“Lucky boy,” I reply as I stalk toward her, dropping to my knees. Thankfully, our discarded clothes provide a decent landing place, because I plan to spend some time down here, getting her ready for me. “Now spread your thighs for me like a good girl.”
“Fuck,” she groans, her knuckles going white as she grips the chair.
“That’s right,” I growl, spreading her open and taking in the slick heat of her. “You’re going to need that dirty mouth.”
And then I feast like a starving man.
Carson lets out a string of moans and expletives and pleas as I lave her clit with the flat of my tongue, sucking and swallowing as I work to make a mess of her cunt. I know how badly she wants me to fuck her—almost as badly asIwant to fuck her—but I also know that she needs to be ready to take me.
Luckily, this is my favorite part.
Her gorgeous tits heave as she gasps for breath. She squirms, but I press my palm into her belly to hold her still. With my free hand, I curl two fingers inside her, beckoning her orgasm closer.
“Dan, fuck, I’m going to come. Please…” She begs for release, and because I’m in the business of giving her whatever she wants, I add a third finger, thrusting inside her as I suck her clit between my lips.
Her orgasm is glorious, a screaming, shuddering experience, her inner walls pulsing against my fingers, her thighs closing around my neck as I lick and suck her through it and pray my weeping cock doesn’t betray me by coming simply at the existence of her incredible orgasm.
When the aftershocks subside and she goes boneless in the chair, I rise and take my cock in my hand, stroking as I watch her. There’s a mottled blush climbing up her chest, and her cheeks are flushed with pleasure. Her pussy is a glistening mess, and her eyes are wide as she stares at the ceiling. Her arms are thrown over her head, her palms open to the ceiling, her hair pooling around her in honey-colored curls.
She looks like a filthy Renaissance painting. If I didn’t want to fuck her so badly, I’d want to sit down and draw her.
Or paint her with my come.
I’ll add that to the list of things I want to do with her.
“I have never in my life come so hard,” she says between breaths.
“And we’re not done yet,” I tell her. “Now get up, because you’re going to ride me.”
CHAPTER 32
CARSON
It’s hard to stand up after the orgasm Dan just gave me. I feel like someone has melted all the bones in my body. My ears are ringing, and my vision is still a little black around the edges. The man is talented with his tongue in ways I did not know were possible. Certainly not ways I’ve ever experienced before. After the way he just wrung me out, I’m tempted to take to bed like an exhausted Victorian lady.
But the prospect of having him inside me helps me find the strength I need.
I stand barefoot on the linoleum, the evidence of my orgasm running down my inner thigh. Dan takes my place in the chair, his fist still stroking his cock. The three shiny barbells lined up horizontally on the top of his shaft move with each stroke, and the sight sends even more heat to my core. I want to know what they feel like, and I’m about to find out.
Dan reclines in the chair like a Greek god, his muscles flexing.
My knees nearly give out at the sight of him.
“C’mere, baby.” He reaches out a hand. I take it, letting him pull me forward. As if I’d go anywhere else. I’d go wherever he led me right now. He helps me climb atop him, my knees astridehis hips on the chair. I’m hovering just above him when he hands me the condom.
“You want me—?” I begin, another sliver of anxiety peeking through the haze of desire. I’ve never put a condom on a man before. The guys I’ve been with in the past acted like it was akin to flossing your teeth—something best not viewed. They always did it under the covers in the frantic moments before we finally had what always turned out to be disappointing sex.
I don’t anticipate that’ll be the case this time, but I don’t want to mess it up right from the jump.
“Yes, Carson. I want. I wantyou,” he says, his eyes boring into me. “I want my beautiful, confident girl to show me what she’s got.”
In that moment, I have no trouble believing he’s talking about me.I’mthe beautiful girl.I’mthe confident girl.I’mthe one he wants, so badly that he can’t wait to get me home.
He wantsme.
And he should.
I pluck the condom from his hand, tearing off the foil and sliding the latex down his length. At my touch, he hisses in a breath through clenched teeth, sending a flood of heat to my core. He fists his cock, positions himself beneath me, then looks up at me.
