Page 93 of Alonzo

“There’s no such thing as too excited with you, Tara. If you make me come before you do then I’ll just have to pleasure you in other ways.”

“Oh? Tell me more.”

“Well, I haven’t had the pleasure of eating you out yet. I could make you sit on my face and fuck my chin until you come in my mouth.”

“Jesus. That sounds fun.”

“Wanna give it a try?”

“But I didn’t make you come yet.”

“By all means, Miss Sunshine. Make me come any time you want.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“No,” he whispers. “Just a wish.”

I sigh past my smile. I think I love this man. And I want to make him come. Not because there’s a promise of something dirty when I do, but just because I want him to feel good.

We’ve talked dirty to each other so much I’m not sure there’s anything left to say. I’ve told him countless times that his cock is big and fat. That his eyes are beautiful. That his words are spoken lust. And he’s told me that my pussy is tight, and wet, and hot, and my tits are big, and my ass is round.

We’ve said all that. Long before we really knew if those words were even true.

But there’s been a lot left unsaid too.

And I’d like to say those things now.

I raise the hand between my legs and reach up to cup the side of his face. His cheek is sandpaper-rough with a day’s worth of stubble. He smiles at me and I smile back. “You’re a good man, Alonzo.”

“What?” He chuckles.

“I can tell. I get it. I don’t know you. Not the real you. Not yet. But I can tell you’re a good man. You love your family and your work. You think hard about things. You have this internal moral compass that points you in the general direction of good.”

“Just the general direction, huh?”

“Yeah. Because you get it, Lonz. You get that there’s a messy middle in between right and wrong. There’s a line, sure. But it’s measured in degrees. And you might be on one side or another at any given time, but you’re always… close enough.”

“Are you sure about that?”

I nod as my hand begins to pump him just a little faster. Squeeze just a little harder. I lean forward until my lips lightly—gently—brush against his. We kiss. No tongue. Just a kiss. Just lips. Just lust. Just love.

But his cock is between us, pressing up against his stomach on one side and mine on the other. Both our hands on it. Working it. Moving it. And my breasts are pressed up against his beautifully muscled chest covered in hand-drawn art. Right in the face of the Viking sailor and his Valkyrie siren.

His fingers are still between my legs, pressing against the opening of my pussy and massaging my clit. His other hand stops helping me jerk him and he raises it to the side of my face, just the way I did his. He cups my cheek and stares into my soul. “You’re so much better than me.”

“Not true,” I whisper.

“It is true. And that’s how it should be. I want a woman who knows more than I do. I want a woman who can guide me as I straddle that line between right and wrong. I want a partner like that and I found her in you.”

I want him to come. So bad. And I want him to do it inside me. All that dirty talk of hand jobs and fucking his chin—good stuff, no doubt. But I want something better than good right now.

I want amazing.

So I lift my hips up and place the tip of his cock at my opening. He closes his eyes for a moment, then opens them again so he can look me in the eyes when I sink down on his dick and let him fill me up.

We both moan at the same time. My hands find his shoulders as I begin to rock my hips back and forth across his lap, lifting up and sinking down without breaking the rhythm. His hands find my hips, gripping my flesh. Grabbing on to me like he never wants to let go.

That’s what I need right now.