She stands in front of me, her body fucking perfect. The curve of her thighs. The slight dip of her waist. Her round ass. It’s enough to make me hard. When I go to reach for her, give it a stroke, her hand grabs my wrist.
Slowly, she goes down on one knee, and then the other. “No, it’s my turn.” Her lips are a breath away from my length.
Her fingers wrap around me, stroking from base to tip, nice and slow. Her eyes catch me looking at her—I swear, she fucking soaks in the gaze like I’m praising her.
She drags her tongue across her lower lip, painfully slow. Back and forth. When Blair places the softest, barely-there kiss to the head, I can’t help but give her a moan.
Pulling away, she has me leaning forward, wanting her to touch me with her mouth again. The push and pull of control—something we both love. She takes a breath, her hand still working me, before taking her tongue to the tip, giving it a swirl.
She has me in the palm of her hand. Literally.
Her lips kiss from the tip down to where her fingers grip me at the base. I think she’s going to make her way back, but instead her tongue laps at my balls. She takes one in her mouth, hums, and my knees almost buckle.
“Fucccck.” The word drips from my mouth like the bead of precum about to make itself known.
Blair asks, “Do you like this?” She does the same thing with the other, her tongue working me.
My voice wobbles when I try to answer. “Fuck. Of course I do.”
She switches her hand and her mouth—her hands lightly cup me while she licks up the base of my shaft.
Her hands then reach around the back of my thighs, holding her steady while she’s down on her knees. She opens her mouth and I take the initiative, fisting her hair while I slowly fuck her mouth.
I try not to go too fast but end up making her gag a few pumps later. “Sorry, baby,” I apologize, pulling out and giving her a second to regroup.
“Don’t apologize… I won’t break. Fuck me.” Her eyes are devilish and her voice is like a siren calling me.
“You’re fucking incredible,” I murmur while slowly entering her mouth.
Her lips close around me, her fingers digging into the back of my thighs. Pulling her hair a bit tighter, I thrust in and out of her mouth—she does her best to take me.
Blair moans, the vibrations surrounding me like her plump lips, and I’m teetering. Fucking close to coming in this perfect mouth.
One of her hands gives up the leverage of grabbing my thigh and cups my balls while she sucks me and that’s all it takes.
My balls tighten with my climax and as I start to come, Blair moans like she loves it. She takes it, every drop, lips around me as the shocks hit me over and over.
I’m panting when she pulls away. Before she swallows, my hands still in her hair, I say, “Show me.” And my good girl opens her mouth—my release sitting on her tongue.
“Now, swallow,” I demand.
I watch the muscles in her neck and see as she takes my release. Then I pull her up and place a searing kiss to her lips.
“You’re such a good girl, Blair,” I say and she kisses me back.
Who cares if you lost a football game when this is who you’re coming home to?
Thirty-Three
Blair
Icouldgetusedto this. We’re laying in bed, all exhausted from the game, and trading orgasms in the shower. Tyson is playing with my hair as I lay across his chest, and this is next level happiness.
“Benny called me,” I say, needing to talk about the thing with Oscar.
Tyson’s fingers don’t stop as he asks, “Yeah? What did he say?”
“Sorry. He apologized for Oscar, even though I told him he didn’t need to,” I explain.
