He shoots me a grin, the heat in his eyes intensifying. My heart pounds with anticipation of his cock gliding into me.
Instead, he moves down, his hands still holding mine, and buries his face in my dripping flesh.
I’ve had oral sex before. But what he does is nothing like I’ve ever experienced.
He’s lapping me up, licking me, sucking me, devouring me like he hasn’t been fed since forever. It’s as though his mouth was created for this. My back arches as he takes his fill between my thighs, and I scream as an orgasm rips through me.
Instead of stopping or wanting to take his turn, he keeps going, pushing me harder and faster to another peak, higherthan the one before. But he’s not letting me come down, and I twist as another wave of need mounts even higher. His hold on my hands provides me an anchor, and I move my pelvis, rocking against his face. He groans with approval. The vibration pushes me over again.
Every cell in my body quivers. Breathing is a struggle. I’ve never experienced anything like this before in my life. The only thing that can reliably give me multiple orgasms is my vibrator, but no more than two, and the climaxes are nowhere near this mind-blowing.
“Take off your clothes,” I manage between panting breaths. “I want to feel you.”
He pulls away. His eyes are burning, and his mouth and jaw glisten with my juices. The contrast between the lewd sight above his neck and the neat three-piece suit is shockingly erotic—and makes me feel powerful that I’ve destroyed a cool, well-put-together man’s control.
Just like I did when I unhooked my bra, he keeps his eyes on mine as he strips out of his clothes, each piece falling to the floor with a whisper. I sensed his body was lean and powerful, but what’s left after the veneer of civilization has been peeled off takes my breath away. The sheer width of his shoulders, slabs of muscle all over the tall frame, and the tight six-pack and…
Oh my God.
I slowly sit up. His cock is even bigger than I expected. Dark veins pulse along the long, thick shaft so hard the head is touching his belly. But what’s even more shocking are the silver ring and bead sparkling at the head.
Without thinking, I reach out, then stop. Is it okay to touch it? I’ve never seen a pierced penis before, and don’t know what the proper protocol is.
He laughs softly, the sound washing over me like rich velvet. “Go ahead.”
Flushing, I stroke the metal carefully. It’s warm and smooth—and a bit slick from precum. His cock jerks, the veins darker and more pronounced.
“Never seen a pierced dick before?”
“Never. Did it hurt?”
“Nope. And it’s going to feel amazing for you.”
He puts on a condom and possessively loops my long hair around his fist. Then his mouth is on mine; I part my lips, welcoming him in. His free hand moves along the sensitive skin of my neck, shoulders; his thumb brushes over the center of my palm where all the lines cross.
Everywhere he strokes, pleasure pulses, then streaks through me and pools between my legs, as though his touch is turning even the most mundane parts of my body into erogenous zones.
I’ve never been with a man this attentive to me, thistuned into my reactions. My head spins as my back arches again and mounting pleasure rushes up my spine. Everything is too much but not enough at the same time. I want this man inside meright now, feel him stretch and fill me. I want to experience the wild rebellion that lurks under that conservative three-piece suit.
The empty aching in my pussy grows so intense, I whimper against his mouth. I want to feel him inside me so badly, but he takes his time, even though his own body is shaking with need.
Push him over the edge.
I recall what he said about spreading my legs to show him how greedy I am for him. Placing my hands on my knees, I part them as widely as I can in offering and temptation.
“See how wet I am? See what I want?”
The tendon in his neck tenses, the vein in his forehead pulsing. His face twists, and something dark and hot and delicious shivers through me in anticipation and warning as a guttural growl starts in his chest.
His large hand grips my hip. “You sweet little slut.” His voice is low, but seething with undisguised desire.
How’s it feel to lose control?But I can’t control myself around him either, so we’re even. “If wanting you makes me a slut—”
He pushes in; the words are strangled in my throat. He’s so big, the pressure is enormous as he drives in. And the silver bead rubs against the inner wall of my slick pussy, stimulating me in a way I’ve never experienced before. I feel so full and overexcited. My toes curl.
“Oh my God.”
He laughs. “Not even all the way in yet.” He pushes forward hard and hilts himself, sending sparks shivering along my nerves.
