Page 252 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

MELLY

Oh. My. God. I never knew it could be like that.

Sure, the sex scenes in romance books were filthy.

Oral. Anal. Threesomes. Heck, foursomes.

From behind. On top. Toys. Exhibitionism.

And more. I had used pretty much all of those possibilities when masturbating with my fingers and toys. It was good. Hot, even. Naughty, too.

But Daniel?

Nothing… NOTHING compared.

I had no idea I liked dirty talk so much. And it wasn’t dirty. It was filthy. Technically degrading. Every shred of feminism in my body got knocked aside by my need to be dominated, claimed, and marked.

And we still hadn’t had sex yet.

In fact, Daniel still had all his clothes on. His huge dick was jutting out from his jeans had me remembering what he’d said, that it’d be a real snug fit. No kidding.

I climbed on top of his huge bed and he followed, loomed over me as he stood at the side. His eyes raked over me in the most heated, carnal way. As if he could barely restrain himself from jumping me. I wasn’t sure why he was even trying.

Watching him unbutton his shirt was like watching a male revue strip tease. Then he took the soft material and used it to clean me off. Then… THEN… he stripped bare.

I couldn’t lay there when I had six plus feet of hot, naked man to ogle. My hand went up to touch him, but I pulled it back.

He took my fingers and brought them to his lips in a kiss so gentle it confused me. “Touch me all you want, sweet girl.”

He settled onto the bed, adjusted the pillows so he was propped up, but sprawled.

I moved out of the way but hovered on my knees beside him.

Every inch of him was solid and sturdy. Broad shoulders, barrel chest with a smattering of chest hair the same color as his beard.

Mallory had asked me if he was hairy and the answer was yes.

In all the right places and in exactly the right amount.

He wasn’t one to man scape, or trim and wax his body bare.

No. He was rugged and manly. Maybe not handsome per se, but perfect for me.

I couldn’t resist touching him, feeling the hot skin, the hard play of muscles beneath.

The crisp hair springy soft. The flat nipples.

The abs. Then lower. The V thing that every romance hero had.

It was true. It was hot. Swoonworthy. Sexy.

And it pointed to a perfect dick. I wouldn’t call a dick and the heavy balls beneath attractive.

But something in me, something primitive…

oh yeah, my vagina, wanted it. My pussy clenched thinking about taking all those inches inside me. And not just long but thick, too.

My mouth watered for another taste of him, his spicy tang still on my tongue. But would he want that? How did I touch him?

“What if I tickle you by accident?”

He sighed, reached out and grabbed me by the waist. Lifted me so I straddled him. I gasped when he moved me so easily.

“If you’re thinking about tickling, you’re not ready.”

“I’m ready,” I countered. I wanted to have sex. With Daniel. There was an end date to our contract. Days. I needed–

He lifted me again, this time up as he slid down the bed. Now I was on my knees over his face. I could see his eyes looking down through the valley of my breasts.

He shook his head and his hair tickled my inner thighs. So did his beard, which was still damp from just a few minutes ago.

“Not ready.”

Then he pulled me down onto his face. Grabbing for the headboard, I held on for dear life.

“Again?” Was I complaining about too much oral?

“Again,” he growled, as if there was no other option.

“Shouldn’t we do sixty-nine so you can get pleasure, too?” I asked, still worrying but his mouth was making it very hard to think.

With his big hands, he moved me back so he could look up at me. His mouth and chin were glistening. Me. I knew I was aroused, but that was really wet.

“The next time I come it’s going to be buried deep in that virgin pussy.”

“But–”

“That first orgasm was a freebie,” he said. “This one’s all you. Maybe a little work will stop you from thinking so much.”

With his big hands cupping my butt, he shifted me back over him but didn’t lower me down. His warm breath fanned over my already-sensitive flesh.

“Ride my face, sweet girl.”

I looked down at him, his eyes right there, directly below my trimmed pussy hair.

Gripping the headboard, I gave my hips a tentative circle and my clit nudged him.

“That’s it.”

I did it again. God, yes.

And again.

“Good girl.”

With his praise, I started to move. He seemed to like being between my thighs.

He didn’t think my pussy lips were too big or my clit stood out or I had red hair down there.

He didn’t comment on my scent or what I tasted like or anything.

