“Yes. Just like that.”
Desire fires through his eyes when I swivel my tongue around his veiny shaft before I slowly retreat my lips, all while maintaining eye contact.
Since I’m not fully accepting all of him in my mouth, I pump the remaining parts with my hand.
It excites him even more.
His grip on my hair firms as praise rings in my ears. “Those lips… that mouth… they’re better than I imagined, and so much better than my hand.” I tighten my lips around his shaft, loving his confession that I’ve invaded his thoughts. “Yes… Make me unravel. Take me harder. Fuck me with your pretty little mouth.”
My cheeks hollow as my lips stretch to cover his girth. He haslength and width, and the thought of him finishing down my throat squeezes my thighs together.
Again and again, I take him in and out of my mouth. I lick the tip and squeeze his balls with my other hand while watching all the emotions playing out on his face.
God, he’s a stunning man. His features are tense with desire, but each one is flawless. He’s tall, dark, and handsome. And his cock is enormous. He embodies the threat I’ve been trying to avoid for the past three years.
Chemistry forever brews trouble for me. I can’t do attachments. I’m rarely in one place for more than a month, and it’s unusual to find someone willing to overlook my career.
I’m not a stripper because I want my body to be worshiped. It’s because I make fast, morally ethical money.
Though it doesn’t seem like that right now.
I’d stop if I could, but money and a life-crippling debt aren’t fueling my motives right now.
Desire is.
“Yes,” the stranger moans as I draw my lips close to the cropped hairs splayed across his groin.
He’s still fully dressed, but I have no hesitation in saying his body is divine. His V muscle is well-defined, and the rocks of his hips pushed his dress shirt up enough to reveal the start of an impressive six-pack.
“Just… like… that…” A hip thrust emphasizes each word.
The more I work him, the more his breaths hiss through his teeth. He’s losing control, and I’m only one step behind. I’m hot all over, and my bikini bottoms are slick with arousal.
Fueled by intense arousal, I devour him hungrily, as though I’ve been deprived of a taste I didn’t know I craved until this moment. I swirl my tongue around his broad head with each suck, and I moan when he rewards my effort with a squirt of pre-cum.
He’s close. I can feel it.
The thick veins feeding his impressive manhood throb against my palm as I stroke, paying dedicated attention to the crown. I drag myteeth over the ridges, poke my tongue into his slit, and nuzzle the silky-smooth flesh with my cheek.
“In or out?” he questions as his eyes slowly close while he arches up, stuffing more of his fat cock into my mouth.
Its throbbing mirrors the frantic buzz racing through my core when I murmur, “In.”
Somehow, he thickens even more as our eyes meet and he surrenders to the madness consuming him. Cum pours from his cock as his nostrils flare, but his eyes never leave mine. I pause to savor the taste of him in my mouth before swallowing every drop.
Then I’m rewarded a purely wicked grin.
