lacey turned within his arms, staring up at him. She touched his cheek, caressing the backs of her fingers over his skin. “You’re the first man I’ve wanted to be whole for. I tried to be with other men, but I just couldn’t. Being with you makes me different, it makes me better.” She rested her head against his chest. “And that scares me. I don’t know what to do or how to react. It scares me. Everything scares me now. I’m not used to being alone.”
    “You’re not alone, baby. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, and I’d never leave you.”
    Taking hold of her hand he led her back to the bed. “Get on.”
    She sat down and started to pull herself onto the center. He was shocked she didn’t start arguing with him. Whizz stopped her from going any further onto the bed. Going to his knees, he opened her thighs wide. Staring down at her pretty pussy, his mouth watered. He’d never been one to lick a woman out, but scenting Lacey and seeing her made him feel like a starving man. Drawing her closer to him, he stared down at the perfection of her pretty pussy. Above her mound, where the boxer briefs originally lay, was a single red rose tattoo. The red of the petals stood out in contrast to her skin. She loved roses, he suddenly realized. The ink on her skin was what she loved the most, roses. They were beautiful plants, yet grab too hard and you were at risk of getting hurt. The roses were like his woman, prickly if handled wrongly.
    Fine hairs covered the lips of her pussy. It was a light dusting of hair that didn’t hide the plumpness of the lips of her sex. They were slightly parted to tease him with the view of her swollen clit. In the light he saw the evidence of her arousal glinting at him. Using his thumbs, he opened her pussy lips wider to view her clit. He’d touched her before, brought her to an earth-shattering orgasm, yet he’d never seen her. Whizz wanted to see her. He wanted videos, reminders that she was with him at every turn.
    “Whizz?”
    “Sh, it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.” He wouldn’t take pictures until he had her permission, which he’d get very soon.
    His gaze wandered down to look at her cunt. Returning his grip to her waist, he dragged her back until she was hanging off the bed. He stared at the puckered hole of her anus. Whizz wanted to claim all of her and not leave a part of her unnoticed. She wouldn’t ever remember anyone else but him. He’d claim her thoroughly.
    “I’m going to claim this pussy and this ass, Lacey. I’m going to possess you all.” She didn’t argue or fight with him. He pushed her back on the bed to make her comfortable. Tonight he’d be tasting her pussy and feeling her wrapped around his cock. Without tearing his gaze away, he circled her clit before sliding down to slide into her tight cunt. His finger disappeared within her tightness.
    Lacey groaned, thrusting her hips up against his finger. He added a second finger watching her fuck up to him. Sawing his fingers inside her, he spread the digits open in the hope of opening her up a little. She was so tight. He couldn’t wait to get inside her.
    Removing his fingers, he brought them to his lips to suck the cream off each one. “You’re so fucking