“Chaz, I know what this is but I’ve never, I mean, nobody has ever… what am I supposed to do?”
Staring at the red plump skin at her apex, he leaned forward and growled. “Not a fucking thing, babe, not a fucking thing.” And then he clutched one cheek with his good hand and flicked his tongue into her creases. She tasted sweet and salty and milky wet.
She was already swollen, throbbing.
She wanted this.
She needed this.
He lengthened the stroke of his tongue and dug in deeper.
Moving with him, she was panting already. “Chaz, fuck, Chaz, oh, my God!” He gave her a quick but solid slap. The sting on his hand perfectly matched the heat on her skin.
She seemed even wetter now.
He rubbed his hand in a circle and plunged his tongue inside again.
She bucked. “Oh, God, Chaz!”
He slapped her again.
Then, testing her, he slid his thumb slightly into her ass.
Lapping and sucking, he nipped at her bud.
Her whimpers drove him.
“Touch yourself, babe.” He liked to think of her touching her tits, the way she had when she’d watched him from the window. “Bring your other hand down here.” He grabbed it and placed it on her cunt. “What do you like? Work with me.”
He leaned back and watched her finger herself, just the way he asked.
He slapped her bottom again, satisfied to see the red handprint left behind.
And then he put three fingers at her opening and pressed inside. He started slowly and increased his pace as his mouth joined his fingers. He sucked and finger fucked her at the same time.
The table shook a little as he increased his motions.
And then she was shuddering, and shaking, and coming around his mouth.
Just the way he’d wanted.
She lay still for a minute and then acted like she might move.
But he held her legs in place and stood up. “Don’t move.”
Grabbing the strip of condoms, Chaz stared at it for a second before tearing one off with his teeth. He used his teeth, again, to open the package and then rolled it on with one hand. He was so fucking hard. He still couldn’t believe he’d had to stop earlier today. He’d make this up to himself right now.
“Now, Chaz.” She whimpered a little when he placed his cock in the soft wetness where his mouth had just been. And then, holding her steady, he slammed himself in.
As much as he liked her on top of him, he was happy to be in control.
The table shook when he thrust again.
She felt so fucking good. She was the perfect depth, the perfect shape, the perfect tightness.
He slammed into her again and wrapped his arm around her waist. “You okay, babe? Tell me if you want to stop. I’ve been waiting for this all day.”
“Again,” she rasped. “Fuck me hard, Chaz.”
