“Seems like a dumb question to ask when the answer should be obvious,” she murmurs, taking my cock in her hand, squeezing gentlyas she lowers her mouth to lick the slit where a pearl of pre-cum glistens.
“Fuck, Annabelle,” I groan.
She slides her lips around my dick, sucking me into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat. She makes a little gagging noise as she pulls back, drool escaping from the corner of her lips. Annabelle swirls her tongue under the sensitive ridge before diving back down, swallowing my cock.
My hand glides into her hair, pushing and pulling, guiding her movements. “Tap my leg if it gets too much, okay?”
In response, she hums around my cock; the vibrations rocket through me as she slurps and suctions. With her hand, she twists up and down my length, applying just enough pressure to make me squirm. Then she fondles my balls, tugging them, and my hips rise off the bed as I groan in ecstasy.
My head lolls back onto the pillow as I watch Annabelle bob her head, feasting upon my cock.
She’s my fucking fantasy come to life.
She pushes me deeper down her throat as her tongue laps and I barely withhold a roar at the sensation. I clutch the strands of her hair, pulling her mouth down as she moans around me.
Sliding my hand from her hair, I caress her cheek and coo nonsensical encouragement. “Your mouth feels fucking fantastic wrapped around me. Christ! Fuuuck,” I breathe out, this closeto losing control and shooting my cum down the back of her throat. “I want to come inside your pussy, baby, not your mouth.”
Annabelle pulls off me, wiping her mouth, as she sinks back, leaning onto her heels between my legs.
“Goddamn, Annabelle,” I murmur. Pushing off the bed, I sit up. Stroking her legs, I slip my fingers to her cleft, where her arousal isdripping, coating her inner thighs. “You enjoyed sucking me off, didn’t you?”
“I did. It felt… I felt powerful,” she admits through hazy, lust-filled eyes. Blushing as she whispers, “Seeing you, feeling you harden in my mouth because of me. It turned me on, Hayes.”
“No one has ever turned me on like you do, Yankee.”
“I need you sitting on my cock, and I need it now.”
Hovering above my lap, she sinks down slowly, gasping as she lowers herself onto me until her wet heat envelops me completely.
“Hayes.” She tosses her head, moaning my name, as she rocks against me. “You feel so good.”
“Shit, you do too, Yankee.”
Leaning forward, she interlaces my fingers with hers and stretches them out above my head. As she finds her rhythm, I watch greedily as her hips sway and pump up and down on my cock, her breasts jiggling in my face with every motion. Within minutes, I feel the telltale tightening within her core, her muscles flexing around me, as her orgasm looms closer.
Releasing my hands, she sits up, riding me in earnest. I palm her ass with one hand, my fingers digging into her flesh, and with the other hand, I play with her clit.
With my eyes trained on the spot where our bodies meet, I watch as she bounces on my dick, her arousal drenching me. I’m mesmerized by the sight of my engorged cock disappearing within her cunt.
“You take me so well, baby. You feel fucking amazing.”
My words of praise send her over the cliff. Like a vise, she clenches, throbbing around my shaft as her body quakes. As her movements grow more erratic, I take over, thrusting my hips to drive into her as she cries out my name.
“Goddamn, you sound so fucking sexy when you come,” I roar, her release unleashing my own. She pants out my name again, her nails raking down my chest as our bodies convulse together with wave after wave of pleasure washing over us.
I surge upward, crashing my lips to hers, tasting myself on her. Her lips part, and she swirls her tongue with mine, her movements growing more languid as her orgasm ebbs.
Slumping on top of me, sweaty and sated, her fingers trace my jaw. Turning my face into her hand, I nuzzle against it, pressing a kiss onto her palm.
26
Annabelle
Now
When Hayes mercilessly opens the curtains of his bedroom windows the next morning, flooding the room with dawn’s early sunlight, I whine, “Why are you waking me up so early?”
“There’s a cup of coffee on the bedside table. It’s not a latte, but I added some vanilla coffee creamer. Drink up, because it’s time to rise and shine!”
