“Still got the knack.”
I grunt, enjoying the view as her ample breasts appear before my very eyes. Holy fuck.
I can’t believe it when I’m actually cupping her tits in my hands. Home sweet home. I kneel, palming her pussy through her fucking purple lacy panties as I suckle one nipple into my mouth and she groans, her hands tugging into my hair.
I want to tell her how much I’ve missed her, missed this, but I keep quiet. My tongue can work in other ways. Maybe she just needs reminding how good we can be together.
I pull her panties aside as she gasps, lowering my mouth to her pussy as I lick through her wet folds as she makes sounds I want to hear for the rest of my life.
“Holy shit,” she breathes. “Holy, oh yes, right there, Austin, right there.”
Her saying my name while she orgasms on my tongue might just be the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I relish in that thought as she does just that, coming in hot, beautiful waves as I tongue her clit and slide one finger inside her.
“Baby,” she cries. “Oh, god, oh god, oh my god!” Oh, she’s a multiple girl, and it turns me the fuck on.
I glance up as she stares down at me, her face a picture of every emotion that tugs at my heart.
I know this is one night, but I have no fucking clue how I’m going to let her go.
Again.
CHAPTER
FOUR
Willow
Haze doesn’t let up as he fucks my pussy with two fingers, his tongue working my clit as I come again… what is that now, three, four? Of course, he did always know how to deliver, and it seems time has only made him that much better. Not that I want to think about that too closely.
“Fuck,” he mutters, kissing the inside of my thighs as he picks me up like I weigh nothing. “Bedroom?”
“Last door on the left.”
Then, I’m bouncing on my bed as Haze strokes himself, and I turn my gaze to his giant cock. My god that thing’s a monster. I stare at it, then frown. “What the fuck is that?” I point at his dick.
He glances down, then grins back up at me. “A piercing, honey.”
“Holy shit, you got your dick pierced?”
“A little louder, I’m not sure the whole of New Orleans heard you.”
I stare at it, fascinated. “Holy crap. I’ll bet that hurt.”
“Not as much as you’d think.”
“What do you call it?” I ask as he kneels on the bed, his dick in his hand.
“A Jacob’s ladder.”
“Can you, uh, do stuff?”
He chuckles. “Of course, it only enhances the experience for both of us.”
“Condom,” I whisper.
He steadies me with a gaze. We haven’t used them since we were in college, but that was a long time ago. He’s been with dozens of women. I’ve only been on two dates since him, and they were huge mistakes.
“If that’s what you want.”
