Then it’s my turn, rolling on top of him and trying awkwardly to remove his pants from the worst angle ever.
With a wicked smile, he helps me and then yanks off his shirt as I finally pull down his pants and his boxers, revealing his glorious cock.
It’s a monument to his desire, thick and veiny and pulsing with raw need.
I love how he groans when I dip down, licking the bead of moisture off the tip.
“Tempting as it is to make you come all over my face, I think I’ll settle for getting you really, really close,” I whisper.
His eyes darken to blue dusk.
“Edge me too long, and I’ll nut in under a minute once I’m inside you. No fun.”
“Have faith.” I grin.
My fingers wrap around his length, and I pull his magnificent shaft into my mouth.
Rather,I try.
Mostly head and a couple inches of shaft because he’s just that huge, but what I can’t get into my mouth, I make up for with technique.
Sucking and licking and teasing as he fists my hair with a guttural rasp.
“That fucking mouth feels illegal, baby girl.”
Oh, I agree, because there’s nothing better than this.
Teasing my big, overprotective beast until he loses control.
Reminding myself that it’s so rare to find this perfect give-and-take in the bedroom, or anywhere else.
Mostly, I just want to see him fight, trying to hold back as my tongue takes him down, as my lips tighten, as I work down lower on his cock until I gag, pumping the rest of him with my hand.
He’s at the brink of madness in no time.
I think he’s about to rip my hair out as his hand tightens, pulling like reins. The constant snarling curses spilling out of his throat barely sound human.
His cock pulses in my mouth, so hot I try to grin even though I’m full of him.
His eyes could chase off a wolf with a single glance, so heated it’s frightening.
“You give me that look again, and you’ll choke on my cum,” he warns.
Holy hell.
My pussy tingles with evil joy.
I only slow down to prolong his torment, giving him a few seconds of recovery before I start up again.
Honestly, I don’t know whether I’d call it teasing, torture, or the best gift a girl can give, but I bring him to the edge three more times before he jerks his cock out of my mouth and brings me up for a kiss.
“No more. Not unless you want that pretty face painted.” He takes my bottom lip between his teeth, tugging hard.
His hand finds my breast, squeezing, pinching my nipple with cruel want.
God, he’s everywhere, and it’s safe to say that I’ve never seen a hornier man in my life.
“Enough with the opening act. Lie down and spread your legs. I want to see your face when you come on my cock.” His thumb brushes my cheek.
