SIN DE RELLA

A Real Man

Skip

Arella is a f*****g wet dream!

HER EAGERNESS made me harder, that I never imagined it was possible. Her smell, the scorching effect of her touch, and the softness of her curves were such a powerful aphrodisiac.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, and her legs snaked around my waist as I carried her blindly towards my bedroom. I was still busy worshiping her sweet, plump, and swollen lips. The hardness of my c**k pressed against my jeans was torture. The blood rushing to my head dizzied me, but more blood rushing to my other head was beyond my control, and there was absolutely nothing that could cool down the lust raging inside me.

“Skip, put me down,” she murmured against our mouths as soon as the door shut behind us.

I stiffened as she loosened and helped herself on her feet. With my brows furrowing together, I stared at her. Did she just change her mind?

Her honey-colored eyes were still dancing with desires. “Why are we still fully dress?” Her sexy voice rasped as she teased to unbutton my jeans.

Oh, thank bloody heaven! 

“I thought you changed your mind,” I said, sighing in relief.

“No way. Are you single?” Her gaze met mine. Her hands cupped my face, leisurely running her thumb on my swollen bottom lip.

“Just now you’re asking me that?” I grinned. “Well, not anymore, love.” I pushed her jeans down. Kneeling in front of her, I planted soft kisses on her tummy. She had a few stretch marks just below her belly button, and it turned me on more that she didn’t try to hide them from me.

“You’re sexier than I ever imagined you every bloody night, Arella.”

Her fingers ran through my hair. And I finally able to get rid of her jeans, then I stood up to remove mine, keeping just my boxers on. Her eyes found my covered fully-erect c**k.

“You’re magnificent.” Her hand was still too eager to touch after all these years. It made my heart skip a beat with excitement and gratitude.

After cupping the back of her head, I kissed her again. This time, it was slow. I was taking my time since we were both on the same page. If I’d waited seven years, I could surely wait for another seven minutes or so.

I’m a damn patient man.

My hands explored the soft skin of her back, down to her round arse. Gripping them, she moaned against my mouth. Unable to control myself, I thrust my hips forward, then cupping her perfect breast. 

“Oh, God!”

“Skip.”

“Stop it, and I want you inside me now, Skipper!”

“Yes, ma’am.” I lied her down on my unmade bed, still couldn’t take my eyes off her. “Remove your knickers now, love. If you don’t wanna go home without undies.”

“Why not help yourself, Skip?” she teased, though she did it anyway.

I shoved down my boxers. My aching c**k sprang free.

“Wow! Is there anything not so gorgeous about you, Linton?” She licked her lips in anticipation.

“Figure that out, Arella Reighan. Now, spread your legs for me.” I crawled up my bed until I was on top of her. “I’ve been dreaming this to happen again, Reigh. I wanna worship every inch of you.” I kissed her again, down to the soft skin of her neck, to her collarbone.

Her hands grabbed handfuls of my hair, moaning, grinding her hips on me as I drove her crazy with my hands kneading her gorgeous breast, pinching her taut peak whilst my mouth sucking the other, then my teeth tugged her pink n****e, tongue teasing, and licking the tip.

“So beautiful. So perfect, Reigh,” I said as my hands, mouth, and tongue worshiped her body. “Do tell me how can I get enough of you. I can smell you now, but I still want to taste every inch of you.”

I paved a trail down her belly, kissing, biting, licking her navel, and tracing down the mound of her p***y, then she wiggled. “Tickle?”

“Yeah.”

I buried my nose on her trimmed blonde curls, inhaling them. “I thought so. You’re a natural blonde, and you smell good.”

“And how do I exactly smell?” she asked with curiosity lacing her voice.

“Sweet like honey with a little spice in it. Like cinnamon, and it smells you. And it’s driving me insane if I can’t taste you know.” I spread her legs apart, deftly pulling them over my shoulders.

“No, no, Skip. You don’t have to do this?” Her body went rigid. Her voice laced with wariness.

I looked up at her. “What? Eat your p***y? A real man eats p***y, Arella. And this p***y is mine now—mine to eat, mine to lick, mine to care, my mine to suck, mine to love, and mine to f**k. Please don’t stop me. I’d been dreaming to be in this position for a long time. I regretted not doing this when the first time I had you because you stopped me.”

I lowered my head and inhaled her moist s*x. “You really have to make a scent like this. How about you made one for me?” I could just come in her smell alone.

She laughed—a belly laugh. “Are you insane?”

“Hmm. You’ve no idea.” My voice turned a husky growl. If I didn’t promise to make it slow, I already f****d her senseless. 

