“You better stop. You’re not ready for round two.”
She smirks. “I think you mean four. I had three orgasms, remember? You on the other hand...” She pointedly glances at my cock, and sinks to her knees, “...only had one. That’s hardly fair.”
My noble plan of letting her rest vanishes in an instant, and I grab her by the hair before she touches me. Long, wet strands slide between my fingers, and I grip tighter than I mean to, afraid she’ll change her mind.
Her fingers curl around my shaft and the second her breath ghosts over the head, I forget my own name. Heat radiates up my spine, spreading out in all directions.
“Jesus, fuck... You’re made of wet dreams, hellcat.”
Her eyes flash. There’s defiance there, yes, but also something new. Curiosity.Hunger.
“Hold that thought,” she whispers, lips brushing the bead of precum. “This is new to me.”
Fuck. Something savage coils hot in my gut. She’s never done this before. I’m her first.
I brace against the wall behind her back, my other hand still tangled in her hair. She parts her lips and that first wet drag of her tongue nearly knocks me off my feet.
“Like the taste?” I ask, holding on to control I know I’ll lose.
She hums around me, the sound vibrating every nerve in my spine. “I love it.”
“Good, because I want to watch you swallow every drop. Make me come, hellcat.”
Her sinful, self-assured smile burns itself right into my memory. If she leaves me, if this is just temporary, I’ll jerk off to this moment until I’m rotting in the ground.
Exhaling sharply, she gets to work, lips, tongue, hand moving in perfect sync. She swallows more length than I thought she’d manage first time.
“Christ...” I hiss, a shudder racking my frame when her teeth scrape the underside. “You’re doing great, keep going.”
She pulls back with a wet pop, eyes glistening, chin slick. “I’ve never done this before. You could help, you know? Take control or something.”
My fingers tighten in her hair, gathering the soaked strands into a rough ponytail. “You want me to use your mouth?”
“Yes, please. I learn fastest by demonstration.”
I almost come on the spot.
“Careful what you ask for.” I cup her cheek, driving my hips forward slowly. Her lips stretch and she gags when I hit the back of her throat, but she doesn’t jerk away.
No, she relaxes her throat and takesmore.
“Breathe through your nose,” I say, easing back for a second. “If I overdo it, tap my leg and I’ll stop.”
“Stop talking, start fucking.”
If I could laugh, I would, but I’m so turned on it’s not fucking funny. I hold her still, pushing into her mouth in a sharp thrust. She moans, nails digging into the backs of my thighs.
I bite down a groan.
“Look at you,” I rasp, hips pumping, finding a rhythm. “So fucking pretty on your knees.”
Saliva coats her chin, her eyes water, and cheeks hollow with every drag of my cock between her lips. My stomach coils, balls draw tight, every muscle tenses as pleasure builds at the base of my spine so fast it makes my head spin.
“I’m close,” I grit out, fucking her mouth a little deeper, a little faster. “Jesus...fuck.”
She moans when I hit deep, the sound vibrating along my shaft and adding ten points to how fucking divine this feels. I stop, spilling down her throat with a guttural groan. The muscles in my thighs turn to stone, the orgasm so potent my vision tunnels. Leilani swallows, milking me dry.
When I finally release her, I’m trembling, sweat and water dripping down my temple, vision still dark at the edges.
