A dark hunger flared in his eyes. He stood, shrugged out of his cut, the one with no patch on the back, and tossed it onto the dresser. Reaching behind his head, he gripped the collar of his shirt and stripped out of it.
Cruz was built for speed with sleek lines and hard angles. Shoulders honed from working construction curved into a sun-bronzed chest carved from lean muscle. A thin treasure trail bisected his laddered eightpack abs. Tagged with ink and attitude and fuckboy vibes because he was one.
But he was more than his dick. Like oxygen, he breathed life into me. More than racing, more than adrenaline, or the fiery sex between us, he made me feel things, things I couldn’t explain. I craved the intense highs I only felt with him.
“Show me how much you want my dick.” With a flick of his wrist, he unsnapped his jeans and lowered the zipper. His cock stretched the front of his boxer briefs. He shoved them down muscular thighs then banded his fingers around his shaft. A few strokes had him thick, long, and hard.
I sat up, grabbed the condom I’d tucked under my pillow, and crawled down the bed toward him. His gaze shifted from my breasts to the slope of my back. “Please.” I was desperate for his hands on me. “Fuck me.”
“Such a good girl, begging to be my whore.”
I touched my tongue to my upper lip, rose onto my knees, and braced my hands on his hips. “I want your dick,” I whispered as I kissed along his jaw and gently bit.
“Get on your knees.”
I was soaked, edginess vibrating through me as if I was on the back of his bike. I slid off the bed and sat on my heels, with my thighs spread.
Looking down at me, he cocked his head to the side. There was that sinister smile and the slight dimples in his cheeks. He gathered my hair in his hand. “Take it, baby.”
I tugged his jeans to the floor. Then he stepped out of them and widened his stance.
I curled my fingers around the base of his cock and touched my tongue to the tip, opened wider, and circled the head with my lips. His grasp on my hair tightened, and muscles in his thighs tensed.
“Suck it.”
I smiled as I spit on the head then opened my mouth for him. With gentle pressure, he pushed in, passed my teeth, slid along my tongue, grazing my piercing, and bumped against the back of my throat. I sealed my lips around the shaft and swirled my tongue along the hard, yet velvety soft skin, and teased him with my tongue piercing.
“Your mouth was made to suck my cock.”
I moaned and relaxed my throat. Lifting my gaze to his, I let him know I was ready. I released his cock, dropped my arm, slid my hand into my panties, and ran my fingers along my wet, slippery slit. With my other hand, I held onto his thigh.
With his first, long stroke into my mouth, I slid two fingers into my cunt.
“Your pussy is mine. Fuckmypussy, baby. Slide those fingers deep.”
I did, plunging in, and curling them inside to find the sweet spot to send electric tingles into my clit.
“You look so good on your knees with my dick in your mouth.” He thrust in and stilled. “Suck.”
I slurped on his cock, sucking the head, and bobbing on the shaft.
“You’re a good little whore. Now open up so I can fuck your mouth.” His voice strained, and he forced more of his cock into my mouth.
As his thrusts hit harder, I matched the intensity, ruthlessly strumming my clit then plunging into my soft, wet hole. My nostrils flared, spit trickled onto mychin, and my nails scored the back of his thigh as I fought to breathe.
“Take a deep breath because I’m about to fuck your throat. Give me your fingers. I want to taste how wet you are from sucking my dick.” Cruz jerked his cock from my mouth, and I gasped a breath, pulled my fingers from my panties, and lifted my arm.
Cruz clasped his hand around my wrist, shoved my fingers into his mouth, and sucked the juices soaking my hand. “So.” Suck. “Fucking.” He licked between them, cleaning me of my wetness. “Good.”
Three seconds later, my fingers were in my cunt again, and his cock was in my mouth. This time, he fucked my face with an unholy intensity.
“Fuck, Micki.”
I choked and gagged. Tears streamed down my cheeks. Every thrust stretched my throat. I couldn’t swallow, suffocating as he gripped my skull, held me immobile, and fucked my mouth.
“Choke on it. I love to see my cock in your mouth.”
Spit dripped from my chin. I swirled my tongue along his shaft, sucking him while he continued to thrust into my mouth.