And this is my Arella I’m talking about.

She shuddered as soon as my tongue lapped across her wet and heated flesh. Her taste flooded my tongue. “So sweet.” It made me hungrier.

“God, Skip.” Her satisfied noises made my heart war with pride.

She panted, wiggled, and cried with pleasure as I pushed my tongue inside her. She grew wetter as I thrust in and out. I pulled out, and let my tongue danced and nibbled her swollen clit, making her almost jumped from the bed.

“Too much?”

“Please, oh, God. So good.”

“I tend to make you feel good, love.” I did no mercy. I kissed, sucked, bit, licked, and plunged with my lips and tongue. She clamped around me, thrust her hips forward, pushed my head down her wet p***y, and ground violently as she flew higher and higher. I nearly came when she convulsed, shaking like an earthquake, screaming for my name as her o****m ripped through like a strike of lightning. 

 After licking her dry, I wiped my mouth and jaw with the back of my hand. “Are you okay?”

“I-I, yeah. I-I guess.” Her stutter made me chuckle. “Lose control with me, Reigh. Just with me.” I moved closer to her, and she eagerly opened the drawer.

“Lie down, hotsome,” she ordered when she found the condom.

“You know I used to be a boss, in the bed or not, but your bossiness turns me on,” I said as I watched her tearing the foil pack with her teeth. I remembered how she looked at me that night. She was curious about how I sheathed my c**k.

“I love the softness, velvety, yet so hard on my hand, hotsome.” She wrapped her hand around and caressed the crown of c**k, spreading the pre-c*m that glistened for her. Then she finally sheathed easily. “I’ll make it up to you later, hottie,” she promised and patted my c**k.

“Hottie?” I grinned.

She positioned myself and lowered her slicked fold slowly with her sweet cry, and my vein bulged on my forehead. Yeah, without warning.

“f**k!” I growled and nearly passed out as I felt her taking me all in so tight and hot. “Jesus Christ!”

She mewled, “It’s Arella Reighan Rogue, Skipper.”

I laughed, grabbed her head, and kissed her ferociously. “Taste yourself, Arella.” I dove my tongue inside her mouth whilst I rocked my hips into her. She sucked her tanginess and sweetness on my tongue, tasting herself.

She rocked me, talking more of me. And I met her thrust, plunging deeper as deep as I could reach. I closed my eyes, taking everything in—I was not dreaming anymore. This is real.

“God, Arella. All even better.” I cupped her breasts, massaging them, then I wrapped my arms around her and turned her over. 

“Open your eyes for me, love. Look at me, watch how good we are together, watch how our souls merge, watch how you make me feel, and watch me making love to you.” I grabbed her hands and clasped with mine.

I moved slowly as she pinned her gaze into my eyes. “We made for each other, Sinderella.”

“We’re perfect together, hotsome.” She planted a soft and sweet kiss on my lips, and it melted my heart. I liked rough, and I couldn’t remember I’d been this soft to any women I had a one-night stand with, and Arella was definitely not a one-time thing.

“f*****g perfect. Come around me, Reigh. You feel so f*****g good. I’ll follow you.” Groaning, I thrust deeper into her sensitive walls, and she met me, tightening her walls around me, clenching even harder.

“I’m coming, Skip!” 

 ”Damn right, you are. Say my name again.”

“Skip!” She quivered, shuddered, but never broke her gaze. I watched her eyes sparkle as she reached the edge—propelling her euphoria.

Jesus! My name sounds like a prayer.  

One last thrust. My c**k pulsated.

“Reigh,” I groaned and went blind with ecstasy as I claimed the carnal bliss she generously gave.

* * *

“LOVE, WHAT are you doing?” My voice was groggy and raspy. I was hard as a rock, and I thought I was dreaming of her giving me an awesome blow job. But this was way better than a dream.

I titled my head, Arella’s mouth was taking all of me, bobbing her head up and down. She looked marvelous.

My heart galloped in my chest as I gritted my teeth. “Bloody hell, Reigh.” My head bucked against the pillow. My brain went foggy. My breathing caught as I watched her hot mouth taking me in and out. My fingers found her hair, grabbing it as she sucked, nibbled my tip, and grazed it with her teeth.

“f**k, you’re good at that.” My hip thrust, following her suck. Once she massaged my balls, I was done.

“f**k! Stop! I don’t wanna come in your mouth, Reigh.”

But she was a stubborn woman—she sucked me harder and moaned on my c**k, and my muscles contracted in response. I growled as she sucked me hard again, and it sent me right off of f*****g space.

“Arella!”