She keeps her eyes on me and reaches for my belt buckle. Her fingers graze my length through my slacks. I close my hands into fists, watching her.
She tugs on the belt and loosens it. Then she goes for my zipper. Her eyes hold a question. I nod once and she continues, pulling down the zipper and exposing my briefs.
And my cock jutting against it.
A small gasp leaves parted lips. She exhales and palms me through the material.
An ache so sweet shoots from the spot through my veins. I grunt and thrust into the grip of her hand.
Her brown eyes are wide, her breath coming faster, her chest rising and falling. She drops her gaze to the point where she’s touching me and strokes once, twice, and then licks her lips.
The need to claim her pink, chatty mouth overwhelms me, but I hold still. Going too hard now would scare her off. She has noidea who I am, or what I’ve put off because of my past. She’s simply here to take what she needs and I have the instinct to give it to her.
She catches the waistband and tugs it low. My cock pops free, standing proud and tall. Cool air whispers on it, followed by the heat of her breath, and then she’s closing her mouth around the head.
“Fuck me,” I hush. My eyes go blind and I toss my head back.
Her mouth is soft and wet and hot, shooting pleasure like a drug straight into my brain. My ironclad control breaks and I spear my fingers into her hair.
I massage her scalp, encouraging and she rewards that with a moan that vibrates along my shaft.
I close my fingers around her hair and hold her still, then thrust upward twice, three times. She takes it like a champ, relaxing her throat so I can go deep.
“Fuck.” I sink back against the bench, forcing myself to keep from deep-throating her until I finish. “Sure you don’t like this?”
She pulls up from my cock, and her fist quickly replaces it, stroking. Her mouth glistens with her spit and my precum, and her chest is heaving, her tits nearly popping out. She’s a sight.
“No. I don’t.” Her forehead scrunches. “Didn’t. You taste...” She licks the slit at the tip of my cock and a groan tears from me. “Different.” She does it again, oblivious to the agony she’s putting me through. “Good different.”
“Fuck,” a growl tears from my throat. “Go back.” I ease her head down. “Taste how good and different it is.”
She moans at the back of her throat, her eyelids fluttering as she takes my cock in again. She squeezes the base as she sucks on the head and I’m in heaven. I throw my head back and heave at the night sky.
“Are you good?” she says from a cock-stuffed mouth.
I have to keep her talking. Need to see it.
I sit up and grab her chin, ensuring she stays on me. “Yeah, I’m good, but if I’m not, what would you do differently?”
“Probably take off my bra…” She chokes a little and shivers.
I sit forward, worried she’s cold but no. Her eyes split and they’re heavy with lust.
She’s so turned on she’s shaking, and I haven’t even touched her yet. I’m going to and I’ll make it more than good. But I need her talking.
I rub her cheek and feel my cock poking the inside of her mouth.
A deep rumble builds in my throat, my balls fisting. So fucking close.
“You’d take off your bra and…?”
It takes a few moments of slurping before her eyes focus. “I’ll rub my tits all over your cock.”
“That’s a fucking sexy thought. Wanna show me those tits now?” I rasp.
She lets my cock go with a pop sound. The night chill replaces her warm mouth but it’s no issue. In a second I’ll be rewarded for my patience as she pulls at the sleeves of the dress.
“Maddie!” a voice calls out. “Mads!”
