“You promise?” I pant, holding back from another kiss.
Ari rolls her eyes but looks pleased. “I promise, Prince Charming.”
Fuck, I can feel the heat radiating off her pussy, and I want my dick inside of it so badly. I cave and cover her lips with mine. Even though I know I’m being made fun of, I don’t care.
Feeling Ari’s hands drop to the buttons of my jeans, I suck in my stomach, helpfully, giving Ari more room to free my cock from my boxers at once. I take a hand off the wall and slide it up Ari’s stomach under her shirt, feeling nothing but a smooth softness. Apparently, being in her profession calls for a lot of gym time because her body is a work of art.
In the corner of my eye, I catch sight of my badge sitting face up on a side table, taunting me. Ari grabs my face and pulls me in for a particularly heated stretch of kisses where she starts to stroke the shaft of my cock with her soft fingers. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This isn’t what I’m supposed to be doing. That damn badge is a reminder that if I don’t have the stomach to arrest Ari, I should at least tell her the truth and give her the chance to get away.
“Wait,” I gasp, arching up on my toes.
Ari presses her thumb into the head of my dick, dragging a string of strange sounds out of me.
“But…” I groan, trying to bat Ari’s hand away. “We haven’t agreed on… you know–” I trail off, too distracted to care about what I need to be saying to her. Ari has unzipped my jeans enough to start to work my shaft in earnest, and my life is literally in her hands.
“I don’t care about that,” Ari says, her legs in a vice-like clamp around my ass. “I just want to taste you again. Do whatever; buy me takeout or something,” she purrs out.
I barely hear her statement. Instead, I’m about to come all over my pants. “Whatever you want,” I say, yanking at Ari’s scarf and throwing it off to the side. “It’s yours.”
Ari taps me lightly on the shoulder so I will put her down. She drops to her knees right there in the foyer and gives me the second most spectacular blow-job I ever had in my life, second only to her earlier performance. Sucking lightly on my balls, while her wrist works from head to base, it’s so good I almost manage to entirely suppress the stab of jealousy I feel thinking about how Ari got to be so good.
I insist on returning the favor. Even though it’s probably not how Ari’s transactions usually go, the guilt of partaking of her glorious lips twice in one night has me ready to eat her from her stomach to her ass and back again. She doesn’t put up much of a fight.
Once I have climaxed, leaving my seed deep within Ari’s throat, I switch us around, snatch off her bottoms and spread her legs. She braces for me as I nestle between her thighs, taking time to inhale her fragrant cunt. It smells so good that I’m ready to dive in, never to be seen or heard from again. The way her pussy looks, brown with pink goodness inside has to be a picture of the promised land.
I open her legs wider and slide my tongue into her slit, playing with her clit. She’s so wet that it’s not long before another wave of juices gush from her cove and coat my tongue with deliciousness. Her taste and the sound of her moans are enough to drive a sane man wild. I grip her thighs, holding her in place so that I can move deeper inside her. I want to drink up everything she has to offer, pulling juices from her wells deep within.
“Blaze!” she calls out, squirming as I tighten my grip on her.
“Yes, baby,” I murmur against her lower lips. “You like that, Ari?”
“Yes!” she howls into the night, and I can see her eyes spacing out, and her legs start shaking and getting weak.
My muscles flex as I hold her up. Knowing she’s about to come undone adds to the pleasure. My tongue strikes her tasty button deep with precision, and involuntary jerks racking through her body reward me. It’s a rippling effect because, after a few moments, I’m painting circles of passion on her pussy and about to make her lose it again. I pleasure her going clockwise until she’s used to it. Then, I switch it up and go the other way. It’s a level of insanity I love experiencing with her; this experience is driving us both insane.
Her moans and groans turn into full-fledged growls. She starts to orgasm, shaking and trying to squirm away from me.
“Blaze, I can’t—take it!” she calls out, as her juices rush forth coating my tongue like a waterfall.
I don’t stop drinking from her, digging deep to extract every drop, until she falls limp into my arms. Then, I pick her up and take her to my bedroom. I place her on the bed and immediately strip out of my clothes.
Ari lay on the bed too limp to do anything, so I remove the rest of her clothes also. I know what she wants, what she needs, and I’ve just begun. Her body comes alive when she sees me rolling on a condom. I get several steps away from the bed before she finds her strength to scoot up to the center of the bed.
“Will you be gentle with me?” she asks, staring at my swollen cock.
Something about the way she asks me to be gentle shakes me to my core.
“If that’s what you want,” I say in a full tone coated with desire, especially after her change in tone from nasty girl to someo
ne I could love slow and gently, dare I say forever.
I flop onto my back, pulling her down on top of me and opting to let her have her way. She moans so sweetly as she kisses me passionately. I’m hungry for her. I crave for the moment her heat covers my shaft more than I crave anything in life. I can take the tease no longer. I have to get inside of her. I grip her ass cheeks, lift her and guide her down onto my length slowly.
Ari cries out my name as she takes me all in. She begins to ride me at her own rhythm, and the slow grind of her hips is exhilarating. At this rhythm, which I’m sure is made only for us, I know I’ll be cumming in no time.
I grip her perky breasts to pull my attention from the way she is milking the cum out of my cock. I lean forward and take one nipple into my mouth, sucking it to inflict pain as she rides me. Her slick vagina is intoxicating enough, but the taste of her brown pebble in my mouth is mind-blowing.
I imagine how the sheen of moisture without barriers would feel as she begins to slide up and down my shaft in a slow, grinding motion. Ari’s mouth hangs open in an O as she looks down at me, eyes hooded over. She looks as if I’m giving her the best pleasure she’s ever had when I’m the one who’s hanging on by a thread. I grab her ass, clutching it in my fingers to take control. If she continues to move in her seductive rhythm, I will not last long enough to do the things I want to do to her.