I pulled my fingers from her pussy.
“Open your mouth.”
She did, and I slipped one finger at a time between her lips, allowing her to suck them clean.
“When we get home, I’m gonna fuck this sassy mouth of yours,” I whispered as I leaned in. “I want to bury my cock in your throat.”
Her response was a kiss that sent my blood pressure soaring and my patience unraveling.
It took effort not to come apart completely during the drive back to the house. Laikyn tormented me by rubbing my dick, grinding the palm of her hand along the denim-covered ridge while I attempted to pay attention to the traffic laws. As soon as I parked the car in the garage and the door closed behind us, I turned off the engine and reached for her.
“Don’t you dare get out. I want your mouth on me now,” I growled, moving the seat back to give her room.
She was already working to free my cock from my jeans. I shifted so she could push the denim down, then reclined the seat while she went to work.
“Fuck … that mouth.” I finger-combed her hair while she sucked. “You’re such a good cocksucker.”
She shivered, something I noticed she did whenever I was vulgar. It turned her on, made her fucking wild.
“That’s it. Deep throat me. All the way.”
I urged her with my hand on the back of her head, guiding her down. I didn’t hold her at first, allowing her to set the pace. But as she brought me closer to detonation, I started pressing firmly, pumping my hips, using her mouth as much as she was using my cock.
“I’m gonna fuck your face, baby.”
She moaned around the dick lodged in her mouth, and I felt her relax, allowing me to take control.
I grabbed her head with both hands and held her, pushing her down while I thrust my hips, driving in deep. I groaned each time the head hit her throat.
“Fuck, yes … Laikyn … ahh, fuck yeah, swallow.”
She did, and the sensation shot me over the edge. I held her head while my cock spurted, and like a good cocksucker, she swallowed every drop.
Neither of us hesitated to get out of the car. We met at the front, our bodies crashing, mouths devouring. I maneuvered us into the house, kicking the door closed. We made it as far as the hallway before I crushed her against the wall. Her tongue thrashed against mine as I shoved my jeans down and tugged her panties to her knees. She kicked them off a second before I grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her off her feet.
Her legs wrapped around my hips when I pushed her against the wall, using it to balance her. She pressed kisses over my mouth as I rocked my hips, attempting to get my cock where I needed it to be. It took some finessing, her pussy stroking my cock while I shifted, angling toward her entrance. I finally pushed deep into the silky warmth of her body. I gave her a moment to acclimate to the intrusion, then I unleashed the beast. I’d thought about fucking her again every single minute since the last. I knew the next time I got my hands on her, I wasn’t going to let her go. As much as I wanted to pretend this was only about sating an urge, it was a lie.
“Oh, God, Rule. So fucking good.”
That was an understatement.
I couldn’t get enough of this woman. She could get me off, and still, I was hard for her. I’d gotten used to it, the same way I’d gotten used to the tight, wet heat of her.
I wasn’t gentle, pounding my lust into her body, forcing her to lean her head back so it didn’t slam against the wall. I gripped her ass with one hand, her hair with the other, and rode her until she screamed my name, then I made her come again before letting go for the second time since we got home.
20
Laikyn
After the trip to the beach onSaturday, Rule, Jinx, and I settled into a routine. Nothing overly domestic or anything, but we did seem to find a rhythm. While they worked, I spent time in my art studio. When they were home, I spent time with them. Jinx cooked because, as Rule told me, I was terrible at it. He was right. I was good at plenty of other things, so it didn’t bother me.
“What’s on the agenda tonight?” I asked as I helped Rule clean up the dinner dishes on Thursday night.
He’d come home earlier than usual, likely encouraged by the vulgar texts I’d sent him all afternoon. I hadn’t expected him, so I was in my art studio when he arrived. My punishment came in the form of him forcing me to my knees and making me take every inch of his beautiful dick down my throat. While I was easily persuaded, I didn’t make it too easy for him. It ended with us covered in paint and him fucking me from behind on one of the drop cloths. Afterward, we showered together, and he made me redo the blowjob, which I gladly did.
To say that the sex was even better than I ever imagined it could be was an understatement. I couldn’t get enough of this man, and now that he wasn’t holding back, I knew it was only going to get better.
Jinx wasn’t holding back either, but I could tell they were attempting not to overlap too much. Last night had been my turn with Jinx. I’d timed his arrival perfectly, getting into the swimming pool as soon as I heard the sexy rumble of his motorcycle. When he came out, he found me naked. It took him no time at all to join me. Seriously, no time since he came into the water fully dressed. I climbed him like a tree, and he fingered me to orgasm three times before I even had a chance to say hello.
