Hot-Bites, Volume Two by Jenika Snow

Epilogue One

Braden

Two Months Later

Christ.

Her pussy is tight and so damn hot that if I don’t take my time, I’m liable to come before this even starts.

I move my mouth so it’s an inch from Macy’s sweet-smelling pussy, close my eyes and groan, not able to stop the sound. My cock jerks violently. With my mouth so close to the most intimate part of her, I force myself to open my eyes and stare at her cunt. She’s pink, wet and all mine.

“Fucking hell, baby,” I murmur and lift my gaze to her face for a moment, see her watching me intently. While holding her gaze, I move my tongue out and run it up the center of her cunt. She gasps, her mouth opening, her expression hazy with her pleasure.

At the first taste of her my control breaks. I lick her cunt, suck at her pussy lips, and then I lick up to her cleft and suck on her clit. She’s pink and hot, glistening from her arousal for me, and tastes so fucking sweet that I groan in addiction.

Latching my mouth over the engorged bud, I suck on her like a starving man. Hell, I am starving, but only for her. No matter how much I have her, how many times I fuck her, claim her, I’m always hungry for Macy. She tastes so good, so fresh that I grow frenzied for more.

“You taste so fucking good, baby.” I lick her so many times I can’t feel my tongue, but I like that fact, because I know it means it’s as good for her as it is for me. She moans, thrashing her head back and forth, clenching her hands on the sheets. I don’t stop though. I can’t. She makes these needy little sounds, ones that drive me absolutely fucking crazy with lust.

I frame her pussy while I eat her out. I pull her cunt lips apart with my thumbs, now able to see the pink, wet flesh of her. While holding her open, I lift my gaze to her face. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, and her chest moves up and down from her increased breathing.

“Christ,” I groan and go back to licking and sucking at her cunt, wanting her to get off. “You taste so damn good. I won’t ever get enough.” As I run my tongue up and down her slit, she becomes wetter for me, more primed.

“I’m so close,” she gasps, sounding like she’s having a hard time speaking.

I growl low in my throat. “I want you to get off, baby. I need you to come while I have my face all up in your sweet pussy cream.” She moans after I say those words, and I start sucking furiously on her clit again. It doesn’t take long before I feel her body start to tighten with her impending orgasm.

Holding her thighs open, I pull back an inch and push two fingers into her pussy. I’m trying not to be rough, but it’s hard as hell trying to control myself where she’s concerned.

A cry of ecstasy finally leaves her.

“That’s so fucking it, Macy, baby.”

She lifts her hips and grinds her cunt against my face, and I go back to sucking on her clit. The wet, slurping noises of my mouth between her legs has my cock throbbing. Fuck, I’m so ready for her. I start pressing my hips into the mattress, trying to alleviate the pressure by dry humping the hell out of the bed. My balls are going to explode if I don’t get my cock inside of Macy soon.

“God. Yes.” She moans loud and long, and that is my breaking point.

I take my fingers from her, lick them clean, and cup her ass with both of my hands. Her asshole is right there for the taking, and I don’t hold off any longer. I lick at the puckered hole with just the tip of my tongue, allowing her to grow used to what I’m doing, hoping she’ll get off from this.

“Braden,” she moans softly.

I use more force, licking her hard, then sucking on her flesh. Her skin tastes clean, like soap and lemon, like the shower she took just an hour before. With one more lick up the crease of her ass, I pull away. But I keep her legs spread open with my hands on her inner thighs, and stare down at her pussy.

“This is mine,” I say as I cup her pussy.

I’m so damn hard, so fucking ready to have her.

When I rise and position myself above her, the feel of her wet pussy slips along my length. I groan.

“Put it in.”

Oh. Fucking hell.

I place the tip of my dick at her entrance. God, this woman can bring me to my knees. And then I start to push into her, loving how she parts her mouth and gasps. A deep groan leaves me, and her breath hitches as I shove another inch into her.

“Am I stretching you good, baby?”

She nods and licks her lips. “God. Yes.”

I give one last thrust, burying myself to the hilt inside of her, feeling her muscles tighten around my cock. I slip my hands under her ass, curl my fingers around the flesh, and in one move, I roll onto my back so she’s now straddling me. She has her legs spread wide on either side of me, her hands on my chest, her mouth still parted.

“Ride me, Macy.”

