When she shudders like she’s being tasered, the cocky bastard inside me roars to life. I’ve known from day one that we’d be explosive, and I’m not one to shy away from gloating when I’m proven right.
My willpower frays when Justine glides her hands from my tattooed chest to my six pack. The tips of her fingers trace each groove in my stomach before she lowers them to the tuft of dark hairs on my groin. I groan an inaudible grunt when she gauges the size of my cock by scrubbing her hand down my hard rod.
Once she’s confident her measurements stack up, she shifts her attention to my ass. When she gropes it as I’m dying to do to hers, I announce how desperate she makes me. “I want to fucking touch you. I’m dying to fucking touch you.”
“Then touch me,” Justine responds, like keeping her sane is as easy as putting my cock out of his misery.
When I fail to respond to her suggestion as she’s hoping, Justine bands her arms around her back to unclip her bra. A groan bubbles in my chest when the hardened peaks of her nipples scrap my chest compliments to her bra falling to the floor.
After taking a big breath to free the butterflies in her stomach, she steps back, giving me an uninterrupted view of her standing before me in nothing but a pair of soaked panties.
My cock stretches beyond my belly button when I drink in her tiny, yet enticing-as-fuck body. Her face is as sweet as an angel, but her body is more sinful than Satan.
“You’re fucking perfect,Ahren. If I stared at you long enough, I’m certain I could cum just from looking at you,” I’m not lying. Cum is biting the crest of my cock. I’m the hardest I’ve ever been—even more so when Justine lowers herself onto her knees. “Fuck,Ahren. I was trying to fix the wrongs I made, not have you kneeling before me.”
My balls pull in close to my body when she locks her eyes with mine before she teasingly moistens her top lip with her tongue. “I should be stopping this, but fucked if I can.”
I realize I said my statement out loud when the lust in Justine’s eyes triples. She smiles up at me, loving how reckless she makes me while dragging her hand down the length of my cock. Her hands are so tiny, she needs both of them to handle the rod of flesh throbbing with untamed want. I’m so hard, I’m shocked I haven’t passed out from a lack of blood supply to my head.
When Justine’s tongue darts out to lap up the bead of pre-cum on the end of my dick, she doesn’t look like the angel I named her after. She looks like a queen willing to do whatever it takes to satisfy her man.
Vibrant red locks spill over her shoulders like lava when she sucks me deep into her mouth. I growl when the head of my cock hits the back of her throat. She doesn’t gag, but the bulge of her eyes evaporates any hang-ups I have that she’s only sucking my dick to get back some of the dignity she lost earlier. She’s not doing this because she is being forced. She’s doing this because she is finally realized she wants this as badly as me.
My thigh muscles bunch when she slides her tongue up the underside of my cock. “Fuck,” I moan through a roar, my hands moving to secure a hold of her hair. “This is even better than I imagined.”
I watch her worship my dick for the next several minutes before adding the faintest rock to my hips. The change in position allows Justine to draw me deeper into her mouth, while it also doubles the tension teeming between us.
“That’s it,Ahren. Just like that.”
Her cheeks hollow as she endeavors to unravel me. She sucks me off like a woman born to bring me to my knees. Just as I predicated, she knows how to give good head. She pays careful attention to the vein feeding my shaft with every descend she does, and her hands ensure my balls don’t feel like they’re missing out on any action.
I’m tempted to close my eyes when her tongue swivels around the crown of my cock, but a subtle movement in the corner of my eye stops me. Desperate for touch, Justine is sliding her left hand between her legs. The groan she releases when she feels the dampness I’m sucking in vibrates my shaft. It is full of need.
“Don’t worry,Ahren. I’ll look after you,” I promise, my voice gruff with lust. “You’ll feel me for days once I’m done with you.”
I’m awarded an uninterrupted view of her thumb toying with her clit through her panties when I gather her hair to one side of her neck. The image of her playing with herself while she sucks on my cock like a good little nymph sends scorching heat rushing through my veins. The wildness in her eyes as she strokes her clit has my climax building shockingly fast. I’m hot all over, certain she’s seconds from extracting the marrow from my bones with her greedy sucks.
When her teeth graze the skin angrily stretched over the crown of my cock a few minutes later, the sensation gripping my sack gets the better of me. I come with a roar, my clutch on Justine’s hair almost cruel.
She doesn’t seem to mind. Her eyes widen before her throat works hard to swallow the salty white goodness pumping from my cock in roaring spurts. I fill her mouth with my seed as she looks up at me with bright, lust-filled eyes. The scent of her arousal is catastrophic to my senses, but when it’s added to the way she’s staring at me it makes it out-fucking-rageous. She’s as free as a bird—all because she has my dick in her mouth.
I fucking love that.
Once she’s gobbled up every drop of my spawn like she’s starved of taste, I bend down to scoop her into my arms. A popping noise sounds from Justine’s mouth when my still rock-hard cock springs free from the tight clench of her lips. While making a beeline for the living room, my cock acts as if it didn’t just seek release when Justine uses the intermission in our exchange to check for any spillage on her lips.
“You got every drop. Every fucking one.” Her shit-eating grin lowers to a smirk when I place her in the middle of her three-seater couch. When her eyes stray to her bedroom door, I grunt. “Too far. I can’t wait another fucking minute.”
I can’t even form full sentences, so there’s no chance in hell I’ll make it all the way to her room before tasting her. For all I know, her curtains could be open, which would delay me further, and I’m not going to mention the mountain load of paperwork I saw sprawled across her bed while debugging her house of surveillance cameras.
When I snap Justine’s saturated panties off her body, her eyes rocket to mine. How do I know this if my head is buried in her neck? I can feel the heat of her gaze watching me worship her body like I did when she brought me to the edge of insanity.
I kiss her from her neck to her inner thigh at a painstakingly slow pace before tilting back so I can take in the stunning visual without anything in my way. Her skin tastes amazing, but it has nothing on the sexiness of her laying before me bare. Her hands are balled at her side, but the visual is unlike anything I’ve ever seen.
Her rosy pink nipples are the first thing I notice. They’re round and perky and sit exactly where they should on the generous mounds on her chest. Her thighs are parted enough I can see her cunt is glistening, waxed, and throbbing with need. And her hips have the perfect little curve to grip while fucking. She is a fucking knock out. A genuine ten out of ten.
After drinking her in long enough tiny bumps circle her areolas, I shift my focus higher. Her shoulders are curtained by fiery red waves of perfection, the column of her neck is misted by a fine layer of sweat, and her swollen lips are the ones you’d expect after sucking cock for twenty minutes.
“So fucking stunning. If I wasn’t dying to sink my cock into you, I’d stare at you all day.”
