Night Is Darkest

her hair into his palm as he supported her neck. She moaned when he tugged her into position but, just before his other hand guided his erection between her lips, he paused. “Have you ever done this before? Don’t take more than you’re comfortable with.”
She winked up at him. “I’m not that innocent, Ty.”
A low growl rumbled from his chest. “I liked thinking of you as mine.”
With deliberate languor designed to drive him insane, she stretched her neck to sip the glistening drop off the tip. Then she flicked her tongue against the sensitive underside of the head before licking a path along the prominent vein to the base of his erection, nestled in his trimmed pubic hair.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of his free hand clamped onto the edge of the island as he fought to restrain himself and let her have her way with him. Encouraged, she engulfed his sac in her lips, sucking his balls with gentle pulls.
“I’m going to hunt down the dude who taught you that.” His rasp betrayed his arousal. When she chuckled around his vulnerable flesh, his cock jumped against her chin. “Shit! I want to see you. Lift up so I can get these off.”
The waistband of her cutoff sweats slipped over her hips. Ty flung them across the room. They hit the wall then slid to the floor. When he realized she didn’t wear panties to bed, he groaned then leaned over her torso to bury his face between her thighs. Her mouth opened wide on a sigh just as he lunged forward to lap at the arousal coating her folds.
The position thrust his shaft toward her open mouth. In one long motion, she took him inside, stopping only when his impressive hard-on bumped the back of her throat. He widened his stance, giving her room to maneuver even as he flung an arm over the far edge of the island to perform a blind search of the contents of the drawer between her dangling calves.
If his cock hadn’t stuffed her mouth she would have asked what the hell he was rummaging around for at a time like this but she didn’t have to wait long to find out. Content to savor his earthy taste, along with the shudders racking his steel-hard abdomen, her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck him with measured draws.
Lost in the act of gifting him with pleasure, the press of something smooth and cool against her swollen pussy surprised her. She flinched at the sensation, which contrasted the velvet warmth of Ty’s gifted mouth and fingers.
He separated them long enough to reassure her. “Relax, little one. I’m going to make this better for you.”
The bulk of his torso blinded her to his actions, leaving her to focus on his touch alone. When he buried one long finger in her soaked pussy, the sparks of pleasure threatened to burn her to cinders. She paused in her seductive rhythm with his cock nudging her palate. The disruption caused her to choke.
“You’re alright. Breathe through your nose, sweetheart. You’re doing great.” The gravelly instructions reached through her panic. After she realized it worked, the technique spurred her to experiment. She tipped her head back further and swallowed. The shout of ecstasy that accompanied Ty’s slide into her throat provided all the encouragement she needed.
Her smug satisfaction at pleasing him flew out the window when he countered with a trick of his own. Beside the intrusion of his broad finger, something prodded the moist mouth of her opening. At first, the addition felt slim, cool and smooth but, as he inserted the object along the length of his embedded digit, it spread her further apart.
She moaned around Ty’s girth. The wrinkled sac of his balls drew taut against her upper lip.
“Oh, yeah.” He threw in a light lick on the tip of her clit for good measure. “You like that, don’t you? You’re such a naughty girl—loving being fucked by a turkey baster in the middle of your kitchen. Aren’t you? The blinds are open, you know. What would Mr. Anderson think if he caught a peek?”
Her hum of acknowledgement inspired another curse from his direction. The taboo component of his actions ratcheted her arousal even higher just as he must have planned. The dual penetration of his finger and the cooking utensil filled her to bursting. In desperation, she attempted to urge him to match her increasing tempo as she continued to massage his cock with her tongue and her oral muscles.
The tapered section of the implement tunneled deeper, enlarging her rings of muscle to accommodate it. When it lodged fully in her pussy, Ty dipped his head then feathered a light breath across her clit.
She tried to beg but the bulk of his throbbing erection overflowing her mouth garbled her request. It didn’t matter. Ty knew what she needed. His tongue traced the valley of her slit, circling the tight bundle of nerves at the top, nearly launching her into orgasm. A moment later his lips surrounded her clit. She had to squeeze her eyes shut to concentrate on keeping her teeth away from his shaft.
Her nails dug into the backs of his thighs as she grabbed for an anchor in an attempt to force her aching flesh closer to the source of her overwhelming pleasure. Lights danced behind her lids. In her mind, angels sang the hallelujah chorus when his amazing tongue flicked across her clit in the perfect counterpoint to his rhythmic nibbles.
When she thought she couldn’t stand another minute stretched tight on the rack of desire he’d transformed the kitchen island into, he began to thrust his finger and the baster in harmony with the delights provided by his mouth. She writhed beneath him, relishing the press of his ribs and the way his abdomen teased her nipples.
The veins in his cock bulged as it grew even harder, longer, in her mouth a moment before she tasted the seductive