“Can you see into the other room?” he asked.
She glanced over. A threesome was going at it, their sexcapades visible through the one-way mirror.
“I didn’t even notice them,” she murmured.
“Enjoy the live show.” He knelt at the edge of the bed, slid his hands under her ass, and pulled her toward him. With her pussy inches from his face, he could finally feast.
He pressed his mouth to her tender flesh and kissed her soaked folds. He caressed her wet opening with his tongue while her deep, raspy moans filled his ears.
“Ohgod, too good,” she whispered between breaths.
“I’m gonna take good care of you, Britain.”
He tongued her pussy, lightly massaged her swelling clit with his thumb. The build was excruciatingly slow. On purpose. Passion pulsed hard through him. He couldn’t get enough of her, his mouth was soaked with her juices, his growls deep and raspy.
He slipped two fingers inside her soft, warm opening, and withdrew. Again. And again. Her throaty groans turned his cock to granite. When he added a third finger, she started thrashing beneath him. He lifted his gaze to her. To his surprise, she wasn’t watching the threesome in the next room door. Her eyes were locked on his, her expression impossible to read. Part rapture, part… curiosity?
“I’m gonna come,” she blurted.
He stroked and licked her sex while she convulsed hard on the bed. Crying out, she jerked and shuddered, her pussy clamping down on his fingers. Knowing he could bring her that much pleasure chased away the demons that haunted him day in and day out.
After releasing a long sigh, she relaxed into the mattress.
He gently withdrew his fingers, kissed the hood of her swollen clit, and moved over her. She wrapped herself around him, tonguing him with a raw hunger that made his balls ache. The searing kiss continued until she’d had her fill.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he ground out.
She nudged him over, got between his legs. “Blowjob.”
Hell, yeah.
“Tonight’s for you,” he said. “My apology.”
“Tonightisfor me,” she agreed. “And I want to suck you off.”
Britain
Though sated from her orgasm,Brit wanted more.
She wanted his hard shaft in her mouth. She wanted his cock inside her.
What shedidn’tcare about was the new couple now occupying the room next door. Being a voyeur was exciting, but the real fun was the hands-on fuckfest she was having with Joaquin.
Desperate for his hard shaft in her mouth, his orgasm shooting down her throat, she scooted between his legs. He shoved two pillows under his head and released an ardent groan.
A frisson of energy ripped through her. He was achingly handsome. As her gaze traveled south, she paused to appreciate his developed pecs, his washboard abs.
“I can’t get enough of you.” His deep voice, coupled with the lust in his eyes, sent streams of tingles rippling through her.
She shouldn’t be having this much fun with someone she didn’t like.
Hate him later.
Throwing logic aside, she refocused her attention on his bobbing cock.
As soon as she moved between his massive thighs, she began stroking his thick shaft. Shaking with anticipation, she licked its smooth head until she was rewarded with his wetness. On a throaty moan, she took him into her mouth.
She circled her tongue over his soft skin, eliciting another sexy moan.
