“So mind shattering, I don’t think I have any brain cells left” she says, eyes hazy.
I chuckle, giving her a sweet kiss before she surprises me and flips me onto my back. She straddles my waist, staring into my eyes, “my turn.”
My eyes grow wide with excitement. She looks downright evil right now, I have no idea what she’s about to do to me but I can say —without a doubt— I’m gonna enjoy it.
She slowly crawls backwards, edging farther and farther away from me until her face is hovering over my cock. She looks up at me and smirks, slowly unfastening the belt around my waist, her slim fingers moving at an agonizing pace.
She knows what she’s doing, she’s doing this on purpose.
I watch as patiently as I can, waiting for when she finally decides that she’s teased me enough.
Claire undoes the button of my jeans just as slowly, “take off your shirt” she says, pulling off my pants.
There is absolutely zero hesitation on my end, I rip my shirt off my body as fast as I can. No way am I gonna pass up the opportunity for her to do whatever she wants to me. I will welcome it with open arms.
She laughs, seeing how desperate I am for her touch. She thumbs the waistband of my boxers, touching my v-line so delicately it drives me nuts.
“I really don’t have to do much to turn you on, huh?”
“I was just eating you out” I groan, “of fucking course I’m turned on.”
Shrugging her shoulders, she reaches into my boxers and pulls out my cock. Her delicate fingers stroke it in long, slow motions, every second of it lighting me on fire. She licks her lips, staring at me, waiting to see if I crack.
Of course I do, I shatter into a million pieces, “this teasing seriously sucks. I would like it a lot more ifyouwere the one sucking.” The moment the words leave my lips, she wraps hers around me, using her tongue to trace little circles around the head.
I groan while I watch her throat slide down my dick, and on the way back up, she extends her tongue out to lick me from base to tip. Claire does this thing where she sucks just a little bit harder when she reaches the top, and it drives me absolutely nuts.
I don’t know where she learned to do this, but holy fuck I’m grateful.
Wait. Hold on.
No, I’m not. How the fuck does she know how to do this?
I don’t like the idea of her wrapping her pretty little lips around another mans cock. I grab her chin, forcing her to make eye contact with me, “I can’t stop thinking about you with another man” I growl. She yelps when I flip us over, pinning her to the bed I lean down close to her face, “and I don’t like it pretty girl, I don’t like it at all.”
“Maybe you should show me that no other man is comparable to you then” she grins. A fire ignites in her eyes, she likes it when I get possessive.
Noted.
I reach over the side of the bed, digging into my pants pocket to pull out a condom. After rolling it over my cock, I run the tip from her entrance to her clit, teasing her for a moment so I can hear those beautiful sounds again, then sliding my way back down and easing my way into her.
“Are you going to move or?” She questions.
“Baby, you’re going to have to give me a second here. I’m trying very hard to keep my composure.”
“What do you mean?” I can’t tell if she’s challenging me or if she’s genuinely asking.
With a deep breath I respond, “if I start moving right now, this activity will only last about three seconds.”
She smiles and bites her lip.
I swear to god if she starts laughing right now i’ll- and she’s laughing.
“I’m sorry” she says between giggles, “but I can’t. I’ve managed to defeattheLucas St. James.”
“Fuck off.” I pull out and slam into her, causing her to arch her back and release a breathy moan.
I continue to relentlessly pound into her, going at a steady pace and making sure I don’t change a single thing. Her body is reacting to me right now, and if I switch things up I might just ruin her orgasm for her.
