‘Nuh-uh-uh,’ I chastise, pausing, bent over. ‘That’s not part of the deal.’
‘But—’
‘Out.’
He frees his hand with aharrumph.
‘That cock is mine,’ I order. I might be imagining it, but I think I catch it jolt.
I continue slipping my leggings down until they’re pooling at my ankles, where I carefully step out. I turn back and step closer so I’m right in front of him. His eyes are glued to my boobs under my shirt, and I thank my lucky stars I’m at least wearing nice lingerie. Fingers splayed on the opposite sides of my stomach, I drag the fabric up my torso and finally over my head.
My bra straps fall one by one, and I bite my lip as I reach behind, unclasp it, and throw it in his lap. Without putting toomuch weight on him, I ease down and start to lightly grind my sex up the long plane of his thigh. Each sway of my hips feels incredible. I can’t help myself pressing harder, my throbbing clit eager for more pressure. Strong hands find my tits, caressing my taut nipples as I soak through my thong and drag my wetness up and down his leg.
‘I’ve missed these,’ he says, hoarse. ‘The most perfect titties I’ve ever seen.’
I arch my back, thrusting my chest towards him. He wastes no time holding me there and burying his face between my breasts. I grab the back of his hair and push him deeper, only freeing him enough to let him nuzzle them in turn.
He crushes them together and full lips suck my nipples, flicking and swirling his tongue, passionate kisses dancing across burning skin. I’m drowning, lost in his heat and his scent and his strength andhim.
‘Take this off,’ he orders, and before I can understand what he’s talking about, he’s snapped both sides of my thong one-handed, and is sliding it out.
‘But you’ll get?—’
‘Now do it.’
His hand caresses my waist as I hesitantly start moving again. I’m going to stain his sweats but he doesn’t seem to care. I grip onto the back of the sofa either side of his head to push me deeper. The pleasure’s even sharper, an intense ache that has me spiralling higher and higher.
‘You’re gonna come right there, baby? Fucking my thigh?’ he breathes.
My response is a whimper and I grind faster, harder. He crushes me to his face, and his tongue claiming my mouth is all it takes. I come feverishly, gripping his good shoulder as I drag it out. I lean back so he can watch me taking what I need from him.
When I stand up, it’s impossible not to notice his dick. It’s standing straighter than the Empire State.
‘I think I know what will make you feel better,’ I whisper.
‘You’re doing a pretty good job of it so far.’ His voice is raspy, restrained, like he wasn’t far off coming too.
I nudge him to lift his hips, and undress him like a gift.
It looks even better than I remember. An absolutely gorgeous dick, its fat head glistening, hungry to be sucked clean. No wonder he shows it to every woman he can.
I’m not sure he can take much more teasing so I kneel in front of him like the obedient little caregiver I am, devouring him with no hands.
‘Fuck,’comes a guttural groan.
I milk his shaft noisily, sucking the hypersensitive tip and releasing it with a pop. I close my eyes, savouring the feel of him between my lips, the weight of him in my mouth. Loving that I’m the one to take care of him, that it’s my name falling from his lips. I deep-throat him, filling every possible space I can give, wanting him as deep as he was in Monaco.
He hisses when I take him in my heavy tits, sucking his tip as they caress his hard length, lapping the beads of moisture leaking from his slit with my tongue. When I glance up, he looks like he’s about to pass out, and my pussy starts to pulse again.
He’s too fragile for anything crazy, so we’re going to keep it classic. Well, maybe a little crazy…
With a wicked grin, I duck lower and tongue the skin just below his balls. His rough sounds have me burning hotter, and he shifts his hips forward, giving me even lower access. My tongue circles the opening and dips inside, and his wild moan shoots straight to my core. I’m thorough, licking up and down, round and round, nails digging into his arse cheeks to hold him in position. I want to leave his as raw and wanting as he left mine. I offer up some saliva and watch it sink inside. Andbecause he makes me feel extra spicy, I give it a sloppy kiss before working my way back to the main event.
‘You’re a fuckinggoddess,’ he chokes out as my lips find his dick again, and jerks when I squeeze his balls.
‘You ok?’ I ask when I notice his hand finding his neck from the corner of my eye.
‘That’s a dumb question to ask a man getting head,’ he chastises through heavy breaths. ‘You should know better than that.’
