I could feel his hot stare on my ass.
I turned around and faced him, running my fingers through my hair until I grabbed the elastic that bound my strands together. I pulled it free, letting the waves fall around my shoulders. I was self-conscious about the way I looked because the makeup was gone and my hair wasn’t styled, but he looked at me the same way he had when he’d seen me in a bikini on his yacht—like he wanted to fuck me, regardless.
His arms relaxed over the back of the couch as he studied my body, his eyes taking in the sight of my tits the longest. Unlike other women in my profession, I didn’t artificially enhance anything. My tits were small, but they were real. He seemed to like them.
I kept my thong on as I drew closer, standing between his open knees.
He didn’t move to touch me, as if he wanted to see what I could do first.
I lowered myself to my knees, hitting the softness of the rug that cushioned my body. My tits were between his knees now, and his eyes were staring down. My hands started at his knees and slowly moved up, inching to the waistband against his rock-hard abs. A subtle line of hair trailed beneath his belly button and disappeared under his waistband. There was a thick vein too, his skin and muscles so tight that it popped like a cord. I grabbed the material and tugged, getting the pants down to the base of his hips.
With his eyes still on my tits, he lifted himself slightly, letting me get the material over his thighs.
That was when his stone-cold demeanor disappeared.
His breaths deepened, just slightly. His face became flushed with arousal. Those angry eyes melted like chocolate chips in freshly baked cookies. There was a subtle clench of his jaw, a quick bite at his lower lip, his excitement growing so quickly that he couldn’t contain it.
That did turn me on a bit.
With his dick free, it lay against his stomach, thick, long, with a nice vein that ran all the way up the shaft to his head. He was obviously proud of it, knew he was well-endowed. It gave a twitch as I stared at it, as if beckoning me to get to work.
I leaned in close, let my warm tits smother the base of his dick and his balls. The tip rested against my lips, and I gave it a kiss as my small breasts hugged as much of his shaft as they could. One kiss turned to two. Then three…and four.
His breathing deepened as he watched me. He liked to be teased.
My tongue flattened, and I licked the head like an ice cream cone on a hot day.
His body tightened when he felt my tongue. His balls clenched close to his body. The breath he released was audible. His nerves were on fire, and every little touch excited him more. With my eyes locked on his face, I licked him again and again, getting his dick wet without actually putting him in my mouth.
When he was done with the foreplay, he grabbed me by the neck and grabbed his base. “Take it—all the way.” He pointed his dick at my mouth and pushed my head down, letting out a satisfied moan as I slid my tongue over his length. He made me keep going even though I would have stopped, getting my face right against his stomach.
It activated my gag reflex, but he wouldn’t let me pull away. Tears sprang into my eyes, and I tried to breathe while I had a huge dick in my mouth. He kept me there for another second before he finally let me go and fully catch my breath.
The tears were so heavy they left my eyes and streaked down my face.
“Now you know what to expect.” He guided me back to his dick as if the break he’d allowed me had been generous enough. His cock was back in my mouth, but he let me go, his arm moving back to the couch.
I held his dick by the base and pushed my throat over his length, letting my tongue cushion his entrance over and over. It was hard work, sucking a dick this big, and now that my eyes were watery, they continued to water more. My vision blurred, but I didn’t dare wipe my face to ruin the moment.
“Eyes.”
I obeyed the command instantly, lifting my eyes to see his face through the tears. My nails dug into his muscular thighs as I pushed him down over and over, holding my breath when he was in deep.
It was like running a marathon—difficult and exhausting. I lost all feeling in my legs as I sat on my folded knees, and saliva dripped out of the corner of my mouth because his girth left my lips gaping open.