With her eyes peering up at mine, she sticks out her tongue. She gives me a slow, teasing, languorous stroke up and down my fat cock.
I bite against my lower lip so hard, I swear I’ll draw blood.
Unrushed, she lavishes a few minutes on just the crown, driving me out of my mind with the eagerness to feel her plump lips sliding over my cock. Her mouth is fucking incredible—soft, silky, hot,and exactly what I need. She runs her petal-smooth lips along my cock. The sublime sensation shoots straight to my brain and I squeeze my ass cheeks, tilting my hips forward to feed her more of my cock.
A throaty laugh escapes her.
A low groan escapes me.
I almost forgot how smooth and soft a woman’s tongue was and how mind-blowing it feels when she traces the lines along the sensitive underside of my dick. And then there’s the teasing way she traces delicate circles around my bulbous crown.
Fuck, I’ve missed this sight.
It’s been too long since I’ve had a woman’s lips wrapped around my cock. And I couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful pair of pouty lips than my wife’s.
With her eyes pinned to mine, Michaela opens wide and swallows my swollen crown.
“Good girl.”
Her eager tongue explores my slit.
Goddammit, I love how she does that.
She repositions herself and does it again.
I clench my ass tight at the sensation of the pointed tip of her nipple scratching my knee.
Unable to resist, I reach down and pinch her nipple before twisting it hard.
She gasps.
And then, she responds in kind.
Both hands land on my ass before squeezing my cheeks tight. Bobbing her head up and down, she swallows several more inches of my cock in one go. She lets out a vibrating hum that tingles my balls in the most delicious way.
Hell, yeah.
Threading my hands through her hair, I hold her down over my cock. “Take me deeper.”
She obeys.
Her head bobs up and down.
Up and down.
Fuck.
The pace is dizzying.
My jaw drops open in disbelief––or maybe pure enjoyment––as she works her pretty little mouth up and down my big cock, one hand grippingthe base, her eyes closed like my dick is her fucking salvation. My hips and legs are practically trembling with the suppressed need to take control and fuck her mouth.
Patience.
For several long seconds, there’s nothing else but my cock between her wet lips.
I’m riveted by the sinful sight of her head bobbing in front of my hips, turned on by her moans, at the way she worships my cock. My eyes travel over her heavenly body, her pale skin—she’s still sporting a New York City tan—the curve of her small waist, and the perfect ass I can’t wait to claim.
She shifts.
