“The sound machines work well in here,” she says, smiling. “She didn’t hear a thing.”
Suddenly I frown.
“Have you done this before?” I ask, knowing you should never ask a woman about her past if you don’t want your feelings hurt.
Her hands move to the waistband of my jeans. She’s sliding the zipper down when she cooly answers, “No, but I’m doing it now.”
Her hooded gaze is on me as she slides her hand inside my pants and finds my dick hard and ready for whatever she has in store for it. At this point, we’re not picky. We’ll take what we can get.
“I don’t know if this thing will fit inside me,” she says as she starts to gently pump it with her right hand.
“With the right amount of determination, I can make anything happen,” I smirk.
“I believe you,” she chuckles.
Man, her hand feels so good. I can only imagine what her pussy will feel like once I’m inside.
I lean my head back against the wall and revel in the pleasure of the moment when she says, “Uh, uh, uh. Eyes on me, Dak Warner. I want you to stay in the moment, too.”
Holy shit.
This woman.
I keep my eyes on her as I lift my hips up and assist her with sliding down my jeans. Feeling like a horny sixteen-year-old boy, I can’t wait to get these fuckers off. Then when she slides down my legs to the floor, her eyes still on mine, and pulls them completely off of me–I’m gutted. She could tell me to do anything at this moment and I’d do it.
I’m totally dickmatized.
My dick is sticking straight up at attention through the slit of my boxer briefs and when Katrina moves in between my legs, I know what’s coming. She grabs it at the base and slides her beautiful ass mouth around it and I think I see stars.
“Fucccckkkk,” I moan countless obscenities as she pumps and sucks me off. Then, when she slides a few of her fingers inside her panties to simultaneously work her own pussy, I almost come in her mouth.
My therapist is going to be the death of me.
For a split second I remember where we are, her office, and I grab her hair at the roots and make her look up at me. “While I could stay like this forever, we’ve only got five minutes of this session left, Doc.”
The sound of my dick popping out of her mouth makes me literally fucking sad until she pulls my briefs down and mounts back on top of me. Her heels are still on, knees spread, the crotch of her panties pulled to the side, and the temptress slowly lowers her soaking wet pussy down my length.
“I told you it would fit,” I tell her softly in her ear.
“We’re not there yet,” she counters playfully.
“This pussy is so fucking wet you’ll be riding me like a rodeo in t-two minus seconds.”
My dirty words make her even wetter and, as predicted, make it much easier for her to work her way half down my thick penis.
“You okay, baby?” I ask. Her face appears contorted in a look of painful passion.
“Perfect,” she responds. “You feel…amazing, Dak.”
“So do you. Better than I could ever imagine.”
“You imagined this would happen?” she asks through heavy breaths.
“Every fucking night since we met.”
“You can fuck me now,” she says, almost as if it’s an order.
I take hold of her hips and push them down as I push myself inside of her. Once she’s completely seated on me, I take her mouth with mine, us both tasting each other’s desire.
