up your ass.”
“A whole box. Ribbed. With extra lube.”
Kim was still looking at his cock. On some primal level, Blake wanted to beat his fists against his chest, loving how taken she was with his pride and joy. No doubt the last sex she’d had was with someone her own age. Knowing he could still impress her...best ego boost ever.
“I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that.” Without a word, she reached out and grabbed his cock, her cold fingers encircling him around his base. “I seem to remember you liked it when I sucked your cock?”
Blake should have answered, but the words wouldn’t form in his brain, let alone come out of his mouth. All he could do was manage a jerky nod, while Kim stroked his shaft. He loved blow jobs. Megs hated them and they’d been taken off the table early on in their relationship. Not that he’d minded at the time, they’d done plenty of other things. But having a beautiful woman with an eager expression and a firm grip around his cock brought back his old love of oral sex.
Kim licked the tip of her tongue across the head, teasing his slit with short, sharp flicks. Hot breath rolled across his skin, making Blake shiver in anticipation that bordered on the obscene.
Holy shit , her tongue is smooth.
“God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” She sucked his head into her mouth, the moist heat enveloping him. “All the time since that night. I should have known it wasn’t going to be enough.”
Any hope he’d had at being able to hold himself back flew out the window. He inched himself closer and buried a hand in her hair. Those beautiful brown curls practically begged him to run his fingers through their length. The curve of her jaw was soft beneath his fingers, and it flexed as she opened wide to suck him down.
“Fuck.” He tightened his grip in her hair when Kim licked up his shaft.
“That’s the plan.” She chuckled, lowered her face and sucked on his balls. “Sooner rather than later.”
She didn’t seem to be in any hurry to stop what she was doing. If anything, Kim’s enthusiasm increased with the pace of her bobs. She opened wide and swallowed halfway down his cock, using her teeth and tongue to scrape and tease on the way back up. Blake’s body shook from the strain of holding back. Kim must have realized, because the next thing he knew one of her hands was on his hip, encouraging him to thrust.
His groans cut through the song that still played, though he began to match the rhythm of the music. Kim sucked harder, teasing the nerve bundle of his cock on each forward thrust, until he was certain he’d lose his mind. When the tell-tale tingle started to build low in his belly, he knew things would be over far too soon for either of their liking. Using both his hands to cup her face, he pulled back. Her lips were red and moist from where she’d been sucking him, her eyes heavy with desire.
“I think we should move this to a more comfortable location. Not the floor like last time.” He swallowed hard. “Someplace we can test out your love of red suspenders.”
Kim moaned and shoved him backward. “Turn the music off. I need a second to clean up my bedroom.”
“I don’t care if your sheets aren’t made.” The Off button brought blessed quiet to her apartment. “I plan on fucking them up.”
He caught sight of her face, now sporting an attractive blush. “It’s not that. I was watching a movie on TV and I have crap all over the place.”
“What movie?” Really , dude? She wants to have sex , not discuss her viewing habits.
“ White Christmas . Bing Crosby is hot.”
“That’s my favorite Christmas flick. Well, that and The Ref .”
“Denis Leary?” She stepped back into the doorway of her bedroom. She’d taken off her shirt and was now standing there in her bra and jeans. “Don’t get me wrong, he’s great. But Denis Leary? At Christmas?”
“I’m a guy and he’s a pig. I’m obligated to love him.” Closing the
“A whole box. Ribbed. With extra lube.”
Kim was still looking at his cock. On some primal level, Blake wanted to beat his fists against his chest, loving how taken she was with his pride and joy. No doubt the last sex she’d had was with someone her own age. Knowing he could still impress her...best ego boost ever.
“I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that.” Without a word, she reached out and grabbed his cock, her cold fingers encircling him around his base. “I seem to remember you liked it when I sucked your cock?”
Blake should have answered, but the words wouldn’t form in his brain, let alone come out of his mouth. All he could do was manage a jerky nod, while Kim stroked his shaft. He loved blow jobs. Megs hated them and they’d been taken off the table early on in their relationship. Not that he’d minded at the time, they’d done plenty of other things. But having a beautiful woman with an eager expression and a firm grip around his cock brought back his old love of oral sex.
Kim licked the tip of her tongue across the head, teasing his slit with short, sharp flicks. Hot breath rolled across his skin, making Blake shiver in anticipation that bordered on the obscene.
Holy shit , her tongue is smooth.
“God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” She sucked his head into her mouth, the moist heat enveloping him. “All the time since that night. I should have known it wasn’t going to be enough.”
Any hope he’d had at being able to hold himself back flew out the window. He inched himself closer and buried a hand in her hair. Those beautiful brown curls practically begged him to run his fingers through their length. The curve of her jaw was soft beneath his fingers, and it flexed as she opened wide to suck him down.
“Fuck.” He tightened his grip in her hair when Kim licked up his shaft.
“That’s the plan.” She chuckled, lowered her face and sucked on his balls. “Sooner rather than later.”
She didn’t seem to be in any hurry to stop what she was doing. If anything, Kim’s enthusiasm increased with the pace of her bobs. She opened wide and swallowed halfway down his cock, using her teeth and tongue to scrape and tease on the way back up. Blake’s body shook from the strain of holding back. Kim must have realized, because the next thing he knew one of her hands was on his hip, encouraging him to thrust.
His groans cut through the song that still played, though he began to match the rhythm of the music. Kim sucked harder, teasing the nerve bundle of his cock on each forward thrust, until he was certain he’d lose his mind. When the tell-tale tingle started to build low in his belly, he knew things would be over far too soon for either of their liking. Using both his hands to cup her face, he pulled back. Her lips were red and moist from where she’d been sucking him, her eyes heavy with desire.
“I think we should move this to a more comfortable location. Not the floor like last time.” He swallowed hard. “Someplace we can test out your love of red suspenders.”
Kim moaned and shoved him backward. “Turn the music off. I need a second to clean up my bedroom.”
“I don’t care if your sheets aren’t made.” The Off button brought blessed quiet to her apartment. “I plan on fucking them up.”
He caught sight of her face, now sporting an attractive blush. “It’s not that. I was watching a movie on TV and I have crap all over the place.”
“What movie?” Really , dude? She wants to have sex , not discuss her viewing habits.
“ White Christmas . Bing Crosby is hot.”
“That’s my favorite Christmas flick. Well, that and The Ref .”
“Denis Leary?” She stepped back into the doorway of her bedroom. She’d taken off her shirt and was now standing there in her bra and jeans. “Don’t get me wrong, he’s great. But Denis Leary? At Christmas?”
“I’m a guy and he’s a pig. I’m obligated to love him.” Closing the
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