think of letting go.
“Yes, ma’am.” He saluted her and sat on the end of the bed, feet planted on the floor and legs spread wide. His thick cock jutted toward his belly, and she caught a glimpse of a gleam of moisture pearling at the tip.
Her mouth watered at the sight.
Kneeling before him, she shot him a quick smile as she rested her hands on his strong thighs. His muscles tensed beneath her touch, she saw his jaw clench with fierce concentration as she reached for him. Her fingers curled around the base of his cock and gave a gentle squeeze. He grunted and her smile grew.
“You hardly ever let me do this,” she murmured. She didn’t understand why. Every man she’d ever met loved a good blowjob.
“That’s because I’m always too eager to get inside you.”
Her pussy dampened at his words. It was another display of his lack of control when it came to her, though it wasn’t enough. She wanted him wild, crazed, demanding. She wanted him to forget everything and focus solely on his pleasure.
“Well, you’re just going to have to wait.” She leaned in close, breathed deep of his masculine, musky scent. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
“Jesus, Stace.” His words sounded strangled.
“And after you come in my mouth, I want you to make love to me.” Her lids lifted, her gaze meeting his. He stared at her, his lips slightly parted, expression dazed. It was the first time she’d ever used that term, make love. She wondered if he noticed.
“You’ll have to give me a few minutes to uh…recover,” he finally said, exhaling harshly when she gave the tip of his cock a lick.
“Oh, I’m very patient,” she practically purred, licking him again. The salty flavor of pre-come dissolved on her tongue as she lapped at him, traced the flared head of his cock, tickled the underside, the spot she knew was so sensitive because he told her so.
He moaned and propped his hands on the edge of the mattress, his fingers squeezing tight. She continued her gentle assault, licking and sucking, never quite fully taking him into her mouth. Traced the distended veins along his shaft with a featherlight touch, cupped his heavy balls in her palm. The few times she’d done this it had been a rush, a frenzy of hands and fingers and lips and tongue. He never gave her time to linger, the both of them were always too crazed to race to the end.
“I’m not,” he gasped when she drew the head of his cock between her lips and sucked, her tongue swirling. “Very patient.”
“You don’t have a choice,” she said in a singsong voice after she released him from her mouth. “I’m in charge right now. What I say goes.”
“Just…take me a little deeper,” he urged when she drew him back into her mouth. “Suck harder.”
He still wanted to be in charge, she thought, as she went ahead and did as he asked. She took him deeper, as far as he would go. Felt the tip of him bump the back of her throat and she drew him back out, not wanting to gag. She gripped the base of his shaft and slid him in and out of her mouth at a languorous pace, moaning softly around his cock, hoping he felt the vibration.
God, she grew wetter every time she withdrew him from her mouth. Her pussy ached to be filled, her clit throbbed to be touched, but she refused to indulge in her needs. She was determined to focus entirely on the man before her.
Eric settled a hand on the back of her head, pushing her down his length. His fingers threaded through her hair, pushing strands away from her face so he could watch, she had no doubt. Men were such visual creatures. She had thought it exclusive to their sex.
She’d discovered tonight at the club that both sexes could be aroused by watching. Just thinking about what she watched earlier filled her belly with an undeniable heat.
He quietly moaned her name when she increased her pace, the power of her suction. Her hand slipped from his balls to just behind them, caressing a spot she’d read about long
“Yes, ma’am.” He saluted her and sat on the end of the bed, feet planted on the floor and legs spread wide. His thick cock jutted toward his belly, and she caught a glimpse of a gleam of moisture pearling at the tip.
Her mouth watered at the sight.
Kneeling before him, she shot him a quick smile as she rested her hands on his strong thighs. His muscles tensed beneath her touch, she saw his jaw clench with fierce concentration as she reached for him. Her fingers curled around the base of his cock and gave a gentle squeeze. He grunted and her smile grew.
“You hardly ever let me do this,” she murmured. She didn’t understand why. Every man she’d ever met loved a good blowjob.
“That’s because I’m always too eager to get inside you.”
Her pussy dampened at his words. It was another display of his lack of control when it came to her, though it wasn’t enough. She wanted him wild, crazed, demanding. She wanted him to forget everything and focus solely on his pleasure.
“Well, you’re just going to have to wait.” She leaned in close, breathed deep of his masculine, musky scent. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
“Jesus, Stace.” His words sounded strangled.
“And after you come in my mouth, I want you to make love to me.” Her lids lifted, her gaze meeting his. He stared at her, his lips slightly parted, expression dazed. It was the first time she’d ever used that term, make love. She wondered if he noticed.
“You’ll have to give me a few minutes to uh…recover,” he finally said, exhaling harshly when she gave the tip of his cock a lick.
“Oh, I’m very patient,” she practically purred, licking him again. The salty flavor of pre-come dissolved on her tongue as she lapped at him, traced the flared head of his cock, tickled the underside, the spot she knew was so sensitive because he told her so.
He moaned and propped his hands on the edge of the mattress, his fingers squeezing tight. She continued her gentle assault, licking and sucking, never quite fully taking him into her mouth. Traced the distended veins along his shaft with a featherlight touch, cupped his heavy balls in her palm. The few times she’d done this it had been a rush, a frenzy of hands and fingers and lips and tongue. He never gave her time to linger, the both of them were always too crazed to race to the end.
“I’m not,” he gasped when she drew the head of his cock between her lips and sucked, her tongue swirling. “Very patient.”
“You don’t have a choice,” she said in a singsong voice after she released him from her mouth. “I’m in charge right now. What I say goes.”
“Just…take me a little deeper,” he urged when she drew him back into her mouth. “Suck harder.”
He still wanted to be in charge, she thought, as she went ahead and did as he asked. She took him deeper, as far as he would go. Felt the tip of him bump the back of her throat and she drew him back out, not wanting to gag. She gripped the base of his shaft and slid him in and out of her mouth at a languorous pace, moaning softly around his cock, hoping he felt the vibration.
God, she grew wetter every time she withdrew him from her mouth. Her pussy ached to be filled, her clit throbbed to be touched, but she refused to indulge in her needs. She was determined to focus entirely on the man before her.
Eric settled a hand on the back of her head, pushing her down his length. His fingers threaded through her hair, pushing strands away from her face so he could watch, she had no doubt. Men were such visual creatures. She had thought it exclusive to their sex.
She’d discovered tonight at the club that both sexes could be aroused by watching. Just thinking about what she watched earlier filled her belly with an undeniable heat.
He quietly moaned her name when she increased her pace, the power of her suction. Her hand slipped from his balls to just behind them, caressing a spot she’d read about long
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