“Let me do that,” she says, dropping to her knees in front of me. She pauses to nuzzle my crotch for a moment and then puts her hands on the denim waistband and slowly pulls it down.
“Boxer briefs for the win,” she says, licking her lips.
“Babe.” My fingers find their way into her hair and gently tug. “Let’s do this in the shower.”
“I want to suck your dick, not get waterboarded.”
I snort out a laugh. “Then by all means, have at it.”
Who am I to say no to—holy fuck. She just all but swallowed my dick.
And it feels fucking amazing.
Her mouth is warm and wet. And whatever she’s doing with her tongue…
She pulls back a little and nibbles the head, doing that thing with her tongue again that’s driving me wild.
“Jesus, babe.” My hips start to move, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth with every thrust.
Staring down at her, eyes closed, beautiful lips stretched around my cock, it might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. She reaches out a hand and gently squeezes my balls, adding yet another layer of pleasure.
“Fuck, Wynter. I’m really close.” She squeezes my balls a little harder and sucks me even deeper. Another inch or so and I’ll be hitting the back of her throat.
“You okay?” I ask, gripping a fistful of her hair.
“Mmmhm.”
That’s all I need to hear. I pick up speed, and then thrust deep, bottoming out. My dick has to be halfway down her throat at this point, and the tingle racing down my spine tells me what’s about to happen.
“Just like that, babe.” My grip on her hair tightens as I shoot. The roar that leaves me is guttural, coming from deep in my chest. Christ, she could teach a master class in giving head. It takes a few seconds for me to get my wits about me, and then I pull free of her mouth.
I release her hair and gently tug her into a standing position.
“You know how to make a guy feel good,” I say, running my hands over her breasts.
“Well, you put on a hell of a show tonight, so I figured you deserved a reward.”
“Go warm up the shower,” I say, lightly slapping one of her ass cheeks. “I’m gonna go get some condoms.”
She smiles and kicks off her shoes before sashaying into the bathroom. She’s still wearing those tiny black panties, but they give me an incredible view of her ass. As far as I’m concerned, she’s absolutely perfect. Great ass, long legs, and two perfect handfuls for tits.
She has a body made for loving, and that’s exactly what I’m about to do.
Chapter Eleven
Wynter
The bathroom is nice and steamy when Ross comes in. His body is long, lean, and toned. There’s no doubt his job helps him stay in shape, but I’m sure genetics play a part in it too.
I knew the moment I saw his defined oblique muscles, creating that damn abdominal “V”, that I had to suck his dick right then and there. And his dick is my favorite kind—not too long, not too short, with just enough girth to give me a lot of pleasure.
I slide out of my panties and step under the warm spray. To my surprise, Ross moves behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder.
“You are really beautiful, Wynter.”
I lean back against him. “Thank you. I think you’re pretty handsome too.”
He lifts one hand and gently cups my breast, rubbing his thumb back and forth across my nipple. “Your breasts are sensitive,” he murmurs.
