Her grin is absolutelywickedas she kneels at my feet. She licks her lips, a pool of red silk around her—and I nearly come undone.
“I’m only doing what you asked because I want to,” she says, wrapping her hand around the base of my cock. “Just to be clear.”
I plant my hands on the wall behind her. “You are welcome to justify it however you want. Just put my cock in your mouth.”
She lifts her eyes to mine, rubbing the head over her lips. “Is this what you imagine in the shower?” Her tongue slips around the tip in a slow, leisurely circle like she has all night. “Did you imagine fucking my mouth?”
“Dammit, Gianna,” I growl.
She giggles before sucking me between her lips. I groan as the sensations—hot, tight, wet—hit me at once. Her tongue swirls over the head, collecting the precum like it’s her last fucking meal. She’s needy, loving this as much as I am … and that’sso fucking hot.
“I can’t wait,” she begins, planting kisses down my cock, “to feel you spilling down my throat.” She licks her way back to the top, flicking her tongue against the head. “That makes me so horny.”
“You’re killing me here,” I say, the ache so intense in my balls that I wince. “I—fuck!”
She sucks me into her mouth as far as she can, her free hand gripping my ass. I tremble, my body shaking as she pulls me in and out of her mouth with the perfect amount of pressure. The sounds she makes—sucking, slurping, moaning—have my breath coming out in shudders.
“Take me deeper.” I hold each side of her head and guide it up and down. “Just like that.”
Her spit rolls down me, over her fist, and drips onto my legs. Together, we find a rhythm that might be the most divine feeling I’ve ever experienced. My teeth clench as I move my hips, unable to stay still.
Faster. Harder. Deeper. My head gets light as an orgasm builds, and I know what I have to do—but fuck if I want to do it.
“Stop,” I say, pulling away from her.
She rocks back, her eyes watery, as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Her lips are swollen, and her cheeks are pink.
She’s breathtaking.
I help her stand but instantly crave connection with her again. It’s never going to be enough. I’ve opened Pandora’s box.
My hands on her ass, I scoop her up and pin her to the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist as she captures my lipswith hers. I reach between us and start to enter her but then remember that I need a condom.
“Fuck,” I say, nipping her bottom lip.
Her eyes go wide as she searches mine. “What? What the fuck is the matter now?”
“I need a condom.”
“Do you, though?” She grinds her soaked pussy against me. “I’m on birth control. Got a checkup last month and I’m a healthy girl.”
“I got mine three weeks ago. I’m good, too.”
Her back arches, shoving against the wall, as she begs for contact. “Fuck me then. Raw. I want to feel you inside me.”
The mouth of a fucking goddess.“You’re going to be the death of me.”
She giggles, but the sound turns into the loudest moan I’ve ever heard as I part her flesh with my cock. She’s so wet, the fluids coating her thighs in a slippery, sticky mess. The heat of her body covers mine as I press the tip against her opening.
I take a breath and shove all the way inside her.
“Fuck!” she yells, the sound of her voice echoing through the house. “Drake!”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
Gianna
