Page 74 of Manhattan Kiss

She’s standing over me and I hold her gaze. She’s waiting for her next instruction.

“Get on your knees,” I say, my voice thick with lust. I can’t wait to see her mouth full of me.

She complies quickly and settles herself between my legs. Jesus, there are so many things I want to do with this woman.

I unzip my jeans and fist my cock, not taking my eyes from Aurora. She won’t be able to take much of me, but I’m going to enjoy watching her try.

“I want it as deep as you can get it,” I say.

Her eyes close in a long blink, like the thought is sending her crazy with lust.

Her hands slide up my thighs and her tongue starts at my base and she licks up, up, up in one slow movement.

I sigh with…contentment.

Somehow this just feels so right. Aurora feels so right. Like this is exactly how life is meant to be in this moment.

I don’t ever remember feeling like this before.

Aurora’s lips curl around my crown and she begins to suckle. It takes everything I have not to reach for her head and fuck her mouth. There’s nothing quite like seeing this woman with my cock in her mouth, doing exactly what I tell her.

“Take your hands off my shaft,” I say. I want the visual of my length disappearing into her mouth.

She complies immediately, placing her palms on my thighs and taking me deeper, like she knows exactly what I wanted.

“Does it feel good?” I ask. “To know that soon, you’ll have me in your pussy?”

She moans, and the vibrations burst against my erection, and it’s almost too good. She shifts slightly and swallows me deeper. Watching myself disappear into her mouth, so deep, her eyes watering, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

“I can’t wait to get inside you. You’re going to be so wet, you’re going to want to come immediately.”

She whimpers.

I don’t know if it’s the size of my cock or the thought of me fucking her. Either way, her sounds are louder than before and their vibrations send me wild. I’m not going to be able to take much more of this.

“Okay,” I say, cupping her face. “That’s deep enough.”

She pulls back, her lips dragging along the length of my cock.

I can’t take any more. I’m going to explode down her throat if she swallows me again.

“Stand up,” I say.

She complies and gets to her feet. I reach for her, between her thighs. I want to see what sucking my cock did to her.

I close my eyes as my fingers reach her wetness, taking what’s mine. I did that to her. I got her wet. I made her needy and desperate. She’s so worked up, she’s perfect.

“Deacon,” she whispers.

“What?” I ask, pulling my t-shirt off. I know what she wants, but I want to hear it.

“Please, Deacon,” she says.

Blood pounds in my ears, but I will it quiet. I want to hear her. Hear her beg.

I push off my jeans and sit back, my cock hard and ready for her.

Her eyes trail down to look at my hardness.