“I’m not quite a god. Why don’t you just call me Michael instead?”
An uncontrollable laugh escaped her lips. She playfully shoved my shoulder with her knee. “Okay, Michael.”
“Kayla,” I said quietly, then softly kissed her belly. “Mom,” I said, and kissed her again. I worked my way back up her body until we were face to face.
I brushed some wild, stray strands of hair out of her face and kissed her sweetly. “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” My thumb caressed her cheek as we smiled at each other.
She shook her head.
“What?” I asked. “Is that too cheesy?”
Kayla placed her palm over mine. “It is cheesy. But it’s the last thing I care about right now.”
“Oh?” I asked. “What is it?” I lowered my lips to her ear. “Am I leaving you… unsatisfied?”
“No, I’m very satisfied. But there is something I want,” she said, reaching her hand towards the elastic waistband of my shorts and sliding her fingers underneath. Her hand found my cock, thick and hard and dripping with precum. She wrapped her fingers around me and smiled when I took in a sharp breath.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”
“Good. Now get naked.”
I grinned and rolled to my side on the lounger, then quickly pushed off my shorts and pulled her body into mine. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, and kissed her passionately.
Kayla enjoyed finally feeling my naked body against hers, feeling my dick pressed between us. She reached for me, circling me with her fingers and pumping her hand over my shaft.
I screwed my eyes shut. “Fuck.”
She smiled smugly at the power she had over me, then kissed him hard, trailing down the light stubble on my jaw. My neck, down his chest, and my abs. Until she reached my cock.
Kayla’s lips ghosted over my tip, then she lowered herself, licking my hardened length from the base before plunging me into her hot, wet mouth.
“Fuck,” I said, my voice nearly gone with how unexpectedly deep and quickly she took me in.
I reached for her, brushing her long hair to the side so I could fully appreciate the view of her lips around me. She was like a dream, a voluptuous, dark-haired beauty of a dream who was dedicated to my pleasure.
And as she heard every moan that escaped from my lips, felt every twitch I made in reaction to her touch, I couldn’t help but think how the real thing was so much better than the toy I’d just used.
She sucked and teased me, her hands not only pumping over my shaft to heighten the sensation, but gracing all the parts of me that yearned for her touch.
“Kayla,” I groaned. “If you keep going like this, I’m never going to get inside you.”
She lifted her head and drew a finger around her lips to clean her mouth. “Hmm. I suppose you have a point.”
She crawled back up my body like a lioness stalking her prey. Her grin was a mile wide as she positioned herself above me, her hands bracketing my shoulders. She dipped her head to kiss me.
“But you’ve had your fun, and now I want to have mine.” She kissed me again, slowly, deeply. “And you want me to have fun, don’t you?”
I answered by raising my head off the lounger and kissing those luscious lips that did such dirty, wonderful things.
Kayla slowly pushed my shoulders back and kissed her way down to my throbbing cock. But before she placed her lips over the pink, swollen head, she lifted herself up and off the chair. My eyes narrowed in confusion, then widened with surprise when I understood what she was doing. She straddled me, lowering one knee, then the other, until her head was positioned above mycock and I had the best view of her sweet pussy, just inches from his face.
Fuuuck.
There was something to be said for her previous position, for seeing her face as she licked and sucked me and took me into her mouth. I could admire her and see the smirk on her face when her eyes locked with mine. But from this angle, she was pure temptation.
I could see that beautiful, delicious pussy of hers, dripping with how turned on she was. I could see her breasts bouncing as she moved her mouth over me. She rocked her hips and shook her ass, teasing me some more, asking for my attention.
And I’d have been a fool to leave her hanging.