In fact, he acted like a ravenous man at an all-you-can eat Vegas buffet.

Hungry. Potentially sloppy and eager for seconds.

I was used to seeking my pleasure with my toys, but never with a man’s face.

The concept was the same, but oh so much better.

Daniel wasn’t passive like a toy, but right there with me.

His tongue and mouth moved with each dip or roll I made.

His fingers clenched and squeezed my flesh.

He growled with continued praise and satisfaction.

“So good,” I breathed, tipping my chin back and letting my eyes fall closed. I didn’t think it was my talent at face riding that got me close to coming, but more that he’d gotten my clit so sensitive and accustomed to his abilities.

“Yes. I’m close,” I called out.

“Let’s see if this will get you there.”

I wasn’t sure if I heard him right because he had a face full of pussy, but the this he was talking about was him shifting his hand so it pulled on one side of my bottom and his thumb settled–

“DANIEL!” I screamed.

Wow. WOW. Ass play was a thing. I mean, a thing. And just the press right there had me coming. I had no idea that area was that sensitive or that it was like a button that had Orgasm in large letters right on it.

When I finally stopped coming, I was toast. Daniel easily maneuvered us so that he was leaning against his pillows and I was sprawled across his chest. My head rested there and I heard his beating heart, felt him breathing. Inhaled his clean, woodsy scent.

“I never went there with my toys before,” I admitted.

His hand stroked my hair in another gentle caress. With his dick hard and thick nudging between my thighs, I expected him to be rough and eager to fuck.

“I can’t wait to see this toy collection of yours. And use them on you.”

I sat up, looked down at him. This was the first time I could do that. My hands stroked over his chest.

His dark eyes roved over my face, dropped to my breasts, then met mine. “First, let’s see if you think my dick’s bigger than that vibrator of yours.”

It was time. He was patiently waiting for me to say yes. While we’d just done all kinds of sexy things, he wanted my consent for what was to happen next. I got to make the call. Go/No Go.

He wasn’t Creepy Carl. This was nothing like what it would have been like. I highly, highly doubted Creepy Carl ever went down on a woman. Especially not twice. I had to wonder if he even knew where a clit was.

Daniel had a sexy knack for debasing me in the right way to make it hot. And sexy. Just a look from Creepy Carl and I felt dirty. As in gross.

I wanted this with Daniel. My vagina was saying Go. My mind was saying Go. My heart? It wasn’t part of the contract.

“Condom?” I asked.

He reached out, grabbed the box I brought and had a foil packet ripped open in seconds. I shifted back until his dick was between us and I watched him expertly roll it on.

His feet slid up the bed, bending his knees. Then he hooked me behind the neck and pulled me in for a kiss. It was heated, but sweet. All tongue, but gentle. Yet so naughty because I could taste myself. He was pressed hard and thick between us.

“This is all you, sweet girl,” he breathed when our lips finally parted. I met his dark eyes. The heat, while still there, was banked. So was his gruff tone, his rough touch. Now, he was… dare I say tender? “I got you nice and ready so climb on and take me in.”

I sat up but didn’t look away. Gripping him in my hand–wow, he was really big–I pushed up onto my knees so I hovered over him.

And just like that, I slid down. And down.

And… “Big.” I stilled, wiggled my hips. Clenched inside.

Slid down some more because he’d gotten me so wet.

“So big.” And some more. While there was some adjustment, it wasn’t painful.

I’d taken care of that problem a long time ago with one of my toys.

I stretched and opened and opened and spread wide for him until I was finally, eventually sitting on his thighs.

His hands were on my hips, anchoring me, although the big dick inside me was definitely keeping me in place.

While he seemed patient, letting me lower at my own pace, his clenched jaw indicated it was costing him.

I smiled, so happy. “I did it,” I breathed, then clenched around him again.

“Such a good girl. You’re taking all of me so fucking well.”

I nodded.

“You okay?” he asked.

I nodded. “Oh yeah.”

“Good.” He jackknifed up, then flipped us. From one breath to the next, I was on my back and Daniel was over me, pressing me into the bed, still sunk deep in me.

My eyes widened as I stared up at him. He grinned, pushed my knee wide and back so I was open even more.

“Time to fuck, sweet girl.”

He pulled back, then slammed deep.

Oh my.