Free Robin and Her Merry Men by Willow Brooke Page B

an all or nothing move. He had wanted Robin as far back as he could remember. She was his first jack - off fantasy at thirteen, and now at twenty-five still made the porn flick list often. Instead of the slap he thought would come, she gravitated toward him, willingly opening to return the kiss. Her hot little tongue darted in and out of his mouth, seeking every c orner eagerly. What should have lasted hours accelerated fast. Robin didn’t back down. For each move he made, she upped the stakes one more. John kissed her jaw line, frantically licking and sucking along the flesh of her neck d own to the rim of her shirt . When her hands yanked his t-shirt over his head, he lost all sense of control. He grabbed the thin barrier that still stood between them and ripped, shredding her shirt in two. With his free hand , he shoved the material to the ground, trailing his mouth down her throat and collarbone . Her sweet scent added fuel to his already locked and loaded cock. He pulled away to get a look at her, groaning. The thin little lace bra left little to the imagination. The pale pink of her tight little nipples poked through the fabric begging for attention. Not one to deny, John latched on, sucking and licking the nub until the black sheer material was saturated. “Fuck , you’re unbelievable.” He moved to the other side, tugging the cup down to sample her bare flesh.
    When his teeth scraped her tender flesh, Robin gasped , “John , please!” There wasn’t room for slow and romantic. Robin needed him to take her hard. She had been docile for so long, the sensations he created were unfamiliar. He crushed her tits against his torso and kissed her stupid, working her pants off before shucking his jeans. She pulled them backwards until her legs hit the couch and took them tumbling down . Robin couldn’t control the urgency that rose. She moved her hand between them, seeking out his dick with greed. When she found it, her cunt clenched. Her fingers didn’t wrap all the way around its thickness. Length was important, but she had always been a fan of girth — and holy fuck did he have it. It had been so long since she had fired up the vibrator stashed in her nightstand that it was almost intimidating. Robin pumped her fist up and down all ten inches of pure masculinity vigorously .
    John almost blew on the second stroke. Her little hand milked him hard. He couldn’t handle it. “If you keep that up I’ll blow before I even get inside you. When I c o m e , I want to be deep in that cunt. I wa nt to feel you clench down on my cock when I take you over the edge.”
    “God, John…” She hadn’t ever heard anyone talk like this, but it made her hot as hell. Her body trem bled, rising even higher toward release. Before she knew what was happening, he rolled them off onto the floor, maneuvering where he could get a good look at her hot little body. John grabbed her hands and yanked them above her head, pinning them with one hand .
    “Fuck , you’re little body is hot , baby. I’ve waited so long to see you like this.”
    “What — ” Robin tried to pull her hands away but he tightened his grip.
    “Hold still.” He cupped both of her small wrists in one hand easily, giving him freedom to torment her with other. His fingers tickled down her neck, stopping long enough to tweak each nipple before he moved down her soft stomach and over her shaven mound. “Mmm. I love a smooth pussy.”
    His fingers were rough against her tender flesh, awakening nerves she didn’t know existed. When he found her folds, she raised her hips up in enthusiasm. “Touch me , John .” She parted her legs wide, bending her knees to open as far as she c o uld. He leaned over her an d she gasped . John looked like a Greek god in the dim light , his bronzed muscles glistening . Every muscle was shadowed, accentuating his huge shoulders down to each ripple in his abs. Th e oh - so - sexy ‘ V ’ that made a perfect arrow from his hips to his