He cups my breasts, dipping his head down and taking a taut nipple into his mouth. As he sucks, I unleash a primal grunt, deep and low, and I hear him chuckle against me.
His eyes rise to meet mine. “Damn, you have a lot of pent up frustration.”
“You have no idea,” I say, pressing his face back to my chest.
“Yes, ma’am,” he mutters, before getting back to work.
This is exactly what I need—heis exactly what I need.
He laps at my breasts as he reaches down, shifting the fabric of my skirt until his hand is on my bare thigh.
I shudder, my breath hitching in my chest.
His hand climbs my thigh slowly until his fingers graze the lace of my panties. I suck in a breath, wanting so badly for him to tear them off and take me hard, like his body was meant for. But
instead, he caresses my sex lightly before sliding my panties and skirt down my legs and off my body.
He kisses a trail down my stomach, throwing my legs over his shoulders forcefully. His lips graze my mons, moving lightly down to the slit of my sex.
“Oh, fuck—you’re so hot,” he rasps. “I can’t wait to make this pretty pussy come.”
My moan comes out like purr, and when his tongue delves into my sex, I cry out in sweet, pent-up agony.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs as my back arches up, my sex pressing against his face.
He doesn’t shy away, unleashing a flurry of tantalizing licks, each one edging closer to the little bundle of nerves that threatens to make me explode.
He adds a finger, pushing it deep into me, pumping it in time with his steady tongue movements. I try to restrain myself, not wanting it to end. But that plan unravels when he takes a deep suck of my clit.
“Holy fuck!” I scream out, my hips jerking upward.
He doesn’t stop and I feel my body surge, coming hard as he maintains his rhythm.
His strong arms circle my body as I buck wildly, riding the high of my orgasm. Everything about this moment is perfect. Everything about him is perfect.
My body slows, twitching from overstimulation. I push his head away, and he looks up at me with a cocksure grin, clearly proud of his masterful skills.
“Would you like an encore performance, because I can go all night?”
“I need you inside of me,” I plead, my voice hoarse from desperate want.
His eyes brighten, and he rises to his knees on the lounge to undo his pants. He begins sliding them down, but he’s taking too damn long, and I can barely stand the anticipation.
His cock is what most men like to believe they have: bold, thick, and as imposing as anything I’ve ever seen.
I reach up, grab his bicep, and pull him down on top of me. “I can’t wait another second longer!”
“Yes, ma’am,” he whispers, pressing his erection against my core.
For a split second, I worry that he’s too big. That I’m not going to be able to take him. That this whole ordeal will lead to a trip to the ER, but as he pushes into me, the pain is fleeting and soon replaced by sheer bliss.
“God, you’re so wet,” he rasps into my ear as he sinks deeper, “so fucking perfect.”
My eyes practically roll into the back of my head as he fills me, stretching me more than any man before him.
His body stills, and he smooths my hair away from my face, kissing me lightly. “You okay?”
“Don’t stop!” I say with a frantic edge to my voice.
