Strictly Professional by Sandy Sullivan

could get any harder, but it did. It felt like it wanted to bust wide open when she dropped to her knees and took him between her lips. “Holy fuck, Savannah.” He wrapped his hands in her hair and slid his dick in and out of her mouth for several minutes before he forced her to stop.
    Pulling her back up in front of him, he crushed her to his chest and devoured her, sliding his tongue deep inside the warm cavern to dance with hers. He moved along her cheek to her ear, whispering how fantastic she was and how much he wanted to be inside her. She moaned and pushed her breasts against him. He trailed kisses down her chest until he could take her nipple in his mouth and suck. Her fingers wound into his hair and held his head to her chest. One hand slid down her belly and she lifted one leg onto the ledge of the shower to open for him. He slipped one finger across her clit and she whimpered. Her swollen little nub beaconed for his touch, but he wanted to feel her grip him with her tight little pussy like she had at the hospital. Two fingers found their way into her channel and she rocked her hips.
    “Brandon. Please.”
    “Soon, baby. Soon.”
    “I need you. God, please.”
    He forced his fingers to slowly slip in and out of her hot body while she whimpered and quivered. “You are so hot—so wet. You feel incredible. I want you under me when I slide into that sizzling body of yours.” He almost took her right there against the shower stall when she shivered and shook as he removed his fingers from deep inside her.
    Grabbing the handle of the shower, he shut the water off and pulled the curtain back before he plucked a towel from the rack and ran it over her breasts. His tongue followed the path of the soft cotton across her straining nipples, down her belly, between her legs for a single moment, then back up. When he finished, she gave him a saucy smile and flicked her tongue across his chest until she could nip at his flat disks. Not able to wait any longer, he picked her up in his arms and headed for the bed.
    He followed her down onto the mattress, his lips fastened to hers and her arms around his neck. His hand found her breast again, rasping his palm across her nipple until she moaned in his mouth and arched her back. He kissed his way down her neck, flicking her nipple with his tongue for a moment before continuing down her stomach. Her breaths came in ragged gasps and he flashed a smile before settling between her thighs.
    Her head whipped back and forth on the sheets while her hand found her breast. She rolled her nipple with her fingers and whimpered when he sucked her clit between his lips.
    “Oh, God,” she whispered and lifted her hips.
    One finger, then two slipped inside her pussy and he could feel her muscles grip him tight when he slid his tongue across her swollen little nub. It didn’t take long for him to feel her vagina start to quiver when her climax got close. He lifted his head and kissed his way back up her stomach while she wiggled beneath him, begging him with her eyes. He stopped above her, his mouth hovering over hers.
    “I want you to keep your eyes open when I slide inside you. I want you to know who is taking you over the edge when you come around my cock.”
    A tear slid into her hair and she arched her back when he pressed the head of his penis against her pussy. They both moaned softly when he slipped inside.
    “Brandon, please. I want you to fuck me. Now—right now. Hard. God, please, hard. I don’t want soft. Not from you.”
    A growl rumbled in his chest and he fastened his lips on hers before he pulled her legs up and over his arms. He rocked his hips and buried his cock to the hilt, deep inside her.
    “Yeesss,” she purred. She lifted her butt off the bed and met him thrust for thrust.
    “You’re so tight. You feel incredible wrapped around me,” he whispered against her neck.
    The bed squeaked with each plunge. The slap of flesh against flesh sounded loud in the room, but