“Like what you see?”
Davis’s voice is like gravel, and goosebumps spring across my chest, tightening my nipples.
“Yes. And I see what Iwant.” I stress the last word, the way he’s done with me in the past when pushing me to put myself first.
His eyes close briefly, just enough to let me know my words have hit home.
“Come here,” I say, nudging his hand out of the way so I can wrap my palm around his cock. I give a couple of experimental pumps, easing his foreskin back to expose the darkened tip.
Davis hisses like I’ve scalded him, a pearl of precum pooling in his slit. “Gentle. I’m half a second from coming all over you.”
I can’t stop smiling as I bend my head and lap at the silvery liquid. Davis hisses again, his hands tunnelling through my hair and gripping. The tension sparking my synapses alights, and I wet the corners of my lips with my tongue. Davis isn’t too long, considering the man makes me feel petite at six feet, but he’s thick, and I’ve got no interest in splitting my mouth open trying to swallow him. I drop a little kiss on the underside of his cock, then touch my tongue to it, learning the terrain of him. Then I grasp his base harder as I take the first couple of inches in my mouth.
I need a few seconds to adjust. I haven’t sucked cock in ages, and the width makes it feel like that game where you shove as many marshmallows as possible in your cheeks. Davis stays still while I breathe through my nose and run my tongue along the base. His dick twitches, and I smile around it.
There we go.
I might be out of practice, but dick-sucking hasn’t undergone any innovative new developments as far as I’m aware. I add suction, and his groan echoes above me as I go deeper with every pass.
“Fuck, just like that.”
I whimper around him, the praise rolling over me like hot honey. He tastes good, like warm skin andmale musk and his scent is teasing my nostrils. There’s nothing to think about except teeth placement and breath control, and the words of affirmation that keep coming.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“You’re sucking me so good.”
“I’ve been dreaming about seeing you like this.”
Doing this has its own kind of power. Not the ‘bad boss’ kind, but a quieter, deeper power. Holding this man at my mercy even as he towers above me.
Actually…
I lean back, spit trailing between us like our bodies don’t want to break the connection. “Lie down.”
Davis is quick to obey, throwing himself on the mattress so eagerly that the impact bounces me into his side. A warm arm wraps around me, drawing me in for a tongue-tangling kiss. I pull away and kiss the length of his body, pausing to lick his neck, his nipples, the line of ink tracing his lower ribs.
I make my way back down to his cock, and he arches, giving me a perfect angle to press light kisses against the soft skin of his balls.
“Fuck,” he grunts, and then I take one in my mouth. His head thumps back against the mattress, his hands finding my hair again, twisting tight as I turn my attention to the other.
“You little tease,” he mutters above me, and I laugh, licking up the seam and laving the root of his cock. I’ve got a whole plan in place, but Davis lurches upwards, grabbing me around the waist, and I’m spinning, lightheaded from wine and lust and that sweet, sweet praise. When I land, I’m somehow on my hands and knees, facing his cock as I straddle his face.
A stinging slap blooms across my right ass cheek. Not enough to hurt, just enough to shock me back into the moment, and then Davis’s hands are on my thighs, pulling me open and down, right onto his tongue.
He doesn’t use any of his precise orgasm-seeking tricks from the car. This time, hedevoursme. His tongue and lips are everywhere, licking and sucking. He’s burying his nose, his wholeface, in my pussy like he can’t get enough.
Being so clearly wanted splits me open, and I fall forward, wrapping my arms under his thighs to keep us steady while I suck him deeper this time. My mouth’s all warmed up, and I use it, swallowing him until my chin grazes the bottom of his abs and he’s in my throat.
Davis groans against my pussy, redoubling his efforts and eating me messily, loudly, the room full of the sounds of our mutual pleasure. I suck harder, working my tongue against his shaft as he grinds his hips upwards.
Thank God I’m tall enough to do this.
Never in my life have I been thankful for my height, but I am now. Gratitude swells in me because there’sno wayI would have the ability to spread my knees further and work my hips down so that Davis can reach every single centimeter of my cunt with his mouth while I suck him like a summer popsicle at five-foot-four. And Iloveit.
I love it so much, in fact, that when he taps my hip twice, I ignore him, humming around the thick jut of his erection so he’ll feel it vibrate his balls.
The taps grow more insistent, and he rips his face away from its new home to gasp, “Cee, sweetheart. Come here.”
