Free First Ride by Tara Oakes Page B

ledge. Not yet, I tell myself.
    Slipping my hands in between her clenching knees I pry them apart, opening her up until a sliver of pink shows itself and I dive in. The second my mouth takes her, splaying my tongue between the luscious folds until I’ve found the deepness that is her center, she cries out, clamping her thighs tight around my ears, muffling the sound of her moaning.
    The small little curls tickle against my hungry tongue but are soon soaked, clinging to her as I feast on the sweet nectar that trickles. I feel her muscles tighten and release erratically as I latch myself to the hooded nub that draws the most reaction from her squirming body.
    Reaching around and weaving my arms to hold the outside of her shaking thighs I pull, freeing up just a bit more room for me to sink into, deepening my mouth’s grip on her very slick clit as I flick it dangerously with my tongue.
    “Ah,” she wails at the assault. “D—Dawson… I--”
    She can’t finish her sentence as her body convulses in spasms, exploding one after another, leaving her to drown in the aftershocks as I take one final long drawn-out lick of my new favorite treat.
    I nibble at the space inside her thigh, the almost nonexistent softness to her stomach as I bring my knees in to settle between her legs. Sitting up, I watch my handiwork fade from her body and revel in the reaction I have on her.
    Her eyes are closed softly, her muscles now relaxed. A small content smile plays out on her dreamy lips. I can’t fight the temptation and use my fingers to guide the tip of my cock to bathe in the hot, creamy, wetness that is her pussy.
    A deep guttural growl starts low and escapes my lips as I feel her on the very outer rim of my dick, and I imagine what it would feel like just a little deeper. I play with her, with myself, moving up and down the narrow track, knowing that I’m coming dangerously close to loosing all reason and taking her for myself right here, right now, like this, the way it’s supposed to be. Skin on skin.
    “No,” she breathes huskily. “We can’t.”
    I feel my shoulders fall as I accept the fact that I can’t have it all right now. I can only have a taste. “I know, Angel. I’ll wrap it up tonight, but we gotta fix that problem soon.”
    I replace my angry cock with my thumb as I work the now supple little bud in circles, readying her for round two. With my one free hand I reach and fumble through the pocket of the jeans puddled near my feet for my wallet, blindly searching for the sharp edge of the condom wrapper until it’s found.
    Whipping it out, I use my teeth to tear at the corner, ripping it open. The jarring sound turns her on under my fingers and I feel her soft little nub tighten once more.
    Expertly covering myself in the thin but dreaded latex with one hand I check to make sure it’s secure. I fucking hate these things, even though I wear one every single fucking time. The women I rolled with, fucked on the fly, you don’t want to go without a wrapper. But with Angel … it feels like a sin.
    “Ready, baby?” I ask, using her response to gauge exactly how deep and fast to make my initial thrust. I know how hard I want to go, I just don’t know if she can handle it, being all delicate like she is.
    I line myself up over her opening and prod the head in and out, stretching the outer brim of her tightness as I lean forward stretching myself out as if I’m doing a pushup directly over her.
    She lifts her neck up to find me, hands weaving through my short hair, nails digging deep. I swirl my hips to widen her more, knowing that I’m damn thick enough to split a little thing like her.
    Angel takes control of the kiss, deepening it, milking it, and I swear I stop breathing for a second before she releases my mouth.
    “Ready,” she bites my lower lip. Hard.
    Alrighty then.
    Let’s fucking do this.
     
    ~*~
     
    I stare blindly ahead into the dark of Angel’s bedroom. The cheap mattress under us is lopsided at