Nights In Black Lace by Noelle Mack Page A

sheathed cock lying along her spine twitched and throbbed.
    He got to work on her nipples next, tugging at them, pulling them into hard points. Then he circled his palm over the hot tips.
    â€œAhh,” Odette moaned. “Put your weight on me. Use both hands.”
    â€œYou sure?” he asked into her sensitive ear.
    â€œYes. I can take it. I love rough play on my nipples. I love you dominant like this.”
    She closed her eyes as she felt the coiling pressure of his body shift. He was only slightly heavier and she realized he was still holding himself up by tensing the massive muscles in his thighs.
    But now he had both hands free and her breasts craved his touch.
    The firm flesh filled his palms and he squeezed softly, cupping and caressing as he nipped and kissed her neck.
    She felt utterly wanton, a she-animal ready to cede control to a male in a wild mood. She let her head drop a little lower and her hair slid off her nape, baring it for his love bites.
    Feeling the hot cock rubbing on her back was sweet torture. The second he positioned himself to take her pussy she would not breathe.
    Bryan slid back several inches, letting go of her breasts after several final slaps.
    She lifted her head but she couldn’t see him in the mirror. He was directly behind her, crouching down—and then his tongue slid into her pussy. His hands spread her buttocks so he could go extremely deep with every thrust.
    Soft and searching, his tongue prepared her for the cock she craved. Bryan stopped for a moment to let go of her behind and spread her labia completely apart.
    Odette glimpsed herself through her tumbled hair. Her open mouth moaned with anticipation, as pink inside as the pussy he studied. Then she saw him rise behind her.
    Her eyes widened when she felt the round, very firm head of his cock settle between the swollen folds of her most intimate flesh.
    Bryan pushed the head just inside. “Don’t move,” he said. “Not one inch. Just hold me and wait.”
    Her whole body was trembling but she stilled when his big hands caressed her back with long, soothing strokes.
    â€œYou’ll get what you want,” he said softly. “All of it. So deep you won’t want to move.”
    He inadvertently gave her the next half-inch, just under the head, when he moved forward to gather up her hair.
    â€œNow you can see. We can both see.”
    She kept her eyes fixed on his reflection. His expression was taut with hot desire and the effort of self-restraint. Greedy for what he’d been giving her, she hadn’t given much thought to how he’d managed to wait this long.
    One hand held her hip, one hand clasped her hair. His dark eyes were shadowed with lust. Very naked, very male lust.
    He dragged her back to take his first, mighty thrust and Odette cried out with erotic joy, pinned to his body by his huge cock. His balls were almost too tight to sway against her. She pressed her thighs together, trying to feel them.
    Ahh. There they were, a comforting, hard-soft roundness at the base of his cock. Primed to pump out scalding-hot come that would fill the condom’s tip.
    Odette wriggled blissfully against his balls, forgetting about the mirror for a moment. But only for a moment. She looked into it to see him looking down at her squirming behind.
    Bryan’s face was drawn into hard lines, but his lips were slightly parted as he watched her succulent cheeks jiggle and push into his groin.
    Her mouth opened in an O as he raised his hand above them. Down it came and she took the stinging slap, crying out. “Oh! More!”
    Bryan kept his cock inside her, not thrusting, but obviously relishing the pussy reaction to the spanking he was administering. His capable hand left sensations she could feel but not see as he reddened her ass for her.
    The pleasure of spanking combined with deep, motionless penetration brought a heady rush of scarlet to her cheeks as well. And having her hair