“Yeah, well, you bring out the best in me and all.”
He continues to laugh as he sets his switchblade next to my clutch, grabs a toothbrush from the tray, and squeezes some of the toothpaste on it. Giving me a wink, he then starts brushing his teeth, fixing his curls while looking at himself in the mirror.
Beautiful bastard.
Once he’s done, he spits and rinses his mouth, places the toothbrush back, and pats his hands dry on the towel that’s hung on a silver rack right next to the counter. Pulling his sleeves down, he makes sure to keep his eyes on me as he grips the hem of his turtleneck, then lifts it up and over his head. “I thought you were here to help me,” he states. “But by the looks of it, you aren’t exactly doing a good job of it, are you, Cigs?” He throws his turtleneck into the hamper on the other side of the room, then unbuckles his belt.
“You should be in a cheesy porno,” I tell him as I walk over to him. “The shit you say every time you wanna get your dick wet is just hilarious.” I tug his belt from the hoops on his pants, then all but slam it on the counter.
“It works, though, doesn’t it?” he questions darkly.
I put a finger behind his waistband, then curl it before pulling him to me. With our lips now brushing against each other’s, I smile as I whisper, “Always. But…” I pull him closer still, and his warm, minty breaths fan my face. “Just to further prove your point, how about you take off my clothes, along with the rest of yours, and fuck me until I’m dripping all over your goddamn cock, hmm, babe?”
17.
You know when someone says their life flashes before their eyes during a near-death experience? Yeah, I go through the exact same thingeverytime Cignette edges me on and demands something from me. If dying because of an ever-growing arousal is a thing, then I’m pretty sure I’m on the precipice of falling into a six-feet deep grave. Made mostly of gravel fused with my unconditional devotion towards this woman.
My cock strains against the confines of my underwear, making me clench my jaw as pinpricks tingle my lower back because of it.
Cignette’s mouth upticks in a challenging smile as she looks at me, proving my point of just how much she affects me, simply by being herself.
I unzip my pants, keeping my eyes on her. Her expression darkens beautifully, which makes me chuckle. “Fuckingmenace,” I mutter, hooking my thumbs under my waistband and pushing both my pants, and my underwear down my legs. As I bend to get them completely off, I make sure to press a chaste little kiss on her enticing lips, which only serves in getting me harder.
She glances at my cock, then up at me. “IfViagraever needs a brand ambassador…”
I laugh as I kick my discarded clothes to the side. “Oh, fuck off, Cigs.”
She chuckles, then drags the pad of her index finger over my aching crown, coating it with my precum. Bringing the finger to her mouth, she parts her lips and sucks it clean, right before giving me a wink that has me grinning down at her.
“Undress me,” she orders, stepping closer to me.
“Fuck yeah,” I hiss out, then push down the straps of her dress, watching as the glimmering fabric pools at her feet in a soft whoosh.
She knocks it to the side with the tip of her heels, then gently nudges her head downward. “Take off my thong.”
I kneel before her, doing as she’s asked, and then, because I’m a sick fuck, I bring the lacy fabric to my nose and inhale the heady, potent smell of her.
Cignette whispers a curse, and when I look up at her, she swallows and says, “My heels – take them off.”
I throw her thong over to where her dress is. “Oh, baby; I’m not doing that, because that shit – it’s stayingon.”
She purses her lips. “A footwear kink? You’ve surprised me yet again, Ledger.”
I chuckle. “Gotta keep you on your toes somehow, don’t I?”
“Pun intended?”
I scoff and shake my head.
She grins, then places her right leg over my shoulder, bringing my attention straight to her glistening pussy. “Put your tongue on me,” she commands. “Andinme, too, while you’re at it.”
I match her grin. “Of course,” I muse, grabbing her ass. Ghosting a breath over her hardened clit, I let her whimper above me, then press a kiss on it before taking it into my mouth.
Cignette cries out as she places a hand on the counter for support, and uses the other to bunch my hair in a vise grip.
I bob my head as I run my tongue over the length of her cunt, swallowing every drop of her musky cum. She tastes perfect, andsmells even better. I’m losing my mind right now, and can’t help but grunt when my cock twitches painfully.
“So good,” she whispers, rocking her hips forward. “Fuck.”
