When she placed her lips around my cockhead, I was already close to the point of requiring full control. It had been a long time since a woman had indulged in sucking me off. By my third sighting of her, I’d thought of nothing else but using her brash mouth for something more useful.
And she certainly didn’t disappoint.
She licked around the edge, rolling the tip of her tongue to my balls. With her butt in the air, I couldn’t resist cracking my hand on her bottom as I’d done before.
Her yelp was followed by a very harsh glare. She also bared her teeth.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” My gruff words weren’t received as a warning. She smiled as if she had even worse plans for me.
Egging her on filtered into my mind. Instead, I fisted her hair, holding her in place.
She didn’t waste time, taking my cockhead into her mouth. My God, her jaw muscles were strong, sucking me as she would a huge lollypop. Since when had I experienced such sin.
As she slowed her actions, taking her time to swirl her tongue back and forth, I closed my eyes. There was nothing wrong with enjoying the moment. I was due something delicious. What I found fascinating was that even with pressure put on my thigh, there was limited pain. Who knew fucking a beautiful woman could bring relief?
When she was halfway down, her mouth muscles spasmed, the choking sound a reminder of what I was doing. I allowed her to play for a few seconds, moving up and down on my dick before pushing her away.
Obviously, I was far more interested in fucking her tight pussy, even though the vision of her mouth filled with my cream was sensational.
I sat down on the driver’s seat, immediately pulling her forward, forcing her to straddle my thighs.
She wasn’t daunted in the least, peering down at me with lust in her eyes as she wrapped her fingers around the base of my shaft.
“I was right. You are hungry.”
“Very,” she cooed. “I’m wondering if you can satisfy me.”
“I guess you’re going to need to find out for yourself.” I gripped her hip with one hand, guiding her while she placed the tip against her pussy lips. The steam was intensifying, the heat close to blistering. I struggled to turn off the engine, even cracking open the window.
“What’s wrong? Am I a little too much for you to handle?” Her laugh brought another wave of possessiveness in me I honestly hadn’t known existed.
“Don’t tempt me into showing you just how wrong you are.”
When I reached around, crawling my fingers under her dress, she casually glanced over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Offering a little incentive.” I used the pad of my finger to tease her puckered asshole. She stiffened immediately before she eased down on my cock.
“You are so… Terrible.”
“Admit you like it rough.”
“What if I don’t?” She wiggled in my hold, glaring at me through the long strands of hair that had fallen on her face.
“Then I’d say you were lying.” I pressed my thumb just inside, grinning like the devil I was from hearing her gasp.
“I should hate you.”
“Keep that hate, my French flower. Remember and use it when I toss you on my bed later.”
Her lower lip trembled, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. “Mmm… We’ll see about that.”
“I can’t wait for the little vixen inside of you to make a return. I want to feel your sharp fingernails tearing into my back as I thrust into you over and over again. When you scream out my name, which you will, I want you to beg me for mercy.”
“Never.” She lowered down on my throbbing cock, filling her pussy with it. The way her face scrunched was beautiful, heightening the desire that much more.
“Which part?” I pressed my thumb in as far as it would go, laughing at the sound of her labored breathing.
“All of it.” She threw her head back, gripping my shoulders with her fingers digging in almost like I’d asked for. Although there was no scratching, no release of strings of blood. There would be in the future. This was merely my act of foreplay.
