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“Is this okay?”

Why is that even a question?

My eyelids were clenched shut, face screwed up, goddamn toes curled – okay, maybe that was why she’d asked. But, yes, it was okay. It was so, so,somuch more than okay. She had me in her mouth, slurping and sucking and gagging, and I could not beanyfucking better.

To answer her question though, I grunted afuck yesthat made her stop running her tongue around the head, teasing me, just long enough to grin before she swallowed me again.

She’d caught me coming out of the shower and insisted on this. Insisted that her “confusion” was being rapidly replaced with “clarity”, and I didn’t catch any emotional undercurrents that made me argue with that. If she was down, then so was I,hell yes.

But then… she’d apologized before she started.

“I haven’t done this in a pretty long time,” she warned, right before she had me moaning, groaning, ready and willing to scream like a little bitch, because her mouth feltjust that damn good.And if her personality, intellect, business acumen, humor, beauty, body, and the glory of her pussy hadn’t been enough to persuade me that Kellen was King Dumb-ass for letting her go…

Thishad me far –far –past convinced.

I wasn’ttryingto choke her, but shit… I lost the battle tonotbury my hands in her hair, keeping her in place as I drove up into her mouth, into her throat. And she…goddamn…she took it in stride, moaning and swallowing me deeper and just… continuing to be perfect.

It was just about time to warn her of an impending eruption when she pulled completely away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before her eyes landed on me in a sexy, mischievous grin. She held her audience – me – completely captive as she slinked across the bed, climbing over me, straddling me, then holding my dick exactly where she wanted it before she sank down.

Heaven.

That was what this had to be, having Monica on top of me, hips moving in slow circles that didn’t skip a beat as she raised her hands to remove the band from the ponytail I’d ruined. Her golden-streaked hair fell around her shoulders like a mane, making her look even wilder, even sexier than she already did.

I hadn’t even known that shit was possible.

I remembered, some time ago, having to coax her into showing me her body. Not because she didn’twantto, or didn’t like it, but because she was afraidIwouldn’t like it – a lie from the pits of hell, based on bullshit put in her head by her husband.

And now here she was, completely nude, the room completely lit, grinding on top of me like she was having the time of her life.

I really,reallyhoped she was, because that would make two of us. If that first night had been good enough to have me ready to sniff behind her like a greedy puppy, thenthis– feeling her, again, withnothingbetween us – I… might be in trouble. I tried to keep telling myself that it was just sex – damn good sex, at that – because she hadn’t given me any indication that it was more than that.

Theproblemwas, I’d had good sex – damn good sex, at that – with my fair share of other women over my forty-something years, and I couldn’t say that it had ever been likethis.Hell, even when Kay’s mother, Lisa, had my young ass sprung, I couldn’t ever remember thinking long-term. Like…long, long term.

But with Monica, I’d found myself, more than once, wondering exactly what I needed to do in order to not mess this up, how to make sure she remained in my life, in this capacity, and more, for a long ass time.

The shit felt so right that ithadto be wrong… right?

I blinked away those pesky thoughts, shifting my focus back to the present – Monica had reached behind her, between my legs, cupping and massaging my balls, which didn’t give me much choice.

“Trying to kill me,” I muttered, making her laugh – a sound that hit me right in the chest before I turned it into a moan with my hand betweenherlegs, teasing her clit. She whimpered, rhythm broken as I pressed harder with my thumb, then moved to pinch her swollen, sensitive bud between my thumb and forefinger.

“Ahhh,” she moaned, as I moved my fingers back and forth, using her distracted state to sit up.

With one hand still between her legs, I fisted the other in her hair again, pulling her lips to mine. I wasted no time dipping my tongue into the sweetness of her mouth, savoring her as she started moving again. I left her clit to give my attention to her soft, full breasts, filling both hands, to cup and squeeze before I brought my fingers to her hardened nipples.

I pulled back, just enough to cover her lips, chin, neck, and collarbone with soft kisses as I made my way down to her breasts. Her breath started coming in soft gasps and whimpers as I nipped along the outline of her light brown areolas, following each nibble with a soothing lap from my tongue. Her knees clenched against me, fingers went to my shoulders, digging in for leverage as she kept riding me, struggling not to get overwhelmed with pleasure.

A flash of annoyance washed over me as my doorbell rang, and Monica’s hips stopped moving.

“Mnn-Mnn,” I grunted, around a mouthful of her nipple. “Don’t stop.”

Whoever it was, they could wait. I didn’t do drop-in guests, and Idamnsure hadn’t invited anyone to come over. After the way our trip to the gym had ended earlier, I’d hoped that once we made it back to the house, my night would goexactlylike this. I had no plans of letting someone interrupt it.

I sucked her nipple, hard, and Monica’s head fell back as she moaned. The other nipple, I pinched, and she moaned even louder. From there, I fell into a rhythm, spurred on by my name starting to spill from her lips. A second doorbell ring went unanswered, and Ihonestlydidn’t give a single fuck.

We were having a moment.

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