Page 92 of Coveted By Cupid

Vanessa relaxes against my chest, leaning into me and soaking the white t-shirt she’s wearing. The more we’ve been together, the more I’ve noticed she enjoys my tenderness, absorbing it in like a sponge. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out my woman has been deprived of softness from previous partners. Aware it makes her more compliant to my dominant ways when we’re intimate, I make damn sure to give her all the tender loving care she requires, whether it’s gentle rubs or enough kisses to make her breathless.

When she’s putty in my hands, I pull her away from me, enjoying the sight of her rosy nipples poking through the nearly see-through old cotton. They’re too tempting not to touch. With my fingers, I toy with one hard pebble, instantly transforming it into a stiff little peak and making her squirm in my hold.

My woman bites off a whimper, making me smile as I lean and say, “Time to drop the brat act. Be my good girl and get on your knees. I have a dick to feed you.”

With my woman, her attitude toward my command could go one of two ways. The bratty gremlin inside her could rise and bring down hellfire on me. Or the sexy little minx she reserves only for me could come out to play. Either way, it’s going to be a hell of a fun time.

To my great delight, Vanessa sinks to her knees before my eyes. She looks up at me with those golden-hazel eyes of hers, hooded with desire. She waits for my next command, licking her lips in anticipation. The front of my boxers turn wet, my cock leaking with pre-come, as I watch her dainty tongue playing along her top lip.

Swallowing my enthusiasm down to keep my voice level, I say, “Take me out, Butterfly.”

With how fast Vanessa unbuckles and unzips my pants, you’d think it was a timed race. She has my cock free before I can blink.

“You eager, beautiful?”

“Yes,” she admits, her voice coated with enthusiasm. “I’ve wanted to get you in my mouth since the first time I saw you.”

Fucking shit. Not wanting to ejaculate before the show has begun, I pull down on my balls. That mouth of hers is going to be the death of me—if not her words, then definitely when she has her mouth around me.

With my dick calm enough to proceed, I ask, “You want to taste me, Butterfly?”

A mischievous grin takes over her lovely face as she says, “More than anything.”

That little grin should’ve been a clue I was in for a wild ride.

My heart is jackhammering in my chest with how excited I am. You’d think this was my first time having a woman go down on me with how keyed up I am to feel her pillow-soft lips around my ridged length. Things feel different, more intense, when the partner you’re experiencing these acts with owns your heart and soul. Everything feels better with Vanessa, and her going down on me will be a holy moment for me.

“Put me in your mou⁠—”

The words die on my tongue when Vanessa shocks the hell out of me, swallowing me whole. Her nose pushes against the short curls at the base of my dick as she moans around me. Her throat constricts around my length, sending vibrations of pure pleasure straight to my balls.

My head snaps back with a gasp. I must be in heaven. There’s no way I found the unicorn of all women, giving head without a gag reflex. Yet here she is, sucking down my cock like an industrial vacuum on steroids.

If I wasn’t getting my mind blown from the best head of my life, I’d maybe laugh at myself for thinking I was the one in control in this moment. I may have given the order, but in one fell swoop, Vanessa shows me she’s in charge of this show.

Wanting to praise her, my head falls forward to watch her work my length. Before my brain can reconnect to form words, Vanessa bobs her head along my length. What was heaven prior has turned into pure ecstasy as I feel every ridge along her hot mouth and tight throat.

“Goddamn, woman,” I mutter, my words slurring as if I’m high. Using my forearms, I lean back against the kitchen island, afraid my legs will give out. “Your mouth is nirvana.”

Not that I want to compare Vanessa to the women before her, but there wasn’t one of them I didn’t need to sew my fingers into their hair to guide them along, until now. The only thing my hands are doing is gripping the edge of the countertop to keep me anchored from rocketing off.

Up and down, Vanessa bounces her mouth on my cock, swirling her tongue around the head with each pass and sucking hard when she pulls back. Her talented little tongue runs along my Jacob’s ladder, teasing me. The wet, sloppy sounds from her spit mixing with my pre-come and her little moans are music to my ears, enhancing the senses.

It feels so damn good.

In all seriousness, I should be pissed she’s too damn talented at giving fellatio, jealous other men have experienced this pleasure from her. However, I’m too far gone to care. Her mouth is pure sin and all mine.

When her hand cups around my aching balls, I damn near nut. She fondles my sack, rolling my balls between her fingers like she’s polishing walnuts into jade.

My eyes roll back in my head, only to open back up when I hear her whimpering.

The fuck? Is she hurt?

My hands aren’t on her and my hips are locked in place, unable to do anything other than accept the pleasure my ole lady is gifting upon me.

Noticing her thighs rubbing together as she works my cock, I growl with pleasure. Vanessa is trying to relieve the pressure growing between her legs while focusing on getting me off.

“Give me your fingers,” I order, my voice guttural and harsher than I intended.