Almost.
“Jesus,” he hissed, his hands sliding into my hair and gripping my scalp.
I released him with a pop of my lips and frowned up at him. “You okay?”
“Yeah, Dimples, keep going.”
“If it’s too much, you let me know and we’ll stop,” I said, turning his words back on him.
He grinned. “Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.”
“So, can I continue?” I sassed.
“That’d be good.”
I wrapped my mouth around him again, increasing the pressure of my tongue as I took him deeper. I couldnotget enough, releasing him briefly to spit in my palm and work his length with both my mouth and hand.
I cupped his balls with one hand, took him as deep as I could with my mouth while stroking his cock with my other hand. I worked him faster and faster until his hands pulled my hair and I knew he was close when he began to fuck my face.
“I’m gonna come,” Sundance warned, and I nodded, jacking him faster.
I felt his balls tighten in my hand, then he thrust hard and I felt the warmth of his cum in the back of my throat. I swallowed every drop, continuing to suck until I’d milked him dry.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he rasped, and I smiled up at him.
“Did you just meet him?”
“Close.” Sundance laughed, hooking his hands under my arms and lifting me to his height, kissing me gently. “That was amazing.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I wove my fingers into his hair. “Glad you liked it.”
“Did you?”
I cocked my head. “Enjoy it?”
He nodded.
“Every second.” I kissed him again. “I can’t say I’ve done it a lot, but I’d like to.”
“My dick is at your disposal anytime.”
“You might regret saying that.”
He gave me a squeeze. “Highly fuckin’ doubt it.”
“Now that I’ve had American, I’m ready for Chinese.”
“Lead the way, beautiful.”
We headed to my kitchen and ate Chinese.
Naked.
The only problem with naked Chinese, was half an hour later, I was horny again.
Sundance
ILEFT WYATT sleeping in her bed, my desire to stay with her setting me on edge. She was the first woman since Morgan who made me think of more. And I didn’t have fuckin’ time for more.
