When she turns around, wearing only a blue lace thong and high-heeled strappy silver sandals, I almost come apart on the spot. She is so incredibly intoxicating. So beautiful laid almost fully bare before me.
I will never get enough of this view.
“Fuck. Look at you.” My gaze roams leisurely and sensually over her tempting body, and I watch her nipples perk up undermy attention with smug satisfaction. She’s equally as responsive as I am. It doesn’t seem to take much for either of us to be primed and ready to go. One heated look or one soft touch is often enough to ignite that flame.
“We need to capture this moment.” I want to freeze-frame this moment so I never forget it. I grab my phone. “Can I take a photo?”
She looks unsure, and I can guess why.
“I promise I won’t show it to anyone. This is just for me.” It’s no word of a lie. I never want anyone to see her like this. She ismine, and this is only for me. “Ammo for the spank bank,” I add as I rub my erection through my trousers. I’m so turned on I’m liable to explode at any moment.
“Okay, but from the neck down.”
If that’s what she needs to feel comfortable, it’s fine by me. I take the picture, drop my phone, and stalk forward, frantic to touch her. I’m all over her the second I reach her. I play with her nipples as I kiss her neck and along her jawline, and my dick is twitching behind my boxers, begging to be let free. “You looked like Hollywood royalty at the ball,” I admit before sucking one taut nipple into my mouth. “Tonight, you’re my queen.”
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she grumbles, clutching my shoulders. “Strip for me, baby.”
I fix her with a challenging look. “Undress me.” Lowering my hands from her body, I straighten up and wait to see if she’ll rise to the occasion.
“Gladly,” she says, not disappointing me. Her hands are all over me in a flash as she starts undressing me. I shiver all over when her fingers trace lightly over the tattoos on my arms and my chest. Her touch sets me on fire, and I jump a little when she turns her attention to the scorpion inked across my back. “This is gorgeous. Does it have any special significance?”
How do I answer without outwardly lying to her?She massages the knots in my shoulders while I compose my reply. “The scorpion represents a lot of things that have meaning to me.”
“Like what?” she asks as her hand travels to my crotch and she slowly tugs the zip down.
“Determination, rebirth, resilience.”
“I like it,” she whispers, moving to my front. “I love all your ink.” She yanks my trousers and boxers down, and my erection springs free. “That’s not all I love.” Her wicked grin as she drops to her knees has precum leaking from my crown.
“You look good on your knees.” I grab her head and guide her mouth to my cock.
Keeping one hand on the back of her head, I grope her perfect tits with my free hand as she licks the salty liquid at the tip of my dick. I stifle a groan when she slowly takes me into her mouth, the feeling exquisite, beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. Her mouth is my kryptonite. If she wants to control me, all she needs to do is wrap her lips around me, and I’m a goner.
“Touch yourself,” I command, driving slowly in and out of her hot mouth.
Her fingers slip into her knickers, and I thrust harder.
“Push two fingers into yourself,” I instruct, and she obediently complies. “Work them faster.” She is so damn sexy. She has no clue. “Fuck, yeah.” I pick up my pace, thrusting into her harder and faster, and the only sounds in the room are my contented groans and the sucking noises she’s making. “Enough,” I demand, needing to stop this while I can. I pull out of her mouth with a loud pop. “I want to come in your pussy after I eat you out.”
Tossing her on the bed, I rip the thong from her body, and launch myself on her pussy, using my tongue and my fingers to work her real good. My cock is straining and jerking as Idry hump the duvet while I feast on her cunt, staying with her through her orgasm. Then I roll a condom on and prepare to meet my maker.
“Are you still okay with this?” I ask, wanting to make sure she’s not having second thoughts. As much as it would kill me to pull back now, I know this is a big deal for her, and I want her all in. I want her looking atme, seeingme, feelingme, when I fuck the living daylights out of her and alter her world forever.
“Yes. Hell yes. Fuck me, Dillon. Do it now.”
“It would be my pleasure, Hollywood.” My fingers coast over her legs as I spread her thighs wide and settle between them. I lift her legs over my shoulders and drive two fingers into her wet cunt. She’s soaked, and it’s the biggest turn-on knowing I did that to her. “Tasty,” I confirm after licking her essence from my fingers.
No woman has ever tasted so sweet.
Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I drive inside her in one fast thrust, pushing all the way to the hilt. Fuck. Me. She feels incredible squeezing my dick. “Jesus, you’re so tight.” I don’t move for a few beats, letting her body adjust to the feel of me. Then, I bend down and kiss her passionately while I start moving in and out of her wet warmth.
I pick up my pace, fucking her hard, shoving my cock deep, needing to feel every part of her. The sounds coming from her are music to my ears, and she’s panting and writhing as I slam into her harder and harder, loving the feel of my piercing dragging along her hot smooth inner walls.
“Harder, Dil,” she rasps, lost to ecstasy as I ram inside her like a wild beast. I straighten my back, positioning her legs a little higher, and gyrate my hips, hitting her at a different angle. Then I pound into her like a madman. Sweat rolls down my back as I grip her legs tight and pivot into her over and over, hitting deeper and deeper each time.
“Yes, fuck, yes, Dil, keep doing that.”
Sweat beads on my brow and my chest as I work her over good, slamming into her tight body repeatedly, letting pleasure roll over my body in blissful anticipatory waves.
