Gazing up at me, her fingers move to my waist, tugging and working on my belt. Easing her struggle, I stand and yank the leather free. She plucks the button and pulls the zipper down. My cock falls forward, heavy with length and girth, finally free from being tucked up against my stomach.
“You have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, ever felt...ever sucked,” Chevelle admits, and my chest puffs a bit at the immense compliment.
Her small hands take my shaft, one working up and down, while with her other she lightly scores her nails along the tender flesh. Eventually, she stops at my full nuts. She caresses them and then grazes her nails in a motion that has my gut tightening.
“Fuck!” I gasp, ready to surrender my body to her. “You’re good at that.” My gaze meets hers, and I see power reflecting in her irises. She’s the type of woman to let me think that I have all of the control when in reality it’s hers.
“I haven’t even put your cock in my mouth yet.” She licks her lips, and I groan. I’m a cocky fool to have teased her earlier; now it’s her turn to return the sweet torment.
Pushing my length up, she holds it against my groin with one hand and continues her assault on my balls with her other. Leaning forward, she draws one in her mouth and then switches, sucking the other in as well, swirling her tongue as her nails continue to caress the opposite.
“Fuck a damn peach; you’re a goddess, babe.”
She lifts my heavy sac off to the side and her tongue trails just on the underside of them. The action has me searching for something to grab on to. The sensations are insane. No one—and I mean no one—out of the many women I’ve been with have licked me there. Holy shit!
She sits back and swirls her tongue around the tip of my head. “Beg me,” she orders.
I nearly choke at her command. “W-what?” I stumble like a fucking schoolboy.
She runs her finger under my nuts in the same spot she’d been licking and swirls her tongue around the head again. Shit feels so good, I may black out if she keeps it up.
“I said…” She nips at the tip of my cock, and I nearly come right there. “Beg. Me.”
“Put it in your mouth, please?”
“Hmm,” she hums with a tease and repeats the previous action again.
Precum coats the top of my dick in anticipation, and if she’s this good, I’ll say anything she wants to hear. I may just end up blowing my load all over her face if she keeps toying with me, and I’d rather it be inside her somewhere.
She swipes the head, lapping at the precum and scores her nails under my sac. It’s the breaking point for me. “Please baby, please, just put my cock in your mouth or pussy…somewhere. Let me sink into that tight, wet pussy again.”
Her mouth closes over me, and it’s like being touched by a sex god. The woman swirls her tongue over me repeatedly. One hand works the bottom of my shaft side to side, and her other hand continues to pull and caress my balls.
“Holy shit, Chevelle!” My labored breaths speed up. “If you don’t stop, I don’t think I can hold myself back from coming,” I admit, nearly purring from the sensations in my cock. She’s had my dick in her mouth all of two minutes, and I’m ready to explode.
She doesn’t even hesitate at my words, so I grab two handfuls of her hair and sink down as far as she’ll let me go. Each thrust has her gagging, her throat attempting to close around the head of my shaft. Tears trail over her cheeks, but I don’t break my rhythm. There’s no turning back now. The bitch wanted it, well, she’s getting it.
This is her fault, teasing me to the point of bursting; it makes a man nearly uncontrollable. I’m no different. If anything, I have even less control. My testosterone spirals through me, telling me to own every crevice of her flesh with my essence. She’s mine.
One last pump and I’m shooting off. With a mighty roar that echoes through the room, my come coats the back of her throat. My seed’s thick and warm as she swallows everything I offer. She takes control yet offers me submission all at the same time, and it has me nearly falling to my knees to worship at her feet.
Eventually, my throbbing resides, and I release the beautiful woman waiting patiently on her knees. She sits back, licking her lips like the cat that got the cream. She’s no doubt pleased with her performance. Hell, I am!
“Feeling better?” She hikes a brow.
I yank her to her feet and return her blistering kiss from earlier. There are no words to fully explain to her how I’m feeling at the moment. Overwhelmed would be one of them, sated, insatiable, hungry, yet full. There are so many conflicting thoughts running rampant in my mind to voice them properly.
“Mmm,” she sighs in my mouth as we part. My lips follow the path of her jaw and down over her throat. I nip and suck, not having enough of her taste. “I should do that more often.”
“I won’t mind, I promise.”
Her laugh’s husky with our passion. “I’ll keep that in mind. Now, should we see what we can find to eat?”
“I’m not done with you yet,” I promise and yank her shirt free.
“But you just...you can get it back up that quickly?”
My gaze flicks down, and she follows my stare. My cock hasn’t even budged. I may have just come, but you’d never be able to tell by looking at my length. I grab her around the ribs, under her tits and easily toss her onto the bed. Chevelle’s face flushes with surprise, and I hop in after her.