So I drop to my knees, tug the bikini bottoms down and off, then bark out an order. “Lift your ass up. Like you’re showing it off.”
With a sharp intake of breath, she complies, looking even sexier than I’d thought possible with her hands against the wall, and her ass high in the air.
“How’s that?”
“Perfect,” I say, and I’m pretty sure I’m not surprising her anymore, but I also don’t think she cares. I press my mouth to her sweet, wet pussy and kiss her wetness.
She cries out, arching and wiggling closer. She’s dripping, right on my tongue, and the taste of her short-circuits my brain. I want to spend all night with her sweetness, want to lap her up and make her sit on my face. I want to be smothered by her. I kiss her pussy so she knows. So she feels. So she understands what she’s doing to me.
And my god, Chloe seems to get my goal completely since she’s gasping, moaning, and rocking back into me. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, heard, or felt. I kiss her more deeply, lapping her up until she begs me with a loud, desperate, “Stop. Please stop.”
I break contact. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“Surprise me with your cock.”
“I hardly think it’ll be a surprise, since you just asked for it,” I say, but what the woman wants, the woman gets.
I rise, wiping a hand across my mouth, and grab a condom from my pocket. Once I unzip my shorts, push down my boxer briefs and roll it on, I take a beat to catch my breath. “This might be fast,” I say plainly, giving a fair warning.
“Good. Because I think I’m going to come really soon.”
“Why’d you tell me to stop then?”
“I want to come on your cock.”
Well then.“Let’s make that happen.”
After I push her dress back up, I notch the head of my cock against her slick heat, but the fabric from her dress falls again, draping across my dick. That won’t do. I push it higher, past her shoulders, exposing her back, and…holy shit.
Is that a tattoo of a dog on her right shoulder? It’s a simple line drawing of a pup, with a heart at the end of its tail. I drop my face to it and bite her there.
She yelps.
“Nice ink,” I say, then I sink inside, filling her halfway.
“Oh fuuuuck.” She sounds desperate. Guttural even as she shudders.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Just surprised.”
I still myself, gripping her shoulder with one hand, the other curling around her hip. “By?”
“Your cock. It’s really big.”
The grin on my face should be illegal. “Sorry. Not sorry.”
“Never say you’re sorry for your cock. Now use it.”
When a woman tells you what she wants, you should listen.I ease out till I’m giving her just the tip. “Ready? You sure you’re ready?”
“Yes,” she says, demanding and needy at the same time.
“So greedy,” I tease, then I shut the fuck up as I shove inside her, filling her all the way.
With a sexy yelp, she splays her palms against the wall. It’s fucking cute, how she’s trying to hold on.
I slide out most of the way, then thrust back in. She shakes, her breath coming in sharp, ragged pants, her dress bunched up.
