“You’re insatiable,” she says with a laugh, looping her arms around his broad shoulders.
“It’s your fault, not mine,” he answers, popping his head back up and making direct eye contact. “When I’ve got the most beautiful woman in the world with the tightest, prettiest pussy I’ve ever had the privilege to experience, how am I not supposed to become addicted?”
“Wow, you’re really laying it on thick, huh?” she asks, cocking an eyebrow and fisting his red Titan’s shirt.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he says with a pained groan, and her stomach flips and then fills with butterflies.
“You had me in the shower this morning,” she says, pretending to be annoyed, but they both know she loves it and craves it just as much as Tristan does. It’s just more fun for herto pretend to put up a fight about it and watch him squirm and beg.
“Tessaaaa,” he whines. “Do I need to get on my knees?”
“Mmm…no. I’ve got a better idea.”
She pushes him back gently and he takes a clumsy step backward, watching with wide eyes as her hand moves from his chest, down to grip the waist band of his red athletic shorts. Tessa’s eyes are fixated in the obvious hard bulge in his pants that is practically pointing straight at her, begging for her attention.
“What’s your idea?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I think I should be the one on my knees.”
The sexy little smirk she gives him is almost enough to get him off right there, and he tips his head back and groans in equal parts pleasure and pain.
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me,” he says. “Come here, give me a kiss first, baby.”
She steps towards him and brings her lips to his, but he moves his head back slightly to create distance and holds her jaw with his strong hand.
“Open your mouth and give me your tongue,” he orders, and she does so instantly, as if he has her under some kind of spell that she couldn’t break even if she tried.
He can’t wait one second after her mouth opens, and he meets her tongue with his, their tongues gently sliding together, causing a feral moan to escape from Tessa’s lips, the sensation of him against her sending a shockwave straight to her clit. Tristan brings their lips together and steals her breath with a kiss so passionate and borderline aggressive that she has to wrap her arms back around his neck in order to stay upright.
She eventually pulls away and looks at him through hooded eyes, the usual bright blue color of her irises much darker with blown out pupils.
Tessa’s hands grip onto his strong hips as she guides herself onto her knees before him, cupping his throbbing erection in her hand and giving it a squeeze. She’s trapped in between his body and the wall and can’t help but feel vulnerable and completely at Tristan’s mercy, which she’s come to discover…she loves.
“Please don’t torture me, sweetheart,” he says, eyes glossed over and pleading with her.
“You’ll be patient,” she says back, delicate fingers curling around the waist band and slowly, oh so fucking slowly, she pulls them down to sit around his massive thighs. His cock springs up in front of her, heavy and bobbing teasingly before her. She wraps her hand around it which causes Tristan to hiss through a breath of pleasure, and she marvels at how big and hard he is.
He’s so turned on that the tip of the swollen head is dripping precum, and she sensually leans forward to slowly lick at his tip, making sure he can see the salty liquid on her tongue.
“Fuck,” she whispers, giving it another lick. “So good.”
He lets out what is supposed to be a laugh, but it just comes out as a woosh of air, and his hands fly up to the wall to brace himself.
“You’re unreal,” he groans.
She feels herself losing control at the sight of him coming undone before her, which is always her kryptonite, and she opens her mouth to suck on the head, swirling her tongue around at the same time.
“Fucking Christ,” Tristan whimpers, voice breaking and unsteady. “That feels so fucking good.”
With his words and body language showing clear signs of his pleasure, Tessa takes more of him into her mouth, bringing it back as far as she can until he hits the back of her throat. Her body wants to protest and reject the large intrusion. She’s able to hold back a full gag but knows that he saw the struggle and his eyes turn dark and feral.
“You’re so pretty when you choke on my cock, Tess,” he says, grabbing a fist full of her hair and slowly rocking his hips into her eager mouth.
She moans around him and takes him deep again, breathing deeply through her nose, and pulling back again when it’s too much. She leans back more and lets the copious amount of saliva that the gagging has produced drip from her lips as she lazily lets him slip out of her mouth, and his eyes roll back at the site.
He takes his throbbing cock in his hand and directs it towards her salivating lips, delicately rubbing the sensitive head against the softness of her lips that are slightly parted, and begins stroking his shaft feverishly.
“More,” he says through clenched teeth, and she sucks him back into her mouth, bobbing up and down greedily, using her soft, warm hand to massage his balls that are tight against his body and ready to release.
