He winked, and the simple, playful action sealed the deal for good.
She sank to her knees on his plush carpet, giving him a wicked grin.
“Look at you on your knees for me.” His voice dipped, rough and hungry. “You gonna let me fill that pretty mouth, Beth? Let me feel that throat swallow around my cock?”
“I am.” She glided her hands up his inked, lightly furred thighs as she inched closer on her knees. “And I’m going to make you lose your mind.”
His smirk did something to her insides, twisted them all up in a tangle of knots. She ignored it. This was nothing more than a physical release, so that’s where his focus would lie.
She wrapped her hand around his erection, loving the immediate hiss that left his lips. He was long, thick, and so hot against her palm, and hell, he’d feel good inside her.
Maintaining eye contact, she lowered her head and licked around the crown of his dick, tasting the salty bead of precumthat had gathered there. His eyelids grew heavy, forcing him to watch her through slits. His grunt and a few whispered curses spurred her on. She drew the head between her lips, sucking as she teased the sensitive underside with her tongue.
“Christ, your mouth is so fucking hot.”
She smiled around his cock and then set about shattering him. She took him to the back of her throat, fighting the reflexive urge to gag, and his whole body jerked in response. His abs contracted, thighs tensing beneath her palms, and the groan that tore from his chest sounded like it was ripped from somewhere deep inside him.
His hands flew to her hair, gripping but not controlling, letting her set the pace. “Fuck, that’s it. God, Beth, this mouth is fucking sinful.”
Yes. Tell me how much you love it.
This was what she craved. The words. Hearing how much Saint enjoyed everything she was doing to him. He seemed to understand what she wanted instinctually, or maybe they were just that damn compatible.
She worked up to a furious rhythm, bobbing on his cock as she’d never experienced anything better. He hit the back of her throat again and again, and while in the past she might have backed off or tried to end it quickly, his constant stream of mindless chatter and praise made her want to spend the next hour right there swallowing his cock.
“More, Beth. More, more, more. Baby, it’s so fucking good. You’re so good.”
After being with someone who put her down for so long, Saint’s admiration drove her wild. Maybe she’d developed a praise kink after being with a jerk for almost two years. She kept at him, adding her hands to the mix, raking her nails up his thighs. His back arched as he groaned.
“So beautiful,” he managed between rapid breaths. “So beautiful with that mouth stretched wide around my cock.”
She hummed around him, letting the vibration travel through his shaft, and he cried out a raw, broken sound that made her pussy clench. His grip tightened in her hair, fingers flexing against her scalp, but still letting her have control.
“Fuck, I felt that all the way in my balls. You like that, huh? Like it when I tell you how good you suck me? How it’s the best mouth I’ve ever felt?”
She moaned, squeezing her eyes shut as a wave of intense lust crashed over her. She was drenched, her pussy throbbing in time with each stroke of her mouth. The ache between her thighs had become almost unbearable. She was tempted to shove her pants down and ride her own fingers to take the edge off. Instead, she focused her efforts on Saint, doubling down until he began to tremble, and the skin beneath her palms grew slick with sweat.
“Fuck, Beth, I’m close.” His voice had gone ragged, wrecked. “Get ready, baby. I’m about to fill that pretty throat.”
She whimpered and took him deep one more time, swallowing around him as his cock pulsed against her tongue. He came with a guttural shout, his entire body bowing forward as he spilled hot and thick down her throat.
“Fuck!” The word tore out of him, raw and desperate, as she swallowed every drop, milking him through the aftershocks until he collapsed back against the couch, chest heaving.
He softened between her lips while his body settled from the powerful contractions. She let him slip from her lips, lifting to meet his sated gaze. Thank God she couldn’t see herself reflected in his eyes. She must look like a damn mess with rumpled hair, swollen lips, and saliva on her chin.
As she opened her mouth to say who knew what, Saint surged forward and grabbed her under her arms. In one world-tiltingmove, he had her on her back on the couch while he jerked her pants and panties off together. Then he bent her knees, shoving them wide.
Oh God, was he going to return the favor?“Wha—”
“Yes or no?”
Her eyes widened, and she nodded her head so fast the room spun. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”
He gave her the most roguish grin imaginable right before he lowered his head and dragged his tongue through her folds in one long, devastating stroke. She cried out and arched her hips, but he grabbed them and anchored her to the couch before devouring her like a man starved.
“Oh my God,” she shouted. It was so intense, so good, the way he tongued and sucked at her clit. She was already so turned on that, at this rate, she was going to come in three seconds flat.
Her neck arched, and she tried to thrust against his talented tongue, but he held her trapped in the most erotic prison.
