Marisa Chenery - To Lovea Cougar

Another loud purr pushed out of him.

Blaise looked down and watched Harley slowly sink to her knees in front of him. She thrust her free hand into the back of his jeans and gripped his ass. She fisted his cock at the base and lapped the very tip with her tongue. He locked his knees to keep himself upright.

She gave him a couple more good licks before she opened her mouth and took him inside. She greedily sucked, stroking with her hand what she couldn’t take with her mouth. Her head moved forward and back as she slid him in and out, keeping the delicious pressure around his length.

He rocked his hips, matching the pace she set.

All too soon Blaise had to stop her or risk coming in her mouth. It would end things a lot faster than he intended. Harley was still fully clothed, and he wanted the chance to explore her body as she’d done his before either of them found their release.

He eased away, then brought her to her feet with a gentle hand around her arm. Blaise removed her top. He stared down at the sheer bra she wore, easily able to see the dusky rose of her nipples. He covered her breasts with his hands and stroked his thumbs across the tight peaks before he set to work on removing her jeans.

Once Harley stood only in her matching bra and panties, Blaise took in what he’d revealed.

Her body was curvy in all the right places. He couldn’t wait to get his lips and tongue all over her, learning every inch of skin.

He met her gaze and held it as he undid the front clasp of her bra, then took it off. Blaise lifted her and carried her the very short distance to his king-sized bed. He placed her on the mattress and climbed up next to her, stretching out onto his side. Her chest rapidly rose and fell with each quick breath she took. The scent of her arousal filled his nose, increasing his need for her.

Blaise bent his head and licked the hollow of Harley’s throat before he kissed his way down to her breasts, which had been enticing him to suck on them. He cupped one and swirled his tongue around the nipple. She arched her back in invitation, a throaty moan leaving her. He took the peak into his mouth and sucked as he plucked at the opposite one with his thumb and index finger.

He left her breast and continued downward, placing featherlight kisses across her ribs to her bellybutton. He dipped his tongue inside it, then shifted even lower. Blaise used his teeth to drag her panties down. Once they snagged on her hips, he hooked a finger in them and pulled them the rest of the way off.

Blaise reached between Harley’s legs and ran a finger along her pussy, collecting her juices. He brought it to his mouth and licked it clean, the flavor of her making him purr. His cock ached to be inside her, but the scent of her arousal enticed him to taste even more.

He settled between her spread thighs, his shoulders pressing them farther apart, and tongued her pussy. She let out a whimpered moan, her fingers sinking into his hair as she held him to her. He licked and sucked, returning the pleasure she’d given him when she’d taken his cock into her mouth.

“No more,” Harley said on a gasp. “I want you inside me, your cock filling me. Now.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for me?”

She tugged on his hair. “Yes. God yes.”

Blaise shucked his jeans before he crawled up Harley’s body, settling his hips between her legs, the head of his cock against her slick opening.

“Then you can have me.”

He pushed forward until her pussy closed around the head of his shaft. He pulled slightly back, then pushed a little farther inside. He kept up the forward-and-retreat movement until he’d worked his full length into her.

Blaise lifted his upper body onto his bent arms and set a steady pace, his hips thrusting between Harley’s spread thighs. Her pussy fit his cock like a glove. Her inner muscles squeezed around his shaft, increasing the delicious sensations he felt. He purred, unable to hold it at bay, telling her in the way of his kind how much he enjoyed being inside her.

Harley raised her legs to either side of his hips as she lifted hers to match each of his strokes.

She held on to his biceps, her fingers digging into his muscles. Breathy moans left her. He looked down to see she had her eyes closed, the pleasure she felt written on her face.

He quickened his pace, his cock growing harder. His release edged ever closer, building at the base of his spine. Blaise angled his thrusts higher so his shaft rubbed against Harley’s clit as he pushed inside her pussy. She panted, her hands tightening even more around his arms.

“Just like that. Don’t stop,” Harley said. “Oh, so close.”

“Come. I’ll be right there with you.”

Her inner muscles fluttered around his cock, then clutched and released it as she climaxed. He pumped his hips faster, his point of no return rushing up to meet him. He let loose with a cat growl, falling into an intense orgasm. His shaft pulsed deep inside her, filling her with his cum.

Once it was over, Blaise collapsed on top of Harley, making sure to take some of his weight on his arms so he didn’t crush her with his larger size. He gently kissed her, his cock still buried inside.

“I don’t know about you,” he said, “but I want to do that again.”

Harley smiled. “Most definitely. We can go for round two as soon as you’re up for it.”

Blaise rolled off her and sat up. “In that case, let’s have more wine while we wait. No point in wasting the bottle.”

He reached over to the nightstand for their drinks as Harley pushed herself into a sitting position. Blaise ran his gaze over her naked body.

Making love to her one time wasn’t nearly enough. And he was pretty sure his recovery time wouldn’t last any longer than it took for them to finish their glasses of wine.

Blaise woke with a start, not sure what had awakened him. He looked down at Harley who was fast asleep against his side, her head pillowed on his chest. A quick look at the clock showed it was late in the morning, pushing noon. He wasn’t surprised to find it so. They’d been up most of the night making love. The last bout had ended close to dawn.

The sound of his mother shouting his name and Taylor’s had Blaise sitting bolt upright. There was no mistaking the fear in her voice by the way she called them. He jumped out of bed and grabbed his discarded jeans, then tugged them on as he headed for his bedroom door, hopping on one foot then the other as he stuck his feet into each leg.

“What’s the matter?” Harley asked, sitting up and looking at him in surprise.

“I don’t know, but my mom is calling for my brother and me. I think something is wrong.”

Blaise threw open his bedroom door and ran down the hall toward the master bedroom as Taylor reached the top of the stairs. Blaise entered the room first. It didn’t take him long to take in the scene. His mom stood at the side of it, crying, looking unsure what to do as his father appeared to be having a seizure.

“What’s going on?” Taylor demanded as he came to stand next to Blaise, who had reached their mother.

“I think Dad is having a seizure,” Blaise answered. To his mother, he asked, “Did this just start?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Was Caleb here already?” She nodded again as she wrung her hands. “Did he give him another shot of the new medication?”

“Yes.”

“Damn it, I told Dad not to let Caleb give it to him. I had a feeling something like this would happen.”

“What are you saying?” Taylor asked.

“I think this new medication of Caleb’s isn’t helping Dad at all. It’s making him worse.”

“We can discuss this later,” his mother said, her voice nearing a hysterical level. “What should we do about your father?”