“I’ll ask again. Do you like what you see?” My voice was deeper than normal, filled with testosterone.
Her answer?
She licked her lips again.
I was now so turned on I was ready to lift her into my arms and carry her into the bedroom. Enough torment, for fuck’s sake.
But she had other things in mind. With the same look on her face and both hands on either side of my jeans, she dropped to her knees with such grace, I was surprised.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, my body already teetering from anticipation. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a woman give me head. About the last time I’d bothered to be with a woman.
A couple of years. Maybe longer.
She continued teasing me, taking her time to drag the material past my hips and down my legs. But instead of allowing me to step out of them, she raked the edge of one nail down my shaft.
Of course the reaction was instant, my cock twitching as before but with enough force I was almost embarrassed. She allowed a single sensual moan and repeated her action, now running the tip across the sensitive slit.
Fuck me.
If she thought I’d allowed her to do continue doing this for long, she had another think coming. The entire lower half of my body ached like a son of a bitch already. And my balls? Hell, my testicles were just as painful.
Evidently, the girl had learned the skill of reading minds since she concentrated on my heavy sac, rolling her finger in lazy circles.
You bet I needed additional alcohol. When I failed to reach the glass, I grabbed the bottle instead, taking a long swig. All while she was studying my balls as if dissecting them. With a hard thud, the bottle was returned to the counter and the noise prompted another look of contempt.
Kenzie finally offered some sense of relief when she ran her fingernail down the underside and wrapped her fingers around the base of my shaft. Yet she continued to torment me, stroking up and down only once.
“Ah, Palomino Girl. What are you doing to me?” I jutted my hips forward, even rolling onto the balls of my feet.
“Whatever I want. Something you need to keep in mind.” She blew across the tip while sliding her hand under my balls.
“Damn it, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“I doubt it. You’re much stronger than that. Or so you like to think.” I’d be damned if she didn’t roll my testicles around her fingers, toying with me in a way that would push me into doing something I shouldn’t do.
Like not taking no for an answer.
She was certainly enjoying herself, lightly pumping my cock while daring to throw me looks every few seconds.
When she finally darted her tongue around my cockhead, I rocked on the balls of my feet, every muscle so tense I almost fell over. The moment she finally wrapped lush lips around the tip, that was all I could take.
I fisted a handful of her hair, keeping her head in place.
“Suck me, baby girl. Just fucking suck me.” I watched her, curious as to what she would do. She added pressure to my balls, squeezing them until I threw my head back and groaned. When she twisted her hand around my dick, my entire body began to shake both from a rush of adrenaline and such crazed need I couldn’t think straight.
She knew what she was doing to me and was enjoying every second of it.
I took several gasping breaths, letting her take a couple of inches inside her hot, wet mouth. Finally, she started to suck and I was shocked at the strength of her jaw muscles. Still, she took her sweet time, driving me absolutely nuts while her tongue swirled back and forth.
The friction caused by her hand was almost too much, the hint of pain something I hadn’t anticipated. But she tempered it with her mouth and tongue, developing a rhythm that kept me on a sweet plateau. The woman was an expert at sucking me. Far too much so.
A part of me wanted nothing more than to require her to do this for freaking hours. However, the longing to drive my dick deep inside lingered in the forefront of my mind.
Nothing was about to stop her, her rhythm increasing, taking more of me until the tip hit the back of her throat. My fucking God.
I rubbed my face, every guttural sound becoming a perfect representation of the sweet agony I was in. She truly had no understanding of what she was doing to me and if I wasn’t careful, I’d fill her mouth with my cum.
That could come later. Not the first time. Not since I’d thought about fucking her a few hundred times. Yeah, I was a bad man somewhere deep inside to think about making love to a girl who’d ended up hating my guts. But here she was with my dick in her mouth.
