Reborn by Nicole Camden

felt her hands cup his balls gently and he sucked in a deep breath—he just couldn’t help it; he’d never let a woman put a cock ring on him before. He’d done it himself, once or twice, but he’d never been helpless like this.
    It makes sense, though, doesn’t it? She wasn’t exactly a stranger, as was the case with most of his encounters, and while he still didn’t think he liked her much, she was the hottest fucking woman who’d ever sucked his dick and that was saying something.
    She eased one ball through the ring, which was adjustable, and then the other, before fitting it over his shaft. It was a good thing she worked quickly, as just the thought of her handling his balls, the danger explicit in what she was doing, had given him a partial erection, and her slow stroking of his shaft only encouraged the fucking half-wit.
    “That’s nice.” She twisted to look at him over her shoulder again and, seeming satisfied with what she saw, turned around so that she was facing him again.
    He thought he’d never seen a more beautiful sight than her gorgeous peaches-and-cream body sitting smooth and perfect on his abdomen, her large tits, swaying gently as she moved forward, her green eyes bright as they surveyed his chest and the tattoos that covered it. He made sure that he ran often and worked out at the gym so that his tats showed to their best advantage. He knew it was stupid; he knew that the tattoos were just that, tattoos, but to him, they were part of who he was.
    She slid those manicured hands over his body, tracing the lines and curves of the tattoos, her eyes following the motion of her fingers.
    When she reached his neck, she glanced up at his face and met his eyes. Her pupils were wide; her lips were full and deep pink from her magnificent blow job. He could smell the hot musk between her legs and knew she was aroused; just from looking at him she was aroused, and he couldn’t help but get turned on. Knowing she was turned on by him, knowing that this beautiful woman—however exasperating she might be—was about to ride his dick was enough to bring him back to a full erection.
    “You’re gorgeous,” she told him, running her hands restlessly over his shoulders. “I like having you helpless beneath me.”
    He huffed out a laugh. “Enjoying yourself, are ye? I am as well.”
    “Would you like to taste me?” She leaned in close to his jaw and whispered near his ear.
    Max would’ve loved nothing better than to have this woman’s shapely thighs—1950s-bathing-suit thighs—covering his ears.
    “I would,” he managed, gasping a little as he grew even larger and the cock ring felt even tighter at the base of his package.
    She climbed up, gripping the top of the headboard as she placed her knees on either side of his head.
    The satin triangle of her thong covered her, but she didn’t move it aside, so he assumed she wanted him to tease her through the thin fabric. Well and good; her smell—sweet and salty—turned him on even more.
    He lifted his head and traced along the seam of one smooth thigh and then the other; she tasted of roses and suntan lotion. Sliding his cheek along the smooth satin of her panties, he felt the bristles of his five o’clock shadow tug at the smooth fabric, no doubt abrading the swollen flesh beneath. He continued, using his cheek and nose to rub gently at the sweet spot that begged for his attention.
    Her breathing came in soft, rapid pants, and down in the humid warmth of her, he knew she was close to breaking.
    “Ye want my tongue, yes? Best move the panties now, darlin’.”
    She chuckled a little, sounding breathless. “You’re better at this than I thought you’d be.”
    He imagined she thought he’d be a selfish ass, since that seemed to be her opinion of him, and she’d be right for the most part. He’d realized quite early on that women tended to fall in love when they enjoyed themselves in bed, and even when they didn’t, but he’d had enough tears