Key West by Lacey Alexander

wide and lowered her mouth onto his massive shaft as far as she could. Given his size, she wasn’t able to take more than half of him in, but she toiled hard, taking him as deep as her throat would allow.
    His movements were light, almost like spasms, and she realized he was trying to hold back and let her run the show, but that his shaft was demanding more, demanding he fuck her mouth. She wanted that, so very badly—keeping her fist wrapped firmly around his base, she began to slide her lips up and down the silk-covered column, relishing his small thrusts into her throat. He was so wide that each descent stretched her mouth to its limits, and when he finally pulled his cock out, whispering, “No more, angel, or I’ll explode,” her mouth felt swollen and well-used.
    “You don’t want to come?” she asked. Given that his hot shaft had taken her to ecstasy yesterday, she wanted to return the favor tonight.
    He chuckled wryly. “God, yes, I want to come, but not yet, baby.”
    With that, he descended to his knees and ran his hands boldly up her thighs, pushing her skirt to her hips as he went. When he sank a tiny firecracker of a kiss onto one inner thigh, she lifted one foot onto the seat beside her, so that her pussy would be totally accessible to him. It pulsed so hard she wondered if he could see it, throbbing through her white lace thong panties.
    Reaching up, he rubbed the flat of his hand over her cunt. She let out a groan that came all the way from her gut. Her pussy felt swollen against his touch.
    He closed his hand firm over her mound and let out a ragged breath. “I wanted to touch you here so bad yesterday, angel. It was killing me not to.”
    His firm grip made her feel fully possessed by him as waves of pleasure rolled upward from her crotch. “It nearly killed me, too.”
    “I know, baby, and I’m so sorry.”
    She shook her head. “Ancient history. Let’s concentrate on now.”
    Fresh heat invaded his eyes. “You’re so right.” His gaze dropped to her cunt and she watched as he used one hand to pull the white lace aside, revealing her gaping pink slit, its peaks and valleys shiny with moisture for him.
    He looked utterly enraptured with her pussy as he raked one thumb up her slick center and over her clit. She sucked in her breath as the bolt of pleasure shot through her.
    Then he lowered his mouth onto her mound, licking her engorged nub even as he drew it gently between his teeth. She let out a muted shriek at the stunning sensation and he continued to lave her with gentle but firm and eager licks of his hot tongue. It excited her beyond belief to watch him kneeling between her parted legs and to remember where they were, that at any moment someone could whisk open the curtain and discover her spread so wide for him.
    They looked into one another’s eyes as his ministrations took on a warm, steady rhythm that encouraged her to move against him, to fuck his mouth as he’d fucked hers just moments ago. Her breathing turned to panting. When he slipped a finger into her tight, slick passage, she stifled a moan.
    “So good,” she whispered down to him, her voice trembling. “So, so good.”
    His eyes looked feral, wild.
    Instinct made her lift her pussy to his mouth harder, harder. She would come soon if he kept this up. And she needed to come, so badly. Didn’t matter that she’d seemed to have orgasm after orgasm since meeting him—all that mattered was having one now. All that mattered was his mouth on her pussy. All that mattered was how incredibly hot and naughty she felt being so fully exposed to him, so deep into fucking his mouth, right here in the phone booth, a bar full of people just a curtain away.
    She worked her cunt against his welcoming mouth— thrusting, thrusting —thinking, Please, baby, just a little more. Just a little more. His finger continued fucking her below, and its presence in her opening felt wonderful, but she wished for more—she wished for his cock