I snickered, set the device on the bedside table, and reached for his adorable face. His smiling lips landed on mine, and he settled over me, his bare body lying between my bent legs.
“Do you think my fantasies and smutty books are ridiculous?” I asked.
He kissed me again. “I think they’re part of who you are, and I love that you share it with me. Even if you’re fantasizing about monster cock.”
I snickered, and he kissed me once more.
“I love this lingerie,” he said.
“I thought you might,” I replied as he bit my neck. “But it’s not meant for me to lie here while you touch me.”
“No?” His teeth raked over my throat. “What is it meant for, then?”
I pushed on his chest and turned him onto his back, my legs hiking on either side of his hips. “I know how much you like seeing me in lingerie while I suck this big cock.” I reached beneath me and began stroking his already hardening length.
He moved his hands to my hips, squeezing my ass to the point that I whimpered, and then he spanked me hard. I shifted until his cock was in front of my bare pussy, and I began to swirl my thumb on his tip, my other hand caressing him up and down.
“Fuck, baby,” he hissed, smacking my ass and grabbing me with every stroke down his shaft.
I loved watching what I did to him. It was addicting—how much he wanted me, the way he looked at me. I couldn’t get enough of it.
I moved my legs between his widened thighs, settling myself there and bending down.
“You know I love you like this,” he said, his eyes moving to my ass wiggling in the air.
My nails scratched his pelvis, tracing over the unicorn on his hip. “I thought you might,” I said before licking the tip of his cock. He groaned into the mattress, his eyes closing as I began working him down. His dick disappeared further and further into my mouth. God, he was so fucking hard. My mouth stretched to fit around him, saliva dribbling out of the corners.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasped. “Take my cock. Just like that. Fuck, Chloe—“ His head pitched back onto the pillow, hands threading in my hair, and he pushed in to me.
His length hit the back of my throat, and he didn’t stop. He nudged me down and down until I choked and gasped. Until all of him disappeared. Tears welled in my gaze. I tried collecting myself at the suffocation and gag, but only when he allowed me to come back up could I catch my breath. Fuck, I was drooling. His fingers massaged and scratched my scalp, sending chills down my spine.
“Do you enjoy choking on me?” he asked, and I hummed a greedy response. He chuckled softly. “I think that ass needs to be redder, baby. Before you go down on me again, I’ll make sure it’s so red that it aches. Does that make your pussy wet?”
Hell, yes, it did.
I groaned around him, picking up my pace and grasping his balls. He inhaled sharply again as I straightened and pushed my breasts around his length, bobbing up and down.
“Do you want to come on my tits?” I asked him. “Or do you want me swallowing that dick?”
Serious debate rose in his eyes. He wiped one of my tears away with his thumb, then rolled that damp finger on my breast. I licked his slit as I moved down, making his throat bob in response.
“Keep doing that,” he rasped. “And when I come, I want you to open wide. You’re going to take every last drop of me.”
My breasts enveloped his cock, and I shifted up and down, slowly at first, tasting him every time I descended. I could feel him straining to deny himself that release, saw the veins in his neck when he almost gasped.
“Are you coming for me?” I asked after my lips popped off his cock.
“Shit,” he cursed, his eyes opening to look at me. I watched him again as I wrapped my mouth around him, my breasts still pushed up. My pace quickened.
“Fucking gods,Chloe.”
I loved when he called my name like that.
He was on that edge, the underside of his cock taut. His knuckles were white on the sheets. Every muscle in his body went rigid—
He spilled over my breasts and on my awaiting tongue. I captured his dick with my lips, sucking and swallowing his cum as he overflowed. His groan hadn’t stopped. He was still coming down from that euphoria, his back resting on the mattress as though he could sink into it if he allowed himself.
I kissed his hip, the trail of his hair down his pelvis, his abs, to his chest, and his hands finally landed back on my hips when I crawled over his waist again.
