“I’m about to come on the spot, Trouble. You trying to make it three seconds instead of thirty?”
She smirks at first, but her mouth falls open when I tell her, “Now wrap that hand around my cock.”
She feels soft, wet, delicious.
“Like this?” she asks, unsure.
I cover her hand with mine, guiding her grip. “Tighter,” I growl.
She obeys, and I see stars, spilling a string of curses.
“Fuck.” One breath, one shiver. “Yes. Like that.”
I try to steady my breath, try to hold back, but it’s no use. It’s too much—her touch, her bouncing tits, that goddamn open mouth.
“Go slow. Real slow. Drag this out for me,” I beg. “I want to feel you pump my cock until I can’t take another stroke.”
She nods, eager, already moving.
Christ, she’s a fucking star student.
“Play with your tits while you do it. Show me what you like. Teach me too.”
She sucks her fingers, then rolls her nipple, moaning softly as she jerks me off with the other hand, stroking me like she was born to do that. I can’t stop myself. I start thrusting into her grip. I need to.
The sounds we’re making aren’t loud or fast, but they’re no less savage. It’s a crazy feeling. Never wanting it to end, while you watch your body take over and act on its own accord, rocking faster into her hand.
“Come all over me, Pres. I only heard you last night. Let me see you now. I want to see you lose it for me. I'll keep my mouth open.” She tips her chin down, tongue peeking out. “Try to get some inside it, so I can taste you.”
Fuck.
Me.
Of course I lose it. I piston into her hand, and she squeezes me even tighter. I watch her—mouth open, tongue out, eyes on mine. She’s willing me to fall apart for her, and fuck, I do.
My jaw drops open too. Not just in pleasure, but in awe of the goddess stretched out below me.
White strings shoot across her body—her neck, tits, belly. Down to the top of her pussy when the last of it spills. But none of it lands in her mouth, and her face doesn’t hide the disappointment.
“Did you want a taste that much, baby?” I ask, breathless.
“I did,” she confesses, keeping nothing from me.
“Then you will. Open up.”
“What—” she starts, but gasps when I bend down and lick my cum off her breast, gathering it on my tongue, then pressing it to her lips. The shock wears off the moment our mouths meet.
Mia doesn’t hesitate. She sucks my tongue deep into her mouth and moans when it hits her tastebuds.
Her pupils widen—and then she rips me apart, saying, “I really like you,” before licking her lips, already hungry for more.
“I’m sure it tastes better since it’s mixed with your pussy on my tongue.”
Her gaze flicks around the room as if she hadn’t considered that.
“It is?”
“Have you ever tasted yourself, Mia?”
