Her words ignite a fuse, and I blow. I force her back to the wall and slam her body against it. “I’m trying to fucking show you the proper respect and bring you home, girl. Don’t you get that? Once this is out, you’ll be untouchable. That shit my dad and his stupid ass friends pull will have to stop. You think you don’t ask me when you look at me with want in your eyes? You need me to make you see how much you’re still into this?”
Her eyes dilate and her gaze is full of lust.
I can practically smell her arousal. I glance down and see her nipples straining against the worn material of the old tank. Her breathing is ragged. Her defiance gets under my skin, and I snap. “I tried to play the gentleman card, but I don’t think that’s what you need. You were gone too long and forgot the way this shit is supposed to work. So, I’m going to remind you.” I lean forward until I’m drowning in her eyes and our lips brush. “For better or worse, I’m your man. It’s time we both start acting like it.” I capture her lips and moan; they are smooth and pliant.
She’s feeling this, too.
I slip my tongue inside of her mouth—her sweet flavor hits me and rushes to my head like champagne bubbles. There’s something inherently good about her. Her tongue brushes up against mine, and I growl. I pull her body to me and grip her thighs, lifting her up against the wall. She wraps her legs around me and digs her nails into my shoulders. Our tongues battle for dominance and I tilt my head to deepen the connection of our mouths. I’m hard as a rock and leaking pre-come like a teenager having a wet dream. I grind into her center, wanting inside. She gasps and I swallow the sound down. I want every part of her. When she rolls her hips my dick twitches.
We part for air.
“I need to feel that tight little pussy wrapped around my cock, babe.”
“Yes, please,” she whimpers.
I walk us to the bed, turning to take the brunt of the fall. She straddles my hips, and I see something come alive in her.
She’s wild and deliciously sexy with her hair tumbling about her face, a wicked spark in her eyes. The chocolate brown darkens to almost black. She grinds her hips into me. Mentally, she may be conflicted, but right now she’s all in and committed.
“You playing games, girl?” I ask.
“Isn’t this what you want?” she asks, increasing the friction. Denim rubs against the silky material of her pants.
“You’re playing with fire.” I grip her hips and force her into my rhythm.
She moans and throws her head back.
I could come like this. The heat spreading across her crotch tells me she could, too. I roll us over and place her hands above her head. “You asked for it and now you’re going to get it.” I grip her wrists in one hand as I fumble with my belt. It comes undone, and I pull it free from my pants.
Her chests heaves, and her lips part.
“You still love it, don’t you?” I ask as I tie her hands together.
“Yes,” she whimpers. Her lower lip trembles.
I nip it, push her tank up, and yank her bra down. Her full breasts pop free, and I bend over, flicking the hardened brown points with my tongue. She arches her back, and I suck one into my mouth, rolling its twin between two fingers.
“Oh, yes,” she moans.
Her legs open and I fall between them, smirking around the mouthful of heaven I’m manipulating.
“More, Echo.”
I place a kiss between her breasts and yank down her pants, then her panties. “There’s my pussy,” I whisper, running my finger down the glistening slit of her neatly trimmed thatch. She shudders, and I kiss my way down to her belly, inhaling her sweet musk. “You smell so good, I have to get a taste.” I flick her clit, and she bucks. “Patience.” As I grip her thighs, pinning her down, she grunts. “Let me show you I know how to take care of you.” I glance up, and our gazes meet. “You look at me while I eat you.”
Her nostrils flare, and her jaw tightens. She’s fighting herself for control.
“You be a good girl, or I’ll stop.”
She nods.
I part her lips and run my tongue over her juicy center. She’s honey for adults: sweet, salty, and exotic. I lap her up. I love eating a girl out. There’s something about the taste, the feel, and the pleasure they derive from it. It’s not something I get to do often. Sweetbutts are passed around too much to risk catching something, and I don’t want the intimate contact with them. My occasional civilian pussy gets the tongue treatment, but none of them has ever tasted as good as my old lady.
I push inside her hot center, and she screams. I hum, fucking her with my stiff tongue. Imagining the tight walls around my cock, I can’t help but groan. I’m not naïve enough to think I’m still her only partner, but I know there haven’t been many. I’m going to make you forget everyone else. I circle her walls and nudge her swollen bundle of nerves with my nose.
“Oh God, I’m so close.”
I hum, and she let’s go, rewarding me with her sticky liquid. I lap it up, pleased to capture every drop on my tongue. I ease her back down and move away before I dive face first back into her sweet spot. She’s blissed out and docile. I like the look on her. I stand and shove my pants down, palming my dick at the base. I begin a slow stroke and move over to the side of the bed. My old lady likes to suck dick as much as I like to eat.