What every guy wants to hear.
Her brows lower in concern. “Will it fit?”
“It’ll fit,” I rasp. “As long as you’re wet and relaxed.”
Her tongue sneaks out, licking the corner of her lips. “I’m wet right now.”
Jesus Christ, this girl. She is unbelievable.
“So are you,” she continues. “The front of your boxers is damp.”
I close my eyes. She keeps talking like this and I’ll come where I stand.
“You touch me like that and that’s what happens,” I tell her through gritted teeth.
“Hmmm.” She continues her exploration, her other hand tugging down my jeans. I help her out, pushing them down past my hips, until they’re crumpled around my ankles and I’m kicking them off. “Oh wow.”
Her gaze is glued to the front of my boxer briefs, my cock straining, dying to be freed.
“You can touch it,” I encourage her.
“This is…you’re impressive.” She lifts her gaze to mine. “I didn’t expect you to be so big. I think you’re bigger than that guy I watched in the porn.”
I want to laugh. I want to groan in absolute agony. The innocent things she says. The simple yet highly effective way she touches me. The lust in her gaze.
She’s driving me out of my mind.
Giving in, I cup the side of her face, tilting her head back so I can kiss her hungrily. She responds immediately, her lips parting, her tongue swirling around mine. I groan, taking a step closer, my hand falling to her chest, fingers curving around one luscious tit, brushing my thumb across her nipple. It’s already hard, and I circle it again and again, making her whimper. Her fingers tighten around my dick, and she gives it a tentative stroke.
My balls clench tighter, as if I could blow at any second.
With my other hand, I reach for the front of her jeans, undoing the snap with fumbling fingers, lowering the zipper. I dive my hand into her open jeans, my fingers encountering silky material, and I press my fingers against her pussy, the material already wet.
Just as she said it would be.
“Oh my God,” she whispers when I cup her fully, my fingers pressing hard. “That shouldn’t feel so good.”
“You like that, Birdy?” I stroke her up and down, using the friction of her panties to help get her off.
She nods, a helpless whimper leaving her, and I can’t stand it any longer.
Removing my hand from her panties, I crowd her, pushing her with my body to the bed, so her ass falls heavily onto the edge. She glances up at me, her eyes wide and unblinking as she reaches for me, sliding her hand up and down the front of my boxer briefs. I thrust my hips, pressing my cock into her palm, so she knows I like that.
“Tell me what to do next,” she whispers.
“Pull me out,” I demand and her eyes flare with heat.
Wren removes her hand from the front of my boxers, so she can pull them down, slowly but surely. Until my cock springs free, bobbing directly in front of her face.
Her mouth.
She lifts her gaze to mine, once again, before she returns her attention to my eager dick. She wraps her fingers around the base, her touch gentle, her gaze curious as she studies me. Her brows lower in concentration when she squeezes me tight, and I hiss in a breath, my stomach muscles contracting.
“You like that?”
“Tighter,” I grit out, and she holds me tighter, her thumb running along the distended vein, exploring. Like my cock is a fucking science experiment.
“Doesn’t that hurt?”