“You make me feel so spoiled,” I confessed at his ear.
“Good, baby girl, that’s exactly what I like to hear.” He cupped my cheeks, grinding me against his rock hard cock, curved to one side and pulsing against my hip. My mouth watered as I thought about tasting him for the first time, feeling him at the back of my throat, hearing him come apart because of my mouth.
Without thinking, I dropped to the floor at his feet.
“I want to suck you.” I held his cock at the root with one hand, and he sucked in a breath, chest heaving like he’d been hit with a bucket of ice-cold water.
“Baby, your hands on me make me crazy. I can’t control what might happen. He’s got a mind of his own when you hold him and look up at me with those big, pretty eyes like that.”
He weaved his fingers in my hair, as I tipped my lips to his thick length. My breath came out in rough pants as I teased the head at the edges of my mouth. I licked my lips and then took his silky shaft in my hand, trailing my tongue up his length before taking him in my mouth.
His other hand weaved in my hair as I took him to the back of my throat. He growled from above me as his body twitched while I tried to swallow him whole. I breathed through my nose, willing myself not to gag as I bobbed on his length. I peered up at him, his head thrown back, neck straining, the cut lines of his abs in high relief as he gasped.
I slid both hands up his thick thighs to land at the sharp angle of his hips. My fingers dusted along the cut muscle of his abdomen as I sucked and swirled my tongue, before taking him to the root again and swallowing, the engorged tip lodged in my throat.
“Sweet Kitty Cat,” he growled as he rocked his hips slowly, a hard grip in my hair. “You like my cock in your mouth, pretty girl?”
My pussy dripped with arousal at his filthy words, sex trailing down my legs and pooling on his pretty, perfect-white kitchen floor. I reached one hand down and slid my fingers through the wetness. I’d never been so desperate to have him inside me again.
“Fuck yourself with your figners,” he instructed, and I moaned as I pulled and massaged at my clit. I looked up to find his stormy blues watching me with rapt pleasure, his cock twitching in my mouth as salty drops of come settled on my tongue.
“Up, before you make me come before I’m ready.” He stood me, naked, in front of him before planting me on the counter and aiming his dick, long and thick and pointed straight for me, close to my entrance. “You want my cock, baby?” He fisted his dick in his hands, pumping long and slow, his grip firm and unrelenting. “Answer me.” He flicked his thumb over the tip and it twitched in his hands.
“Yes,” I murmured, unable to look him in the eyes. I was so mesmerized by him touching himself.
He nudged my thighs open, holding them in his firm grip, before he took one long lick up my length of my body. I groaned and threaded one hand in my hair as I arched off the counter. He licked and swirled his tongue, pressing it into my entrance before entering me and flicking, eating at me. He sucked and pulled at my throbbing clit with his teeth until I was completely clean of all the wetness that had been dripping down my thighs. Finally, he thrust one finger inside and hooked it. “Don’t come.”
He pulled against my walls as he added another finger and sucked on the bundle of nerves. I moaned and arched, losing control as I kneaded my breast in one hand. I squirmed and begged for him to stop.
“Hold it, baby girl, I want you to come with my dick thrusting in and out of this sweet pussy.”
“I can’t anymore,” I moaned incoherently as I pulled at my nipple, and he sucked and thrust his fingers in and out of me.
“It’ll be more intense. Hold it for me, Kitty Cat. Wait for me; let me get you there.” He growled and eased up on the pressure. His fingers pushed and then pulled out, swirling around my clit, spreading my arousal around, then trailing it up my body. “Love watching you playing with your nipples.” He flicked at it, spreading my arousal there. “Suck one.”
“What?” I leaned up, my eyes landing on his. He peered back at me, desire swirling in his depths.
“Put your nipple in your mouth. Your tits are big enough. Do it.” He urged me on. Fuck, how could he make me so hot? How did he think of this stuff? And why did I like it so much?