Sutton dropped instantly, not needing further instruction as she reached for my belt, pulled it free, unbuttoned my pants, and shoved them and my boxer briefs to my ankles. Her hand wrapped around my shaft, which was flushed a deep, rosy pink. The sight of it wasobscene—her slim, delicate fingers working up and down my length. She gave me a few experimental tugs, using her free hand to toy with my balls, before leaning in and brushing her lips over my head.
A sigh escaped me and, needing something to hold onto, I settled my hand atop her head. Not grabbing or keeping her in place but anchoring myself to the moment.
At last, she sealed her lips around me, swirling her tongue around the tip before taking me deep. When my head hit the back of her throat and she swallowed around me, breathing through her gag reflex, I grunted, my knees nearly buckling.
She hummed around me, the vibration zinging straight to my balls. I’d been on edge all afternoon, basically since she’d left my office earlier, and I swore I wasn’t going to last long. But I also wasn’t quite ready to leave the wet warmth of her mouth, and all thoughts of doing so left me as she continued to bob up and down my length, her hand chasing her mouth, scraping against me lightly with her teeth—which I fucking loved.
I moaned as she took me impossibly deeper. Unbidden, my fingers flexed into her hair, gripping tighter. I was careful, though, not to take too much. Careful not to lose complete control and let my hips snap forward, fucking her perfect mouththe way I wanted. But I’d be damned if that control wasn’t balanced on a knife’s edge.
Tilting my head back and closing my eyes, I reveled in the sloppy symphony of her working me over.
“Fuck, Sutton,” I ground out, wrapping her long, brown strands around my fist. “I think that’s my new favorite sound.”
She pulled off, spit trailing from her lips to my tip, pumping my shaft with her hand as she breathlessly asked, “What is?”
Topping my head forward again, I grinned down at her. “You choking on my cock.”
Sutton rolled her eyes, but they never left mine as she closed her lips around me again.
“So pretty,” I mused, running my fingertip across her lips where they stretched wide around my girth.
She reached up to gently roll my balls in her palm. When she pressed a finger to my taint, my hips jerked forward in a hard thrust. Worried I’d hurt her, I pulled free and dragged her to her feet.
“You okay?”
Sutton giggled, rubbing her mouth with the back of her arm. “I’m fine. That was hot.”
“Need to fuck you now, sunny.”
We undressed quickly then climbed onto the bed. Even though she’d been a lot more open and freer with allowing me to take control in bedroom activities, I still approached her carefully, moving over her slowly, giving her time to push me away.
She never did, though.
On my knees between her thighs, I gathered her tits in both of my hands and jiggled them, rubbing my thumbs over her already peaked nipples. Everything about her was perfect, as though she’d been created specifically for me, the physical embodiment of every fantasy I’d ever had.
“Flip over,” I directed. “Get on all fours.”
Sutton obeyed without comment, turning over and getting up on her hands and knees, putting her gorgeous, round ass and wet cunt at the perfect height. I slipped a finger through her slit, gathering her arousal to lube up. Sutton watched over her shoulder as, without warning, I gripped my cock at the base, shuffled forward, and shoved into her. My girl gasped at the intrusion, but it quickly morphed into a moan, her head falling forward as I pulled out and slammed in again.
My hands found their way onto her hips, holding her tightly in place while I pounded into her recklessly. I was fucking mesmerized by the way her ass rippled with each of my thrusts, and the room filled with the sounds of our skin slapping. Sutton shifted a little, steadying herself with one hand so her other could toy with her clit, her fingers brushing my cock as I continued to move.
“That’s it, baby. Get yourself there. Want you to soak my cock.”
“I’m close,” she whined, her hand moving faster between her legs.
I could tell by the way her walls clamped around me. Wrapping an arm around her torso, right below her tits, I hauled her back. Her spine curved in order to keep that perfect angle I hit her from, but her shoulders and head fell against my chest. I wrapped my palm around her neck, immediately ruined by the sight of the dark ink of my tattoos contrasted against her pretty, creamy skin. The L-O-V-E across my knuckles was a stark reminder of how deeply I cared for this woman, how my entire existence was ruled by her and that four letter word.
“This okay?” I asked softly against her ear.
Sutton’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut as she nodded. Mouth opened in pleasure, and she managed to gasp, “More.”
Smacking the hand between her legs out of the way, I went to work on her clit, and her eyes popped open, those amber orbs locking on mine.
“Good girl,” I praised. “You keep those gorgeous eyes on mine when you come, yeah?”
She nodded, completely at a loss for words as I toyed with her like her body was an instrument only I knew how to play, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
“Lane,” she gasped. “I need?—”
