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“Jesus, woman. You make it difficult to leave.”
His deep voice penetrated every cell and muscle, leaving me tingling all over. As I pulled one testicle into my mouth, swirling my tongue, he let off a series of animalistic sounds, forcing his pants over his hips so I had full access.
I hungrily sucked, shifting to his other swollen ball, using my jaw muscles to entice him even more. Then I dragged my tongue ever so slowly to the tip, taking his cockhead into my wet mouth.
“Fuck!” His exclamation was followed with a tighter hold on my hair, his fingers digging into my scalp.
I kept my eyes locked on his face, enjoying the way his brow furrowed, his mouth twisting as I provided pleasure. He allowed me to control the moment for a few seconds longer, gently pushing another inch inside my mouth.
“Fucking hot and wet. A new rule. You do this every morning.” He grinned salaciously, teasing me but somehow, I knew it would be a new requirement and one I would eagerly enjoy.
I shifted my tongue back and forth, continuing to suck as he jutted his hips forward. There was nothing more delicious than hearing his ragged breathing or the way his muscles tensed.
Only seconds later, he shoved the remainder of his cock inside, the tip hitting the back of my throat. He held me there, the powerful man gasping for air as I gagged slightly. Then my muscles relaxed, accepting the thick girth.
After exhaling, he allowed me to take a deep breath, usurping full control, rocking on the balls of his feet as he fucked my mouth. I continued to swirl my tongue, rewarded with several drops of pre-cum. His actions became rougher, more demanding. He gripped my face with both hands, driving his cock hard and fast, lowering his head so I could see his glassy eyes.
Every sound he made was a dark and husky growl, his entire body shaking as he thrust deep and long. I planted my hands on his thick thighs, squeezing his muscles, my skin on fire and my heart racing. The man could fuck me every hour of the day and it wouldn’t be enough.
“Fuck. Yes.” He threw his head back, his actions more relentless but I sensed he was ready to explode. I would take every drop, licking him clean. Then I’d beg for more.
Jameson took several scattered breaths, finally lowering his head, dragging his tongue across his lips.
Then his body spasmed, his cum filling my mouth, trickling down the back of my throat. I clung to his legs, sucking, my tongue rolling back and forth.
He let out a deep exhale, finally releasing his hold, stroking the top of my head as he’d done before. “Clean my cock, baby.”
I did so eagerly, allowed to grip the base, holding his shaft proud as I dragged the tip of my tongue up and down every inch.
When I was finished, I eased back, peering up at him once again. His eyes remained half closed and when he rolled his fingers down my cheek, my core was ignited. He rubbed the tip across my mouth, shoving his finger inside, forcing me to suck the last drop.
His laugh was subtle, one of satisfaction if not continued need. He stumbled back a couple of feet, taking a few seconds before sliding his trousers over his hips. I could easily tell he hungered for more. He pulled me to my feet, raking a single finger under my chin. “You’ve already made my morning.”
“Then I’ve done my job.”
Laughing, he didn’t utter another word but by the look in his eyes, I knew what he was thinking. He rolled his hands over my skirt, sliding the material up my legs, shaking his head slowly as his nostrils flared. He lifted me onto the counter, raking his hands across the stack of mail he’d brought in the night before. As the envelopes and catalogs drifted to the floor, he pushed me back, yanking the skirt up even higher.
I couldn’t stop shivering as he shifted his fingers to my thong, gently sliding the lace over my hips, tugging them away from my feet. Then he grasped my legs, bending and pressing my knees against the counter. My head was just over the edge of the other side, preventing me from watching anything he did.
“Now, it’s time for breakfast,” he half whispered, immediately lowering his head. As he pressed his face into my slickened pussy, I lifted my arms, both doing a creative dance. I kept my toes pointed, staring up at the ceiling as his fingers dug into my skin. There was something so sinful about being wide open for him, losing all control to the man prepared to eat his fill.
He lifted one leg higher, pressing his face into my wet mound. I smacked my hands against the top of the counter, struggling to arch my back. His actions became rough and unyielding, his tongue lashing my clit, his mouth sucking the tender tissue until I was left breathless and unable to think clearly.
As he shoved two fingers inside my pussy, flexing them open, I laughed nervously. The sensations were raw, exposing the desire that never seemed to abate around him. Within seconds, he brought me close to an orgasm, my mind doing everything I could to shut down the need until I was allowed to come.
Jameson planted my heels on the edge of the counter, sliding his hand under my shirt. The force he used pitched my head further over the other side. I’d never felt such a loss of control, the electricity explosive. Every sound sliding past my lips was guttural, the pleasure so intense a fog developed over my field of vision.
He was fevered in his actions, pulling me to the purest moment of ecstasy.
“Come for me, baby.”
A laugh bubbled to the surface as soon as he issued the command. As my muscles clamped around his fingers, pulling him in even deeper, I lost all control. The rush of endorphins was unimaginable, pushing me into pure rapture.
“Yes. Yes…”
He pressed his palms against my inner thighs, keeping me wide open as he licked and sucked, finally shifting his lips from one leg to the other.
I had no idea how long I was in the blissful fog but when he eased my legs from the counter, pulling until my head rested gently on the solid surface, I finally opened my eyes.
