Tristan (The Kendall Family #1) by Randi Everheart Page B

her greedy gulping. His body stiffened from head to toe, his anus clenching spastically with the rest of him. He collapsed backwards as his dick continued throbbing with aftershocks, tingles spreading throughout his body, which had turned into one giant erogenous zone.
    Victoria leaned up, reluctantly letting Tristan’s beautiful cock pop out of her mouth. Her jaws ached a bit, not being accustomed to fellatio anymore, but this was worth it. She wiped the cum from her chin and licked it up, smiling at him wickedly and noticing how dazed he looked. A moment of concern struck her.
    “Are you okay?” she whispered.
    A sloppy smile graced his sensuous lips, the look in his green eyes so joyful that when their gazes met, she felt a thrill. “God, yes,” he said.
    She smiled, climbing on top of him, her creamy mounds brushing his face. “Good. I need to mount that crotch rocket of yours. You can give me a proper sendoff.”
    “Oh, I don’t think I’ll survive that.” Despite his words, Tristan engulfed one tit with his mouth while one hand claimed the other.
    The hot, soft, wet, slick feeling of his mouth and tongue on one nipple contrasted with the firm hardness of his thumb and forefinger tugging and twisting at the other. She shuddered with desire, a rush of sensation engorging her tits and pussy. Shaking with the need to be filled, she slid her wet folds along his manhood as she lifted herself above him, feeling the head of his penis parting her pussy. She moaned and slid right down the hard shaft, hissing at the incredible sensation. Their pubic bones gently collided, her brown hair mingling with his blond, her clit pressed against him, his cock throbbing inside her trembling womanhood. For a moment, all they could do was cling to each other.
    Victoria finally whispered in his ear, “Launch me into the stratosphere, honey.”
    He pulled his lips from her bosom just long enough to say, “Oh, Houston, we will not have a problem.”
    “Good. Sit still while I take care of you. I don’t want you exerting yourself.”
    With that, she began sliding up and down on his member, first slowly to heighten his desire, then quickly to raise his sensitivity. Now that he was gasping, with his cock engorged, she slowed again, taking him inch by inch and slow-grinding her clit into his hard mound and rising up with such slowness that he cursed her. Victoria smiled, her pussy embracing him tenderly, now hungrily, then desperately, alternating her approach to drive them both over the edge. She hadn’t done such things to him years earlier. Seeing the amazement on his face, she whispered to him.
    “I’ve been thinking about doing this to you for so long, Tristan. It’s working better than I’d dreamed.”
    He smiled to hear she’d been thinking about him this way. “You haven’t tried it before?”
    “I saved it for you, hoping for the day.”
    “I wish I’d known sooner. I’d have set a land-speed record coming here.”
    “Oh, you’ll cum only when I let you, baby.”
    He grinned. “Don’t be so sure of that.”
    Despite his intention to let her do the work, he couldn’t help thrusting up and into her. His need took over so that he gripped her hard to hold her still as he began aggressively rocking his hips, plunging in and out of her with precision, his lips still working her tits. She began to cry out regularly, the feeling of being held down and ravaged turning her on. She didn’t want to escape and never would, surrendering her womanhood to the man who’d claimed it long ago and, if truth be told, could have it back whenever he wanted.
    And Tristan wanted. With a groan he felt his body begin to clench, his heart leaping as he heard Victoria yell out that she was cuming, her body beginning to thrash despite his grip on her. With a strangled cry, they erupted together, his cum spurting deep inside her womb as her own cum drenched his penis, their juices freely flowing down his cock, onto his balls, and down past