Maybe we could buy her one of her own.
“Get up for me,” I command with my lips still against her chest. “I need these jeans gone.”
I let go of her, and she leans in to give me a quick peck before hopping off the desk. She pushes my chest gently. “Sit,” she orders, and I sit on the chair behind me.
Turning, with her back to me, she opens her jeans and lets them fall along her toned legs. Then she wiggles out of her white panties, gliding them down her legs much slower, bowing to do it.
Holy fucking shit.
She bends low so her pussy, which is already glistening, is at eye level with me, like a fucking invitation.
Well, it’s received.
I’m dying to get a taste of her. I almost sucked Nash’s fingers clean last night to know what she tasted like.
I reach out and grab her hips, pulling her back to me so I can bury my face into her wetness.
Fuck taking it slow.
I’ve waited long enough to taste her.
Her surprised yelp turns quickly into moans as she grips the edge of the desk, and I groan at how amazing she tastes. I dreamed about this, lapping her up, my tongue stroking her clit until she trembles and comes undone on me, but nothing I could have imagined is as good as the reality.
Her sighs and soft moans are music to my ears, but I want to drive her wild. I up my game, nibbling gently and licking her like it’s the first and last time I’ll ever get to taste her. Her fingernails dig into the wood, making a scratching sound, while she presses herself back against my face, forcing me to adjust myself in my pants, attempting to release the pressure against my painfully hard cock.
I slide a finger inside her, making her gasp. She is so warm and tight, so wet, and when I slide another finger in, she spasms around me. My cock is twitching in my pants, ready to have his turn, but first, I need her to come on my tongue.
Her body tenses as she whispers my name over and over. “Yes, please, don’t stop,” Sloan whimpers, and I can tell she is getting close. I continue my circles around her clit, pumping my fingers until she falls over the edge, gripping my fingers hard, letting out a soft scream. I smile against her pussy, feeling like the king of the world.
As she comes down from her high, I slow my fingers and mouth, then gently remove them, wiping my beard on her perfect ass. With teasing kisses, I stand and move up her back, gently caressing her spine until I can press her back against my chest, my arms coming around her to squeeze her to me.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I whisper in her ear, kissing her earlobe. “That was better than any fantasy I had about it, and there were many.”
She is still panting but laughs softly, leaning into my embrace. “Agreed.”
“I’m going to want to do that again and again. You’re addictive,” I tell Sloan, sliding my hand to her tit. I pull down her bra, freeing her breast, rolling her nipple between my thumb and finger, relishing in the way she responds. My other hand wanders down to her core again, playing lazily with her clit, justbecause I can, and she presses her delicious ass back, grinding against my hard length.
“You’re not gonna hear any complaints from my side,” she jokes with a heavy breath, already starting to squirm again.
She turns to face me and grasps my face in both hands, kissing me hard. Then she pulls back with a mischievous grin and slides down my body to her knees. Unzipping my pants, she tugs them down with my boxers, but they get stuck on my prosthetic, and my insecurities bubble to the surface. I brace myself for the disgust, but she doesn’t hesitate, softly untangling them and slipping them to my ankles.
The sight of her on her knees in front of me is enough to have my cock leaking, but her total disregard for my prosthetic has it throbbing. Having her full acceptance douses any lingering self-doubt.
Sloan licks her lips as her eyes peruse my body. “I fantasized about this too,” she says before she licks her hand, moving closer and gripping my cock. Her touch makes my head go blank.
“You’re fucking enormous. I wonder how far I can take you in my mouth.”
Fuck.
I can’t contain the groan that leaves my lips at her words or the rocking of my hips as she pumps me a few times. My head goes blank as her hand moves up and down in a rotating motion. Leaning in, she kisses the head of my cock with an open mouth. I moan and tense, letting my hand come down to cup the back of her head. When she takes me in her mouth, her hazel eyes fixed on mine from under her lashes, my balance falters, and I almost choke on my next inhale.
Shit.
I release a long breath, closing my eyes. The intensity is almost too much.
With a flick of her tongue, she swipes across the top, licking my head and circling it like it’s her favorite ice cream. A hiss escapes between my teeth, and I gather her hair behind her in a ponytail so I can watch all the expressions that flicker over her beautiful face while she sucks my cock.
“Goddamn,” I breathe out when she lets her tongue glide up the length of my cock. A groan breaks free before I whisper through gritted teeth, “Fuck, so good. You’re so good.”
