“Well.” Tag tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “Get ready, because I will be making you feel more of that.”
This time, I do push him back. “Not until I get my taste.”
Shoving him onto his back, I shed him of his remaining clothing and watch as his dick springs free. Licking my lips, I can’t take my eyes off his hard length.
The way the vein on the underside throbs. The precumleaking from the tip. It’s a heady sensation knowing that I’m the one that makes this sexy specimen of a man feel this way.
“What are you waiting for? Do it,” he urges me on.
I quirk a brow at him. “Now who’s being greedy?”
“I can’t help it if I’m ready to fuck you again. I’ve only been waiting since you left my bed the first night.”
I smile up at him as I take his cock in hand. “I won’t be leaving tomorrow morning, that I can promise.”
“Fuck. That feels good.”
“It’ll feel even better in a minute.”
Sucking the tip into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around the head, loving the sounds that escape Tag.
I take him as far back as I can, stretching my lips around his girth. The salty taste of him on my tongue urges me on. Bringing a man like Tag Easton to his knees has me swallowing him back as far as I can.
“Fuuuuck.” Tag thrusts up into my mouth, causing me to gag around him. “Fuck, sorry, baby.”
I pull off him. “Don’t be.”
Taking a deep breath, I dive back on him. Using my hand and mouth, I work him over in hard squeezes and long, slow sucks. I lap up everything he is giving me. Until his fingers card through my hair and pull me off him with a pop.
“Now. I want to be inside that sweet pussy of yoursnow.”
“Condom?” I ask.
“Wallet.”
Finding his jeans on the floor, I fish it out of his pocket and take out the foiled packet. I make quick work of opening it and sliding it down him.
Before he can move, I’m straddling his hips. I linemyself up and slide down his cock, allowing time to adjust to his thick size.
I’m wet from my earlier release, making it easier as I take him fully inside me.
“Yes.” I dig my nails into his pecs as I wiggle my hips.
Rocking over him, my moves are slow and measured. Every inch of him feels like he was made just for me.
“Fuck, Liv. You look so damn beautiful like this.” Tag pulls me down, wiping the corner of my mouth before leaning in for a searing kiss. “Bouncing on my cock.”
“I can’t get enough. I’m so close.”
“Then come.”
Tag grabs my hips and pumps up—hard—into me. “Oh!”
My orgasm is no less powerful than before as it sweeps through me. It’s as if my own release drags his out of him. I collapse on top of him as he fills the condom.
“Baby, that was so damn good.”
His bare skin is sticky under mine. Our breathing syncs as we both come down from our highs.
