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“Hurry up.” His cock bounced up and down.
He had my full attention, not that he didn’t before. “Okay. I want you to cup your balls.” He reached down, spread his legs, and cupped his scrotum in his hand, jiggling it. Then he let go, eased back, flicked one of his dreadlocks over his shoulder, and looked at me with a goofy grin.
It was over in a flash and had nowhere near the amount of sexual gratification I was looking for.
“That’s not fair.” I huffed.
“I did what you said. Now, it’s my turn.”
I growled, and my nerves were wound as tight as bra elastic.
Holy smokes, I love how his eyes study me. No, not study me, they devour me.
“I want you to lick your finger.” His sexy baritone seemed to swirl around my mind. “And then glide your finger over your pussy, nice and slow.”
Okay, that wasn’t so bad. I can do this.
I eased my legs apart, then I rolled my tongue around my finger, and with my eyes on his, I rubbed my slit slowly as instructed, feeling the pressure build until I flicked the very tip of my finger over my clit.
It took all my resolve to stop there and put my hands on my hips. “Done.” I swallowed. “My turn.”
He let his breath out in one big gush, and then rubbed his hands together as if he was raising a genie from a magic lamp.
The world was my oyster. Holy Hotness was my pleasure toy.
What shall I do to him? No . . . what can I get him to do to me?
“I want you to suck my breast.” The words tumbled from my lips.
He dived forward, and before I’d set the boundaries, his lips latched around my right nipple and sucked my bud into his mouth so hard, I thought it would separate from my body. I clutched his shoulders, driving my nails into the solid mass. His tongue, soft and sleek, drew circles around my nipple as his other hand massaged my left breast.
He’s stepped outside my specific instructions.
But what the hell, he can have this little indiscretion.
When he finally released and wriggled back onto the bed, it was akin to having my womb removed. My world was a luscious haze that gradually regained focus.
Dontrel sat up with his hands at his sides. His cock was an enormous flagpole driving up between his thighs, mighty and proud. The pink crown at the top looked at me, begging me to latch on.
I fell to my knees and wrapped my hand around his glorious cock.
Dontrel moaned as I massaged rock-hard flesh beneath my fingers. Soft, smooth skin glided beneath my hand and over solid cock.
His eyes glazed, tilted ever so slightly into heavenly bliss.
I loved that I could do this to him.
Dontrel was a man of obvious strength, but in my hands, he was putty, begging to be manipulated. None of my previous lovers had shown me the splendor of this simple act. I was in control, and it was gloriously powerful.
A small bead of his white seed bubbled from the slit at his crown, and I captured it in my hand movements and used it to lubricate him. His balls rose up and compressed smaller, and I wondered if all that extra mass was feeding his immense cock.
Watching him writhe beneath my touch was a voyeur’s dream. My clit pulsed along to his movements, driving blazes of lust through me that were close to the point of unbearable.
He smelled divine, a heady mix of saltiness and hot-blooded man. I wanted him inside me. I was ready. My pussy throbbed in agreement.
With my close view, the blue veins that pulsed along his rock-hard shaft seemed to feed it power. The thickness of his cock filled my hand so much that my fingers couldn’t meet.
Oh lordy! There’s no way this jackhammer will squeeze inside me.
