Her mouth latched onto his in a hard press of lips. It was a simple declaration that she didn’t come to play, and he was here for it. In her head, Vanessa might question her ability to turn him on, but nothing about the way she was owning his fucking mouth said, “I’m nervous.” This woman was going to sap every bit of his strength with something as simple as her kiss.
She released him as quickly as she grabbed him. Giving a gentle push to his chest, making him take a seat on the sofa cushions.
The determination that flashed in her eyes made his cock jerk. She wasn’t fucking around and neither was he, so he quickly pulled his tuxedo pants and boxer briefs down in one swift move. Apparently, that wasn’t enough, though, because she knelt down and removed them from him, tossing them to the side of her as sheleaned in between his legs, pushing at his knees to make him spread his legs wider.
He could feel her heated gaze slide down the length of him. It should feel obscene for him to be this exposed, yet all he wanted was for her to give him everything her eyes promised he’d have.
She wrapped elegant fingers around his base, the warmth of her hand making him jerk again in anticipation of her next move. She gave a gentle tug, and he saw spots in his vision. Possibly because he’d been holding his breath while she took her slow time to make that first move. Once he felt her caress, he knew the cause was that he was so damn turned on, a simple touch from her had him ready to explode.
She let go of him, moving her hands up and down both of his thighs as her raspberry pink tongue darted out, taking one long stroke from his balls to the rounded dome of his circumcised cock.
By the time she slowly licked around the head, his skin was on fire, and he was certain the flames would consume him. She looked up at him and he could see she was enjoying what they both knew was going to be his undoing.
She opened her mouth and took him into her wet heat, and the only thing he could do was moan into the impossible pleasure overwhelming him.
As much as he didn’t want to miss this visual, the feel of her mouth on him was almost too much to bear. Her movements were still shallow, only taking him part of the way into her heat. It was good, yet it wasn’t good enough. He wanted more.
He threaded his fingers through her hair, tightening just enough to guide her where he wanted her. The next time she released him, he held her in place before she could descend upon him again.
Grabbing the base of his cock and stroking up once, he took the head and brushed it across her lips, loving the red smear of her lipstick depositing onto his skin. When he finished amusing himself, he slid his hand down to the base again and pulled her forward.
“That’s it,” he half hissed, “take me as deep as you can.” Applying gentle pressure, he kept encouraging her forward until she had nearly half his length enveloped by the burning inferno of her mouth.
He didn’t know which was better, the indecent picture she made on her knees between his legs with a mouthful of his cock, or the actual sensation of wet lips and the hot walls of her collapsed cheeks rubbing against his flesh.
Either way, his fucking balls were so tight and high, they’d probably climb up to his throat before she was done. He was so damn close, the pressure building incrementally, requiring more and more of his will to keep from spilling down her throat.
Shit.
He immediately chastised himself, because now he couldn’t stop thinking about watching her drink his spend down like her favorite beverage.
He battled within himself for a few more moments before he tugged her off of him, grabbing her by the chin and licking into her mouth. Tongues tangling, teeth clicking, their lips were going to be raw by the time this was said and done. It was a small price to pay, in his opinion. He’d stock up on lip balm because there was no way he was gentling this kiss, not when he felt like molten lava was running through his body, turning his organs to ash.
He tore away from her mouth only because his body demanded air. He used that reprieve to reach down for his tuxedo pants, rooting around for his wallet in the pockets.
“You keep a condom in your tuxedo pants?”
“Technically, it was in my wallet. But, yeah.” He said it as if that should be obvious. Because it should be obvious that there probably would never be an occasion when he wouldn’t want to bury himself inside her welcoming body. “Especially when I’ve had designs on being inside of you all damn day. Hell, fuck around and there might be one in the kitchen cabinet too.”
She licked her swollen lips and chuckled. She might think he was teasing. The joke was definitely on her because he was dead serious.
He covered himself, pulled her up, and had her straddle him. “It’s all you, baby.”
Lifting a brow, she accepted the gauntlet he’d just thrown down, taking hold of the base of his cock, guiding it to her slick folds where she rubbed it at her wet entrance before sliding slowly down until his entire dick was enveloped by her hot, slick flesh.
She canted her hips, and he instantly dropped his head against the cushions, overwhelmed by how deep he was inside of her.
He grabbed onto her shoulder, pulling her forward, nipping at the tender skin between her neck and shoulder. When she shivered, twirling her hips in response, he moved his mouth to her ear. “Fuck, Vee,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Ride this shit like you own it.”
He didn’t know if it was his demand, or possibly just that she was in the mood. Whatever it was, she did exactly as he’d told her. She secured her hands on the back of the couch on either side of his head. That should’ve been his first clue that she was about to destroy him. He was so far gone, however, it wasn’t until her hips set a fast and brutal pace that he realized she truly did own him.
Her slick walls were squeezing him like they were trying to milk him of not just his pending orgasm, but his very essence, the soul that made him who he was. And in that moment, he’d gladly part with it if it meant she’d keep fucking him so good every nerve in his body was so raw he couldn’t tell the difference between pleasure and pain.
She rode him for everything he was worth, and her rhythm didn’t falter until her building climax peaked.
He planted his feet and grabbed hold of her ass as he pistoned inside of her, keeping her on the edge of release, drawing it out until coherent words weren’t possible. All she could do was scream until her throat was raw and there was no sound left.
Watching her give into their pleasure and her still-spasming cunt ignited his short fuse. He held her so tight he’d have to check for bruises later, much later. As his orgasm took control, his muscles locked involuntarily, and he couldn’t have let go if he’d wanted to.
