She glances around with wide, mischievous eyes. "There's no one around this time, Cranky Bear, and I want to try something…"
My lungs cease functioning when she slides off my lap, landing on her knees between my legs. Her big gray eyes meet mine as she reaches for my zipper, her tongue skirting her bottom lip.
"You've tasted me. It's my turn."
Oh, Jesus.
I lean back, one hand clamped around the arm of the sofa, the other thrown over the back of it, determined to keep my fucking hands to myself. That lasts right up until she slides one hand into my pants and pulls my dick out.
Sweat beads on my forehead, trickling down my temple.
"You're so beautiful," she whispers, eyeing my cock like she wants to fucking hug it. Her gaze flicks to mine, her cheeks pink. "Maybe I'm not supposed to tell you that, but it's true."
"You can tell me anything," I rasp.
She wraps her fist around me, her gaze drifting back to my dick. Her lips part slightly, rapt fascination written into every line of her face as her thumb ghosts over the head.
"Fuck," I groan, my hips arching from the couch.
She leans forward, flicking her tongue out.
I damn near lose it when she touches it to my slit. Her eyes widen before she pulls back slightly, smiling triumphantly. "Oh, I like the way you taste, Sidney."
I'm going to fuck her through the floor.
I'm going to fuck her through the floor.
I know I'm going to—
"Fuck!" I growl, my hands sliding into her hair when she moves all at once, pulling me into her hot little mouth. I hit the back of her throat, and I know I'm going to die right here, right now.
Hattie is on her knees with my dick in her mouth. She's sucking my cock and moaning like it's the best thing she's ever had between her lips. There is no world where I survive this.
"Christ, baby, just like that," I groan, gathering her hair up to watch as she plunges down, taking as much of me as she can fit. Her lips are stretched to capacity, and still, there's another four or five inches.
She fights for another inch, choking herself in the process.
"Careful, baby. Careful."
Her eyes meet mine before she plunges down again, intentionally choking herself with my cock.
I snap. I just fucking lose it.
My hands tighten in her hair, my hips lifting from the couch. "Is this what you want, butterfly? You want me to fuck your mouth? Choke you with my cock?"
She bobs her head frantically, her eyes dark and dilated. Spit drips down her chin, and her eyes water, but she doesn't back off. She just keeps going, letting me pump myself inside her mouth in shallow strokes until I'm barely hanging on by a thread.
"I'm going to cum," I growl, trying to pull away.
She fights me like a little hellcat, her eyes locked on my face like she's just daring me to stop her as she plunges down again and then again. She sucks hard, her hand stroking up my shaft.
That's all it takes.
"Hattie!" I rasp, my hips arching from the sofa as I splinter. Cum spills into her mouth in a flood. She tries to swallow it all, but there's too much. She pulls back, a spurt landing against her cheek. Another lands against her lips. Another drips down her chin.
I snarl like a wounded animal at the sight of her with my cum all over her face, hauling her up from the floor. Her panties are gone before her ass lands on my lap.
"Sidney!" she gasps, shocked when I slam my mouth against hers, kissing her wildly.
