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“Hmm…” She eyed him from above, one eyebrow raised in thought. “I’ll allow it, but you do not come.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled just as she lowered herself onto his wanting mouth.
“I like the sound of that.” She moaned the moment they made contact. She weaved back and forth, stroking herself against his tongue. Milton stroked his cock, imagining it wet and glistening from her saliva.
Amie pushed herself down, grinding against his mouth. He opened up her folds with his tongue, penetrating her hole with deep steady strokes. She watched him work, their eyes connected, their bodies fused together in an erotic pose.
She ripped her arms out of the straps of her bra and threw it behind her. Her fingers grasped at her breasts, kneading and pulling at her nipples. He devoured her pussy, licking her clit with quick strokes. She let one hand slide down her body and pulled at her mound, exposing her swollen nub to his assault.
His hand was sweaty and aching from the tension, his arm numb and cold from lack of circulation. But the rest of his body was hot, seething with desire for the woman who writhed above him. Amie looked behind her, watching Milton stroke his cock, then glanced at his other hand, grasping firmly against the slats. Was she having second thoughts? Did she want him to touch her? One look in her eyes and Milton read her loud and clear, she shot down his thought with one confident stare.
Milton concentrated on her pleasure. He had to prove himself. Even though she was calling the shots, he needed to make sure his own ego wasn’t crushed. With her hand exposing her clit, he sucked it into his mouth and lapped with hard, steady strokes that caused her to moan. He refused to let up. He refused to let her leave this room without knowing he was a master with his mouth and tongue.
She wailed above him, panting, her head hanging forward, her eyes squeezed tight. Milton held tighter to the slat and his cock, almost as if bracing himself to push further, eat deeper into her pussy.
Soft curses escaped her mouth. She was enjoying what he was giving. So much so that she crippled over, her hands grappling for the top of the headboard.
“Shit,” she whispered. “Damn.”
He grinned, as best he could while his mouth was suctioned to her core. He was breaking her, and it would only be a matter of time before she broke apart against his mouth. All he needed was some extra leverage. He released his grip on the headboard, and immediately her gaze locked on his.
“No touching. Just keep doing…that! Oh God, yes, that,” she screamed out.
He tried to give some sort of sign to stop her from screaming. They weren’t alone, after all, this wasn’t their home. But it only came out as a muffled noise, the vibrations exactly what she needed as she slipped over the edge. Milton swirled his tongue around her clit, and her pussy spasmed against his tongue as he licked her to orgasm. Her entire body shook. Her thighs clamped around his head, and he felt them quiver.
She rode out her orgasm, grinding her body against his mouth. Panting and whimpering. Her head hung between her arms. She still gripped the top of the headboard tightly. Her face was flushed, a soft pink that reminded him of the color of her pussy that he still admired with an up-close and personal view.
She slumped back and sat on his chest. She couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds soaking wet, barely interfering with his staggered breathing.
“Should I be prepared for my first complaint?” He looked at her with a grin.
Amie thought long and hard before she spoke, but he saw the indecision in her eyes. Was she trying to figure out whether to keep up the game? Although his motivations to bring her to orgasm were purely selfish, it was no less rewarding to see the content look of satisfaction on her face.
When she finally spoke it was in between heavy breaths. “A reward. You deserve a reward.” Amie got herself to a standing position on wobbly legs. “Both hands grabbing that headboard.” He did as she asked with no questions. “Good boy.”
“As long as your mouth is going where I think it is, I will do anything you want.”
She settled on her knees between his legs and leaned over. Though her hairline was damp, the rest of he
r strands were still silky smooth. He bet if he ran his hand through her soft strands his fingers would glide right through.
“You just proved my point.” She traced the tip of her finger along his chest and up to his neck, then back and forth along his jaw line. Her breath tickled his ear as she whispered, “You’ll be begging me soon enough. It’s going to take everything you have not to rest your hand on my head and guide your thick cock down my warm, wet mouth.”
A growl rumbled in his chest. Milton tensed his arms and pulled at the slats of the headboard. His cock twitched against his stomach as she wiggled further down his body. Lower and lower she shimmied until her hot breath caressed his shaft.
“Well, looky here.” She lowered her head between his legs as if searching for something. “It looks like eating pussy is the remedy for removing the uptight pole from your ass.” She gave him a wide smile. Her teeth were perfect, glossy white. Her lips were swollen from her own pleasure, from biting at them while he feasted on her pussy.
“The only long, hard pole down there is my cock.” He grinned back. The supposed dislike for each other pushed their encounter from hot to scorching. A sense of forbidden pleasure spiking the need to take her every which way imaginable.
Her hair dragged across his thighs, tickling, stirring up his desire. “It is a lovely cock.” She splayed her hands across his pelvis and ran them up, over his abs, up to his pecs. “It’s long and straight.” She licked from the base of his cock to the tip. “Smooth.”
Milton pulled at the slats, breathing heavy through his nostrils. Her tongue was like velvet on his skin.
She licked again, slowly, then circled around the tip. “And tasty.”
Milton groaned. She was right. It took everything he had not to grab onto her blond hair and fuck her mouth. But he could be a good boy, play along.
She teased the tip with her tongue, circle, lick, lick, circle then finally, just when he couldn’t stand it, she took him inside her mouth. One slow inch at a time she eased toward the base. One hand cupped his balls, twisting and twirling them between her fingers. The other hand held the base tightly. When he was slick with her saliva she worked her mouth and hand in tandem. Sweat dampened his skin, and Milton felt it pool underneath his body on the sheet.
