Pressing my hard-as-concrete cock between her legs as she writhes beneath me, I listen to her short pants of arousal. Humming in approval, I sink my teeth into the soft underside of her breast and then run my tongue over the mark. Her breath hitches. I glance up, making sure I didn’t hurt her.
Her hooded eyes are shiny with lust. “Sandro, please,” she chokes out. “I need you.”
Pinching one of her hard nipples, shiny with my saliva, I roll it between my fingers and tug.
“I know baby, I know.” God, to hear her begging for my cock has me high as a fucking kite. But as much as I’m dying to be buried balls deep inside her, I’m not rushing this.
I will gladly give her another orgasm though.
I sit up and shimmy her dress down her stomach and over her hips, slowly like I’m peeling open a present because dear god, this woman is every man’s dream come true. I toss it on the sand. Then I tear off the scrap of silk covering her waxed pussy. My hungry gaze rakes over her supple, naked body.
She spreads her legs, putting one foot on each side of the chair, her hungry gaze locked on me.
“I know what you need, Angel.” I get on my knees at the end of the lounge chair and place my palms on either side of her inner thighs, spreading her legs wider. Her pussy is swollen and glistening like a ripe peach. My mouth waters. “You need me to eat this sweet pussy until you’re coming on my tongue.”
I smile as a “please” floats on the breeze. Then I press my mouth against her clit and suck gently, the musky, sweet, exotic taste of her exploding on my tongue.
Her body arches, a deep moan riding her exhaled breath.
I don’t know how many times I’ve jerked off to this exact scenario. How many times I’ve gotten lost in fantasies of her spread open for me, letting me taste her again, devour her. It’s hard to believe this is really happening.
Her fingers slide into my hair and her gasp lingers in my mind as I suck and then slide my tongue over her silky folds, repeating the pattern as she grinds against my face. When I spear her hot, needy cunt with my tongue, a cry rips from her as another orgasm hits.
“Mmmm,” I moan, lapping at her release. “You taste so fucking good, Angel. I could live on this cunt.” I slide my fingers inside her, so she has something to clench around and continue licking until she indicates she’s getting too sensitive.
“Sandro.” She pants and squirms as I stand and stare down at her. Her beautifully flushed skin, glittering eyes, wild hair, swollen,glistening pussy. Goddamn. How am I supposed to let her go? My cock is painfully hard, but I know if I try to fuck her right now I’ll come in seconds. Reaching down, I take her hands and pull her up, positioning her on the end of the lounger.
She immediately reaches for my belt. I bite back a groan. My greedy, perfect girl.
Chapter 25
Lennon
Iam so lost right now. I have no idea who I am. I couldn’t form a thought if my life depended on it. I’m nothing but need and desire and nerve endings lit up like Christmas. The only thing I want right now is to give Sandro the same kind of mind-blowing pleasure he just bestowed on me. I glance up as I undo his belt buckle and lower his zipper.
His jaw is clenched, eyes burning with the same desire that’s lighting up my own soul. Then he graces me with a dark, dangerous smile. A delicious tingle zips through my body. “You going to suck my cock, Angel?”
I squeeze my thighs together as my pussy pulses. I lick my lips. “Yes.” It’s just a breathy whisper.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he growls. He gathers my wind-blown hair in his fist as I palm his thick erection through his black satin boxers. “Take it out, Lennon.”
I shimmy his pants and boxers down so his long, thick cock springs free. In the sliver of moonlight, a bead of precum glistenson the angry, swollen head. I wrap my hand around the base and lean in, lapping at the soft velvety head.
A growl reverberates deep in Sandro’s chest as he tightens his grip on my hair.
Then I run my tongue along the underside, root to tip, tracing the large vein, wetting it so I can slide my fist up and down from his base.
“Lennon,” he says in a pained whisper. “I need your mouth, baby.”
Well, he doesn’t have to ask me twice. I wrap my lips around his engorged head, tasting the salty, musky essence of this beautiful man and take him to the back of my throat, swirling my tongue.
He hisses an intake of breath. “Jesus, fuck.”
I still have my hand wrapped around his girth, squeezing, sliding it up and down as I try to take him deeper. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck harder. My jaw begins to ache with the effort, but I ignore it. I’m too lost in the pleasure of the grunts, moans and sexy words of encouragement and praise falling from Sandro’s mouth.
With a dark growl, Sandro tightens his hold on my hair until my scalp burns and takes over the pace, hitting the back of my throat with each thrust. “Breathe through your nose, Angel,” he says, pushing deep into my throat, taking my air. I don’t care. If this is the way I go, I’ll die happy.
Tears gather in my eyes and run down my cheeks as I fight the gag reflex. I dig my nails into his firm thighs.
