“You look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock,” he says, holding my head in place. His hips move faster, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, and I peek up at him under my lashes, wanting to see the almighty Rex Ambrosi lose control.
His grip on my hair loosens, and I take what little controls he’s giving me, using my newfound freedom to suck and lick his cock with every bit of the desire running through my body. His abs tighten, along with his thigh muscles, and I know he’s getting close.
He brushes a hand along my cheek, pushing the hair out of my face so he can watch himself sliding in and out of my mouth. I run my tongue up the giant vein along the base of his cock, and when I get to the head, I suck, swirling my tongue around before dipping it into the slit, and Rex comes undone.
His body tightens, his hands finding my hair as I lower my mouth around his cock, swallowing when the head hits the back of my throat and a stream of cum releases into my mouth. He tries to pull my head back, but I fight him, tightening my hold on his thighs, keeping his cock deep in my mouth. I’m determined to take every last drop his body will give me.
Because I want it.
I want every drop.
Every lick.
Every kiss.
I want every piece of Rex.
Grinning, I look down at my phone one last time to make sure I read it right. It’s not the text that’s making me smile—well, not entirely. I’m pretty sure I haven’t stopped smiling since I woke up this morning.
Rex did as he promised; he spent the entire night, and well into the morning, showing me just how sorry he was for interrupting my birthday dinner. And trust me when I tell you, he was very, very sorry, and yesterday ended up being the best birthday ever.
But with Rex as my present, why wouldn’t it be?
I woke up this morning with his face buried between my legs, and if that isn’t the greatest way to wake up, I don’t know what is. With his lips around my clit, he tortured me in the best possible way until I gave in and agreed to spend the day with him. Only then did he climb up my body and fuck me senseless.
Hence the smile.
He left me a few hours ago with a promise to text when he had our afternoon planned. That text just came through a few minutes ago.
Rex: Last night and this morning were perfect. I can still taste you on my tongue. Meet me downstairs in one hour.
Me: What am I supposed to wear?
Rex: Your birthday suit?
Me: Haha! Seriously.
Rex: I don’t care what you wear, but leave the panties at home.
I grin, biting my lower lip as I re-read his message. He’s such a dirty boy, and I fucking love it.
Already running short on time, I take a quick shower, blow-dry my hair and wrap it into a loose bun behind my right ear, and apply a light dusting of makeup. I choose a pair of skinny jeans, my favorite KISS t-shirt, and a pair of red chucks. I check the clock, and it’s almost time to meet Rex. Grabbing my purse, I toss in my phone, grab a light jacket, and rush through the house, hollering a quick goodbye to JJ over my shoulder.
Rex is waiting for me downstairs when the elevator doors open, and he looks absolutely mouthwatering. Faded jeans, a red Henley with the sleeves bunched around his elbows—giving me a clear view of his tattoos, which makes my insides twist with pleasure—and a pair of black Vans.
“You look beautiful,” he says, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.
I bury my face in his shirt, breathing in his spicy scent. Resting my chin on his chest, I smile up at him. “You don’t look too bad yourself. What’s the plan for today?”
He kisses my nose. “I can’t tell you; that would ruin the surprise.”
I roll my eyes. “I hate surprises.”
“You’re going to learn to love them,” he says, pulling a piece of black fabric from his pocket.
I lift a brow. “What’s that?”
“It’s a blindfold. Now turn around.”