Even better forme.
It would be too obvious to rub my hands together like an evil cartoon character, so I settle for fluttering my lashes instead while I slip from Blake’s knee.
“Dress on or off?” I ask, sweetly.
“Your choice,” he replies hoarsely, his eyes bouncing upand down the length of me as if he doesn’t know where he wants to settle his gaze. I can’t blame him. I know I’m not a bad thing to look at; blonde hair, big boobs, a reasonable sized arse moulded from hours of dancing.
If Blake wants to look at me all day, I’m certainly not going to be the one to stop him.
“My choice, hm?” Standing in between his spread legs, I peer down at Blake, the weight of his pretty green-eyed stare only serving to spur me on. I raise both of my hands, slowly peeling at the satin material covering my shoulders, allowing it to slip easily along my soft skin. Blake watches every move, his swallow audible in the otherwise silent room but doesn’t say another word.
Interesting.
I pull the short costume dress down further, sighing when the cool air around me makes contact with my tits, biting at my nipples until they pull tight and peak.
My long hair tickles my upper and mid back as I push the dress past my stomach, past the small pooch at the bottom I once hated as a teenager but soon grew to love when I learnt it’s simply there to protect my sacred womb and past my hips.
The material falls to the floor with a softthump,tulle tickling the tops of my feet. A wash of gooseflesh pricks at my flesh, but it’s not because I’m cold.
No, Blake’s predatory gaze on my pussy has my blood thrumming so hot I feel like I’m burning up from the inside out.
It’s hard to think of anything else but the desire running through me when Blake squeezes his cock again, never once tearing his eyes away, as he slowly pushes the metal button through the slit. The sound of his zipper breaking apart is loud in the otherwise silent room of his apartment. As is my helpless whimper when Blake fishes his hard cock from hisboxers, the long length of him bobbing against his toned lower abdomen.
My mouth waters.
He’s big enough that I already know it’s going to be a struggle to take him, I can feel it in the slightly nervous rapid fluttering of my pulse along my neck. But it’s a challenge I’m going to enjoy winning, especially when I have a suspicion, I’ll be feeling Blake for days after tonight.
I’m certainly not complaining, and neither is my pussy with the way she’s leaking slick arousal down my inner thighs.
Blake’s eyes are still steadfastly locked on mine, distracting me from the task at hand.
Ha. At hand. Get it?
I giggle at my own joke, ignoring Blake’s furrowed brow in favour of gathering my hair to lay it over one shoulder and bending at my knees.
“Do you want a pillow for your knees?” he asks. Oh, ever the gentleman. If this man can fuck me seven ways to Sunday the way I think he can, then he’s a dangerous package all wrapped into one.
Kind.
Handsome.
Good job.
Big cock.
God. How is a man like Blake still roaming the streets single?
I shake my head no, resting my arse on the soles of my feet and licking my lips.
Up this close, I can see the deliciously long blue vein running along the underside of Blake’s cock as he fists himself once from root to tip, a pearlescent bead of precum beading from his tip, flushed red with fresh blood. I want tolick it. To see which parts of him will make him shiver and groan inhibited.
I like my men vocal – helpless with pleasure. It’s an endorphin rush, even more so when I knowI’mthe one coaxing those sounds from their mouths. Blake doesn’t strike me as the type to let his ecstasy be all that audible. I bet he swallows it down.
But not tonight.
Tonight, I want to see how far I can push him.
Chapter 6
