Free Whisper by Tressie Lockwood

dark like ripe berries. His mouth watered. “You don’t know what you’re doing, Whisper.”
     
    “I’m using my prerogative,” she answered without hesitation.
     
    Again he forced his gaze to meet hers. This time while there was nervousness, there was also determination. Her lips were set in a straight line, her jaw clenched and chin high. He hesitated, but then she raised one of his hands and laid it on her breast. A soft touch on his hardened cock put him beyond the point of no return.
     
    “Let’s just have some fun,” she said.
     
    He knew this wasn’t what she preferred. Sex wasn’t all fun for her. The act was more a physical expression of the love she felt for the right man. He knew all this, and shame washed through his mind before desire drowned it out. He couldn’t say no.
     
    Alec said nothing. Although her dress was ruined, he used the zipper at the back to loosen it some more and slipped it down her body to drop on the ground. She reached behind her to unhook her bra, and he caught her hands before she could follow with her panties. She stood there in nothing but her heeled shoes and her red panties. Her skin was smooth and brown. Her luscious figure rounded, breasts full and hips wide. He took in the sight of her thighs, thicker than any of his previous lovers, and he tormented himself with thoughts of them wrapped around his waist or parted while he delved between them with his tongue.
     
    “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he demanded.
     
    She uttered a laugh that was half clipped, half trembling. “You don’t have to say that. I’ve said yes.”
     
    “Foolish,” he growled and dropped to his knees. She yelped when he ripped her panties to shreds and tossed the material away. Alec expected her cream to taste good, but he never imagined it would be this good. He pushed his tongue deep into her pussy and lapped at her juices. Whisper whined and shifted her hips. He caught them in a strong grip to keep her still while he feasted.
     
    “Alec,” she moaned in protest. He lapped faster, hungry for more. A tremor passed through her thighs, and he squeezed them as he pulled her closer. Alec came up higher to support her weight and let her legs rest on his shoulders. He ate her sweet pussy with relish, alternating between sucking at her clit and lips and delving inside her.
     
    He hadn’t been at it long before she cried out once again, and her limbs began shaking. A gush of cream rushed down her channel and filled his mouth. He moaned and massaged her little bud with his lips until the orgasm eased. After she was done, with his face bathed in her juices, he kissed his way up her belly and then stood up. Alec cleaned off and then undid his pants. He watched for her reaction to his erection. At nine inches, he knew he was a little too much for some women and just right for others. What was important in his opinion was that he knew how to use it.
     
    Whisper’s eyes widened when she saw his tool, and he grinned in satisfaction. She appeared more turned on than fearful, and he liked that. Once more, he parted her legs and aimed his cock toward her entrance. First, he teased her clit with the tip. Precome coated her bud which was still erect, but he pulled back.
     
    “I need to cover up.” She appeared alarmed at his words, but he chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m prepared.” He peeled a condom from his wallet, tore into the packet, and had himself gloved within a matter of moments.
     
    From the first entry, chills raced over his arms. She was so tight, he couldn’t catch his breath. He leaned a hand on the tree behind her and paused. If he wasn’t careful, he would come much too soon. So he seated his cock as deep as it would go and waited until he calmed down.
     
    Whisper clutched his shoulders. Her eyes had drifted closed, and her lips parted. The panting told him she was just as affected by their intimate connection as he was.
     
    “Just a moment, honey,” he