Before I could ask why, she leaned forward and sucked my cock into her mouth. Hot pressure squeezed the tip, sliding down the shaft as she hollowed out her cheeks and tried her best to swallow me. It felt so damn good, a hiss escaped from my lips as I threw my head back. “Holy fuck!”
The vibration of her laughter drove me wild as I tickled the back of her tonsils. She couldn’t take me all in, but she sure as hell tried. “That feels fuckin’ amazing.”
Her gaze met mine, and appreciation shone in her bright green eyes. For that look alone, I’d let her tie me up a million times if she needed to. She slowly slid her lips up my shaft, releasing the head with a pop before plunging back down it. It was difficult to sit still and let her work me over when I wanted nothing more than to grab her head and fuck her mouth.
But this wasn’t about me.
This was about giving her what she needed. She sucked me off until I was about to shoot my load. Then she pulled off and stood, wiping my precum across her lips. Goddamn she was driving me wild.
“Can I have a taste of that pussy?” I asked, staring at what I wanted. She had a perfectly trimmed landing strip leading down to some juicy looking lips that were making my mouth water. “Please?”
“You want to do that?” she asked, sounding surprised.
“Fuck yeah. Here, I’ll even make it easy on you.” I slid off the sofa, landing on my knees in front of her with my hands still secured behind my back. “You’re still in control.”
Her eyes were dark with lust as she watched me, waiting to see what I’d do. I could smell her arousal, and it made everything in me want to throw her on the floor and fuck away the memory of every man who’d gone before me. Staying on my knees and submitting to her required so much restraint my body was shaking, but I stayed right where I was and waited.
Finally, she stepped forward and positioned her pussy right in my face.
Thank fuck!
With the tip of my tongue, I stroked her clit. She moaned, and the sweet, sexy sound went straight to my cock. I swirled my tongue around her little nub of nerves, watching the enjoyment dance across her face. I kept swirling and stroking, working her up into a frenzy. When she started to pant and thrust herself against me, I dipped lower and lapped at her pussy.
Sasha was sweet and sassy everywhere. As her nectar rolled over my tongue, she grabbed the back of my head and positioned me right where she needed me. She unabashedly fucked my mouth, releasing her freak in the filthiest way possible. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Mesmerized by the sight, I drove my tongue through her wetness until she shattered over me.
When I finally tugged my hands free, it was because I was afraid she was going to pass out. Feeling all too proud of myself, I steadied her and helped her to the sofa.
Half-lidded and obviously drunk off lust, she collapsed into the cushions with a shit-eating grin. “Okay, that was different.”
“You’ve never been eaten before?”
“Not like that.”
Well, that sure as hell made me proud. I sat beside her and stroked my cock a couple of times, getting her attention. “You ready for another orgasm?”
Her eyes opened a smidgen wider. “You’re getting cocky again.”
“Get your fine ass over here and I’ll show you cocky.”
“You freed your hands.”
“Only because you needed me. I’ll keep ’em behind my back.”
She eyed me. “Promise?”
“Babe, I could have broken out any time I wanted to.” I settled my hands back behind my back.
“I know.” Grinning, she wobbled over and plucked a foil packet from the box. Without breaking eye contact, she tore it open and slowly unrolled it over my cock, one excruciating millimeter at a time. I couldn’t tell if she was fucking with me or trying to give herself time to rally, but she was once again testing the hell out of my resolve.
Once the condom was finally on, she straddled me, putting her voluptuous tits right in my face. I couldn’t touch her with my hands, but she’d voiced no such restrictions over my mouth. I sucked one perfect pink nipple past my lips and rolled it around my tongue.
Sticking out her chest to encourage my attentions, she positioned herself over my cock, rubbing the head against her folds. All I’d have to do was flex my hips and I could drive myself home, but I refused to do it. She trusted me, and I’d cut off my own dick before I violated that trust. I sat there and let her play until she was good and ready. She inched down my shaft. As her body enveloped me, it was everything I could do to hold still. She bottomed out, and a gasp escaped from her lips. She squeezed me inside of her as she slid up.
She must have had a blackbelt in Kegels or something, because her pussy did a number on me. Watching her slowly ride my cock was the sweetest form of torture I’d ever experienced. She was a dancer in her own right with the way her body moved and writhed, putting me right where she needed me before sliding away. She tempted and teased, and I gladly left her to it, enjoying every intensely agonizing second. I knew patience—I knew the secrets of fucking for hours without coming—but that was when I had the lead. I never understood how beautiful surrender could be until I watched Sasha slide up and down my cock like it was a treat she intended to savor.
“You feel so fucking good,” she said, leaning against me.
I kissed her collarbone, her neck, her jawline, every inch that she gave me access to.
