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“After that performance I want your mouth on my cock. Now.” He cupped her cheek once more, fingers lingering before his hand slid to the top of her head and pushed. “Be a good girl, and I’ll give you what you want.”
Willingly she went to her knees, her face in front of his groin. She reached out, her fingers drifting down the front of his jeans, feeling the heat of his erection beneath the stretched tight denim. Her pussy filled with fresh cream, dribbling down her thighs since her panties were shoved in her purse.
“Pull me out, sweetheart. Suck my cock.”
Her hands fell to the waistband of his jeans and went to work, yanking them down around his knees with a few quick flicks of her wrists and pulls of her fingers. His black boxer briefs followed, and he slipped out of his shoes then kicked his jeans and briefs off. Reaching behind his head, he tugged his shirt off until he stood before her gloriously naked.
She settled on her haunches and stared up at him in wonder, drinking him in. He was perfection, the broad shoulders, wide chest covered with fine, curling dark hairs. His defined abs made her want to explore. The little trail of hair that made a path from his navel down into a thicker patch of hair surrounding his erect cock tempted her.
Tempted her so that she touched it, dragged her finger down the narrow path of hair, and she felt the jump of muscles beneath her touch. She curled her hand around the base of his cock, marveled at the width, his skin hot and tight and hard as steel.
Her mouth watered. She couldn’t wait to taste him, to pull him deep into her mouth and suck him. Her hand fisted around him. She squeezed, hard, harder until she heard his sharp intake of breath.
“Just like that,” he encouraged, and she was thankful for all of those moments in the voyeur clubs, watching men handling themselves, watching two men touch each other.
She knew they preferred it hard and a little rough. She may be a woman with small hands and a delicate touch, but she knew how to give them what they wanted.
Her tongue slid from between her lips, and she dabbed at the tip of him, teasing the little slit. She tasted pre-come, salty and slightly bitter and she circled her tongue around and around, growing in distance until she circled the entire head of his cock.
“Ah, Jesus.” His hands grasped either side of her head. His fingers sank into her hair as he guided her upon him, increasing the rhythm, fucking her mouth with sure, deep strokes. She opened her mouth wider, taking all of him that she could, and he bumped the back of her throat. She swallowed, relaxing the muscles there, eager to take him with ease, and when she glanced up she caught his gaze on hers, staring at her with wonder.
“You like that, sweetheart? You like the taste of my cock?”
She nodded, unable to speak, her mouth too full of him.
“Want me to come down your throat? I’m already close.” He tossed his head back, his hips moving with abandon, his pace increasing. “So fucking close.”
A moan escaped her, and she squeezed his shaft in encouragement, her fingers jerking him in time with his thrusts. Things were moving fast, getting intense. She hadn’t even kissed him, yet here she was on her knees, sucking his cock as if he was the best thing she ever tasted. And he did taste good, so good. Felt good, sounded good, looked good…
The first splash of semen hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed. He withdrew from her slightly, his hand wrapped around his cock, covering her hand. He pulled out so he could watch as he spilled into her mouth.
“That’s it, baby, take it. Take every last drop,” he crooned. She swallowed again, licked at her lips, catching the drops of come that fell there.
Oh God, it felt dirty, the way he came in her mouth, on her lips. Dirty and decadent and wild, and she couldn’t remember the last time she felt that way. Even going to Tom’s had lost some of its excitement lately. It had been such a long time since she’d been sexually excited.
It was as if Trevor knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed. And he delivered it with relish.
The thought scared the hell out of her.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her lips, still semi-erect and velvety hot. Across her lower lip, her upper lip, bathing her in the last remnants of come. She moaned, her tongue sneaking out for one final lick.
“Was that good enough?” she asked, her gaze lifting to meet his.
Trevor towered over her, a smile curving his firm lips, his eyes glittering. “Sweetheart if it was any better I’d probably drop dead.”
She smiled, and he reached for her hands pulling her to her feet. Without warning, he kissed her, hot and deep and wet, his tongue thrusting inside her mouth, searching and taking and branding her, his hands roaming over her.
“You taste like cock,” he muttered against her lips, and she couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped her.
“Your cock. Does that bother you?” She circled her arms around his neck and hauled him close. He was completely nude, and she had every stitch of clothing still on, well minus her panties. His hands slid across her shoulder
s, down her arms and she shuddered at his touch.
Something clouded his face, darkened his eyes for the briefest moment and then it cleared, as if it had never been there. “No, it doesn’t bother me.” He kissed her again, his tongue licking at the inside of her mouth, stroking deep.
He tasted warm and spicy—his tongue slick and hot. Her hands wandered over his wide shoulders, streaked down across his collarbone, his firm pectoral muscles. He was built, deceptively so since he wasn’t some bulging show-off.
No, Trevor was all lean, delicious muscular man.
