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My heart beats frantically inside my chest. My skin heats up, and my cock grows larger than life.
I replace my tongue with a finger and stare into her eyes. And then I finger fuck her, letting her pussy ride out her orgasm on my hand. "That's right come all over my hand.”
She doesn't stop thrusting her hips against my palm, and I kiss the corners of her mouth before sliding my tongue along hers.
"I'm coming," she cries out.
It's stunning.
"You have my dick so hard," I say after her body has calmed from her climax.
Her eyes glance down and I run a hand over the bulge in my pants. I take her hand and run it over my cock. "See, this is how bad I need you. There's so many things I've fantasized about doing to you," I tell her.
Her mouth hangs open a second before she licks her luscious pink lips. "Tell me."
My heart bangs hard against my sternum as I think about all the naughty things I've pictured late at night after Bree has gone home. "I want your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock."
She licks those pretty little lips again. "Mmm."
"I want you to take me deep down your throat and suck me off." I rub her hand over my pants and the outline of my dick.
“Tell me you want it.”
Her big eyes stare up at me.
“Tell me you can’t wait to taste my cock.” I’m so fucking turned on right now. And a bigger part of me can’t believe this is happening.
Brave with courage I stare into her eyes, waiting for her to say the words I so desperately need to hear.
The words I so need her to say.
Three
Bree
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"I want to taste you," I say. I can't believe this is finally happening. In the kitchen, no less, but I had to make my move tonight or never get another chance. His chocolate-colored eyes drop to my mouth and I lick my lips.
"Oh fuck." He grabs my hair in his fist, leaning my head to the side to gain better access to my neck where he plants his perfect lips, nibbling and sucking my tender skin.
His teeth are going to leave marks, and I hope they do. I want his brand on my body to never go away. I want him to mark me. To make me his.
I reach out for his zipper and his large hand clasps around my wrist. "Have you ever sucked a man's cock before?"
Part of me wants to lie and say yes, because I don't want him to think I'm a foolish, inexperienced girl, but I shake my head, my eyes never leaving his. "I want to suck your cock, Smith."
He runs a hand through his short dark hair, and for a moment, I think he's going to put an end to this, but then his hand guides mine to his zipper.
His eyes close, his head falling back slightly, when I undo the button and unzip his pants. The hard outline of his oversized dick strains against his black boxer briefs. I've never done this before, but instinct has me dropping to my knees on the tile floor.
I peer up at him, and his eyes are fixed on me. His tongue peeks out to coat his bottom lip. He's so sexy-so masculine-and I want to memorize every moment of my time with him.
When I free his cock, a drop of precum glistens on the tip. I stick my tongue out and take a swipe, licking it up.
The minute my hot mouth makes contact with his velvet skin, he groans. So loud. It's the best sound I've ever heard. His fingers twist in my hair, pulling and tugging me closer. I wrap a hand around his thickness to pump, matching the rhythm with my mouth as I take him as far down my throat as I can.
"Fuck, Bree," he murmurs, bracing a hand on the countertop as his hips buck, fucking my mouth. He takes control, and I open my lips wider, letting him thrust deep down my throat.
I love the feel of his skin inside my mouth. The taste of him. I'm so turned on. I need relief.
"I'm going to come," he tells me, before he tries to pull out. I dig my fingers into his ass, wanting it all from him. Hot liquid shoots down my throat and I swallow as quickly as I can, milking his dick with the last of his release until his orgasm subsides. He pulls his cock from my mouth, and I wipe my bottom lip and rise to my feet. He startles me with a kiss. It's slow and sensual and much more than I deserve.
I pull away. "I have to go," I tell him, forcing the words out and beeline out the door.
Smith is much too fast. That must be another perk of being so wealthy-you're faster than the speed of light.
