She just stared up at me through teary eyes. Her tongue tried to keep up, pushing on the underside of my dick, but it wasn’t necessary.
“I’m so close,” I said to her.
Instantly, she stopped fighting it, letting me take control of her body. Having Race on her knees, with my dick in her mouth and listening to my commands, was more than I could take. I exploded inside her.
Everything in the room went blurry. Come chills racked my body as my legs began to buckle. I gripped her hair tighter, grounding myself to her as support as I rode the wave of ecstasy.
By the time my orgasm had passed, I was breathless and panting. I couldn’t get air in fast enough as I released her hair and leaned forward, completely winded.
“Jesus,” I muttered as I eased my softening cock from her mouth.
She wiped the corners of her mouth, pulling the last drops of me onto her tongue before swallowing.
If my dick were hard, I would’ve come again from seeing her do that.
“Good girl.” I stroked the side of her cheek, finding a little bit she’d missed.
I placed the pad of my thumb against her mouth. “Open up. One last drop.”
As I slid my finger inside, my dick twitched but quickly fell flat, totally milked and spent.
“I can’t decide if you’re an asshole or not,” she muttered after she’d swallowed.
“But you like me anyway.”
“Hardly,” she shot back as she climbed to her feet.
“Your pussy says otherwise.”
“Bastard.”
“I bet you’re still wet. Maybe wetter after sucking my cock.” I grabbed her arms and pulled her toward me.
“Am not,” she said, pushing against my chest.
Reaching down, I slid my fingers through her, feeling her wetter than before. She moaned as her mouth fell open and then she gasped. After raking her with my fingertips, I brought them back up to our faces.
“Liar,” I murmured as I placed them against my tongue and brought her mouth to mine. I wanted her to taste exactly what I had—her on my tongue.
I wasn’t done with her yet.
The night was still young.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Try Me, Princess
Race
Itwirledmy finger against his pec, making tiny circles. “You don’t understand how I grew up.”
As he stroked the side of my arm, he inched his body closer, resting his chin on top of my head. “Tell me, then.”
“It’s so boring.”
“I don’t think anything you say is boring.”
“Fine,” I whispered as I caressed his skin. “My mother was a total religious prude.”
