“I’ll get naked, but first, I want to taste this pussy. Now sit back and be a good girl and take your lashing like a lady.”
“Lashing? For what?” she asks as I get comfortable between her legs.
Looking up at her, I smile. “For teasing me for over ten years, of course.”
I can see the argument on her tongue, but before she can voice it, I lean in and lick her pussy. She gasps out, her head falling back on the couch.
I almost want to taunt her about the cat having her tongue, but she tastes too good. I don’t want to waste a single moment of this.
So I focus on my task at hand. I start off slow, licking and exploring. I take note of every hitch in breath or tightening of her hands in my hair. When her back arches off the couch, pressing her pussy into me, I keep the pace steady. I don’t move a single inch, letting her press against my face.
When she is almost there, I slide two fingers inside of her, curling them up to hit her G-spot. She practically comes off the couch as her body bears down onto my finger, her knees keeping me firmly between her legs.
Not like there is a chance I will let her go. I continue to lick her slowly, soaking in her taste while she quivers in my arms. I don’t stop until she is clawing at me to push me away.
“What’s wrong? Too much?” I tease.
“So sensitive,” she rasps out, her throat sounding raw.
“Don’t get too comfortable. We aren’t done yet. I think you begged for a cock?”
She looks down at me, her eyes glassy. “Not any cock. Yours.”
Fuck. That is sexy.
“Well then, let’s get you to a bed so you can take my cock.”
Standing, I pick her up, carrying her down the hall to my room. I don’t stop until I have her lying naked on my bed.
We have been in here together a handful of times over the past two years, but never like this.
Having her like this now is surreal. I almost want to pinch myself to make sure it’s real.
“Why are you staring? Don’t you have work to do?” she sasses.
I smirk.
Fuck, I love this girl.
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
IRIS
Max is outlivingany dream I ever could have had about him.
I mean, sure, in my fantasy he rocked my world, but until now, I didn’t realize it could feel like that. I swear my toes are still tingling.
I feel like I could pass out, that is how good I feel. My entire body is relaxed.
I’m not ready to sleep yet, though. There is a very hard cock behind those slacks that I am dying to see.
“Strip for me,” I demand.
He looks entranced by me. His eyes don’t leave me as he unbuttons his slacks before unzipping them and pulling them from his body. I’m disappointed to see boxer briefs underneath, but he quickly strips out of them as well, evidence that he enjoyed the dry humping from the couch as much as I did.
My mouth is salivating as I stare at it. He’s well endowed, not too much, but definitely not small. I know he is going to stretch me, and I cannot wait for the burn. I want to be filled by him.
