Ohmigod!
He’s coming too!
I’d recognize the hottest sight anywhere. The image of his sinful face contorted in ecstasy when he orgasms is embedded in my brain. What I can’t believe is that it happened all from pleasuring me.
I go crazy, moaning, “Nathan!”
He doesn’t let up from my pussy until the last wave ebbs away and I’m too sensitive. Lifting my legs off his shoulders, he climbs to his feet. Yanking me upright because my bones are like jelly, he smashes his glistening lips against mine in a wild and messy kiss.
I taste my desire, becoming dizzy as I suck on his tongue.
We pull back, panting against each other.
“Did you… just come?” I gasp, awestruck.
He shoots me a primal look. “How could I not knowing I’m the first man to bring you an orgasm with my mouth?”
“Let me taste you. Please, Nathan.”
He flicks his chin in permission.
As though he knows I need to see it with my eyes to believe what we just did was as much a pleasure for him as it was for me.
I push him back toward the chair until he sits down in it. Falling to my knees, I unbutton and jerk his zipper down. His briefs are soaked in his cum. The sexy proof he loved every second of going down on me.
Yanking his cock free, I bend and swallow half of him.
I look up to see him throw his head back and groan in bliss. His strong hands are clutching the arms of the chair, holding himself back from fucking my mouth.
Can a man come twice in a row?
Fisting him at the base, I stroke his shaft hard and fast while sucking on the fat crown. He pulses on my tongue every time I lick and hum around his length. Remembering how he likes to be sucked, I bob my head up and down in a rough rhythm.
“Fuck, Ari!”
I gulp him deep down my throat and hold him there. With my other hand, I caress his balls.
His hand snakes to the back of my head, threading in my hair just as he thrusts hard. Moaning at the pinprick of pain from his harsh grip, I pull back and roll my tongue around his head, before taking his cock to the hilt.
“That’s it. Good girl. Swallow my dick.” Four more thrusts later, he pulls out to the tip and rests it on my bottom lip. “Look at me.”
Our eyes clash.
Pumping himself roughly, he releases thick ropes of cum on my tongue. There’s so much of it that a little bit trickles down my chin. Tracing it with his cock, he slips it back into my mouth.
“Drink every drop,” he orders huskily.
And I do.
Greedily.
He slides out of my mouth, still miraculously semi-hard. I rest my forehead against his thigh, trying to get my breathing under control. His fingers thread through my strands, playing with them.
“You’re so fucking insatiable, little minx.”
“Do you like it?” I ask, peering up at him nervously.
He smiles lazily. “I love it, angel.”
