Taboo (Merle Dixon x OFC)

Chapter 8

"Ooh, yer a naughty lil thing." Merle reached behind him and set the whiskey bottle on my dresser. He definitely approved of the idea. I could see the excitement in his eyes.

"Gotta whole drawer full o' costumes," I said in a sing-song voice, winking. "I'll wear whatever ya want."

"Nah, no role playin' t'night but definitely another time. Too tired fer all that," Merle drawled, placing his hands on my hips. "Honestly, I'm so exhausted, I prolly ain't got much stamina at all right now. Considering this would be yer first time touchin' me, I'd prolly blow my wad in 'bout..." His eyes shifted around the room while he thought about it, his expression thoughtful. "Mmm...thirty seconds; maybe a minute. That ain't cool. Don't wanna disappoint. I want it ta be right." He smirked cockily. "Gotta reputation ta keep."

"I said I'd take care o' ya," I murmured, standing on my toes and kissing his lips. "Lemme help."

"Ooh, girl..." Merle groaned when I sucked his bottom lip between mine and nibbled on it. I rubbed my breasts against his front side, slipping my hands under his wife beater in the back. He darted his tongue out to probe at my mouth, his hands gliding from my hips to my ass. He squeezed gently, both of us moaning softly when our tongues brushed together. I was already slightly wet, but I felt more of my own lubrication slowly ooze its way out of me.

"Lemme help," I repeated, tugging him towards the foot of my bed. "Use me. I don't care. I want ya to. That's what a good woman does fer her man. She takes care of 'is needs."

"Ain't right. Want ya ta cum too." Merle shuddered when I cupped his cock in my hand, groaning. "Fuck..."

"It ain't just you that'll cum fast," I promised, giving him a few strokes as best as I could through the fabric of his pants. He was already hard but grew harder. His cock jumped in length under my hand, desperate for some kind of contact with my body. "I want ya just as bad as ya want me."

"Fine. Just don't be surprised if I finish first," he warned me. "I'll still take care o' ya though."

"I don't care. Just wanna make ya feel good," I told him, rubbing my thumb over the head of his cock. He nodded, smiling.

"Lemme see what ya got on." Merle untied my robe in the front. "I been dyin' ta know." I pulled my hand from his cock, letting my robe slip off my shoulders and pool down at my feet. He groaned, his gaze raking over me. "God, look at those perfect tits. You were right. That lil outfit is sexy. I like it."

"So fuck 'em if ya wanna, or fuck my pussy or my mouth." I urged him on, grabbing the hem of his shirt and lifting it up. Merle let me pull it over his head, raising his arms for me. He gave in to his desire, kissing me hungrily once I had tossed it aside, his hands going straight to my full breasts. His hands were so large that he made my tits feel small in comparison. And rough, I could feel how rough his hands were through the lacy fabric of my top. They felt fantastic on me while he was kissing me. I could taste the whiskey in his mouth, feel his fingertips on my nipples between squeezes of my breasts, pinching and rolling them with skill.

"Oh, God..." I moaned softly when he kissed down my jawline and lightly licked my earlobe. I shivered, turning my head so he could access my neck.

"Yeah, baby." Merle barely responded, but I heard him. His voice drove me nuts, especially when he barely spoke and there was just enough rasp for me to hear him.

My hands clumsily undid his belt, then unbuttoned his pants. I lowered his zipper, gasping when he bit down gently on my jugular. His tongue soothed over the sensitive flesh, his hands moving down to grope my ass. He captured my earlobe between his lips, sucking and nibbling.

"Fuck..." I whispered as he ran his tongue around the outline of my ear. His breath was hot in my ear, giving me goosebumps despite its warm temperature.