“You’re the only one I’ll ever have.” The breath hisses from him when I fold to my knees and rub my cheek against the bulge straining at the front of his trousers. “Katya…”
“Yes, baby?” Holding his stare, I open his pants, tug down the zipper, and pull his cock out of his boxer briefs.
It’s huge and perfect, veins tracing the underside, the head thick and full, a bead of precum glistening from his slit. I kiss it.
He groans. “You going to suck my cock like a good girl?”
“I don’t know.” I lick his length slowly like it’s a lollipop I’m savoring. “Maybe I’m going to suck your big cock like a bad girl.”
Then I take him down my throat.
His hands go into my hair, his hips jamming his cock deeper. By now, I know what he likes. I lick and suck him, loving his moans and mindless thrusts. Loving the way he tastes and feels. I inhale deeply and hum, a trick that allows me to take his massive cock to the back of my throat without gagging.
“Ah fuck,cara. Just like that.”
He sounds like he’s already on the edge. I revel in my power to please him, sinking my nails into his ass and devouring his dick. When I bring him as deep as I can into my throat, he surges forward with a groan, treating me to the hot spurt of his come. I swallow it all, leaving a bit in my mouth as I withdraw to show him.
Holding his gaze, I open, a string of my saliva mixed with his come connecting my tongue to his cock before it snaps. He groans with satisfaction, and then I swallow the rest of it down.
Gently, I tuck his cock back into his trousers and zip him back up.
“Now,” I say, licking my lips, “let’s go home.”
Scorpion
We don’t makeit home before I give in to the need to bury my tongue in my wife’s pussy.
I’m on my knees in the Navigator, my head between Katya’s luscious, toned thighs, as Federico rolls through rush-hour traffic, taking us to the penthouse.
Thank fuck for the privacy screen I had installed between the front seats and back two rows for just this purpose. As much as I love making Katya come, I don’t want an audience. And if Federico saw even a glimpse of my wife’s beautiful, perfect cunt, I’d have to clip him.
I’d hate to do that. He’s a loyal guy.
“I need to shower,” she protests, but her fingers thread through my hair and she opens her thighs wider as I lash her clit. “I’ve been working out for hours.”
I’m an animal when she’s been at class or yoga. The exercise heightens her natural scent, and it makes me insane with the need to fuck her. I don’t want to admit to this weakness, so I just praise her instead.
Reluctantly, I tear my mouth from her glistening pussy. “You smell and taste fucking delicious,cara mia.”
Her nipples are hard under her leotard. I can’t wait to suck them later. Her dark hair is piled high on her head. If I hadn’t already ripped out the crotch of her leotard and torn off her tights, I’d do it again.
She’s so fucking sexy, and she’s so fucking mine.
She bites her lip, and I’m already hard again. “Are you sure?”
“If I don’t have my mouth on your cunt in the next five seconds, I’ll die.”
“Okay, then.” She guides my head to her pussy, and I go back to licking, sucking, and biting until she’s moaning and writhing on the seat.
The leather is going to be ruined, but it’ll be worth every fucking penny.
I slide two fingers into her wet heat. She tightens on me, and I suck her clit, finding the spot inside her that undoes her every time. She comes with a shout, ass bucking off the seat, clamping down on me and milking my fingers the same way I can’t wait for her to do to my cock.
That’s it. It’s officially decided that we’re not going to make it to the penthouse before I fill her with come. We’re not trying to have a baby. Not yet since she’s taking another shot at her ballet career. But she’s on birth control, and I can’t get enough of fucking her.
Somehow, I manage to slide myself onto the other rear passenger bucket and pull her into my lap.
“Isn’t this dangerous?” she asks breathlessly as I free my cock and pull her down onto it.