She starts moving, working herself on me. I slip my hands over her hips and clench at the flesh, trying to let her set the pace, but having a hard, fucking time not fucking her raw. Her movements start off slow, but she soon picks up speed.

“That’s it.”

She rises up and then slides all the way down on me. Over and over she does this, gradually going faster with each passing second. For a moment, I lose my control and find myself thrusting up, pushing my cock deep and hard inside of her.

“Braden. Yes.”

As much as I love having her ride me, I’m too far gone right now to let her set the pace.

In a quick move, I have her on her back again, needing to be the one in control. I spear my hands in her hair, tugging at the strands, forcing her head back, her throat arched.

“Yes,” she moans. “More, Braden.”

Leaning down and running my teeth up her neck, I love that a shiver works through her. She has her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands clenching at my biceps.

“Lift those hips, baby. Give it to me.”

She does exactly what I say, grinding herself on me.

Placing my hands on either side of her head, I start moving inside of her fast and hard, not about to prolong this. I feel sweat trickle down my hairline. I’m a greedy bastard when it comes to Macy. I always will be.

I lower my gaze down her body to her breasts, over her belly, and stop at the top of her pussy.

With my cock lodged in her sweet cunt, I know I can’t hold off much longer. I start fucking her good.

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“How does it feel, baby?”

“You stretch me so good.”

I groan when her tight body clenches around me. I move faster and harder, in and out of her, unable to control myself. Her pussy tightens around my shaft, and I grit my teeth. My balls draw up tight with my impending orgasm. Fuck, I’m going to come.

And I’m going to fill her up with my cum, make her take all of it.

No fucking way I’ll last.

She digs her nails into my skin harder, and I hiss out, loving the pain and pleasure that follows.

“Yeah, Macy. Fuck. Yes.”

I look down at where our bodies are connected, then I thrust in deep.

“Yes.” She hisses the word out. “More.” She arches her back, and her breasts rise up, shaking slightly from the force.

I sit back on my knees, curl my hands around her waist, digging my fingers into her pliant, soft flesh, and fuck her. The sloppy, wet sounds of my cock moving in and out of her cunt is an auditory orgasm all its own. I bottom out of her every time I push back inside.

“I’m going to come again.” The way she gasps out those words has my pleasure mounting.

Her pussy muscles milk my dick, tightening and relaxing so that I can’t hold off from coming anymore.

“Fuck. It’s so good.” I jerk against her as I come, emptying myself inside her willing body.

“Fuck.” I continue to thrust into her shallowly, seeing the pleasure on her face, finding my own rise. “I’ll never let you go, baby. I’ll never let anyone else have you.”

“I’m yours,” she moans.

Everything about Macy makes me hard, needy, and possessive. I cup the side of her face. “That’s right. You’re mine.”

She nods and licks her lips.

Leaning over her, I run the tip of my nose up the length of her throat, inhaling deeply. She smells so sweet and clean, and I wish I could mark her, like some kind of animal.

“Christ, baby.” This is what it means to want a woman so badly it eats away at everything else.

And I know it’ll always be this way with her. Always.

I kiss her on the forehead, pull back, and just stare at her for a prolonged second. Fuck, I am so damn lucky to have her. I smooth my hands over the indentation of her spine, along the curve of her ass, and love that her flesh puckers for me. Macy is mine—every part of her is mine and only mine.

She’s pliant beside me, and it makes me feel like a real man to know I’m the one who made her feel this way.

“How do you feel, baby?” I murmur against her skin.

“So good, Braden,” she whispers, her voice thick with sleep.

“You’re mine, Macy. Only mine,” I say, my voice husky, determined, needing her to admit it.

“I’m only yours,” is her response.

I pull away and look down at her again. I’m so fucking in love with this woman. I gather her into my arms, and after a few moments I can hear her breathing change. “I love you, Macy,” I whisper. She moves closer to me and I know she’s on the verge of sleeping. To know she’s tired because of me, because of what we just did has the possessive side of me rising again.

“I love you, too,” she whispers, and I feel a smile shape my lips.

I’ll never be that man who doesn’t worry about her, who doesn’t need to know where she is because it will give me peace of mind. But she accepts that, understands that she’s mine and I have to be a little on the caveman side where she’s concerned.

I am the luckiest bastard in the world.