“Aye.” I kiss her hand. “Now, what did you want to tell me?”
She swallows and licks her lips. Wearing only a smile, she sinks to her knees. “I’ve been dying to suck you off since I laid eyes on you seven days ago.”
“Prove it.” I unzip my jeans and take my cock out. It’s hard, and the tip is drenched with precum.
I don’t think I can get harder, but alas, I’m wrong when Darcy’s hands close around my aching cock.
Fuuuck.
She gasps like she’s forgotten how big I am. I groan from how damn good this feels. I get hand jobs all the time. I’m a bit of a scoundrel, but I don’t make promises to any woman I touch. My family comes first.
With each stroke and every growl that escapes my chest, I make silent promises to Darcy. My standing here with my jeans around my ass, her stroking my length, is a promise that I’ll take care of her. Forever. Whatever way I can.
She’s mine. I’m hers. I can’t imagine feeling this kind of connection to another woman.
“That feels so fucking good, love.” I hold the side of her head. “Open your mouth.”
She teases me by biting her lower lip and stroking me slowly. Part of me just wants to come. But she wants me to enjoy this. Her grip is just the right tightness to keep me on the edge and not blow in her face.
Fuck, that makes my cock throb. I’m such a sick bastard. The things I want to do to this girl. How I want to corrupt her.
As I feel the room spin around me, I catch her eyes looking right at me. The way she smiles, holding my cock two inches from her face kills me. With our gazes locked, she opens that mouth and licks a wet dab that bubbled from the slit in the bulging head of my dick.
Christ almighty…
My brain goes into overdrive, thinking of every possible way to justify what we’re doing. How I want to keep Darcy for myself. Only, that’s not fair to her. She deserves better than me.
Pushing those feelings away, another side of me takes over, the selfish beast. I hold her head a little too rough and ease all the way into that mouth until I bump the back of her throat.
She moans with a mouthful of my hard shaft and lets my cock slide in even deeper. I hate that she’s so good at this. Her mouth is impossibly wet, and her tongue feels scorching with heat. The wicked man in me wants to hold her down and fuck her mouth. God, she’s so good for me. Maybe she’s goodbecauseit’s me.
It takes me a moment to realize she’s holding my hips. Her fingers grip my ass as she sucks me deeper into her mouth, then lets it slide all the way out.
Just how I like to fuck.
She remembered… Slowly, I unravel, feeling ruined and torn apart by a simple blow job from a simple, yet beautiful woman in the middle of nowhere in a foreign land.
She’s your niece.
Christ almighty, that brings me right to the edge. How fucking sick am I?
My balls tighten, and I have one second to make my decision. Blow down her throat or stop her. Get under control, so I can feel that wet cunt around my dick.
Darcy makes the decision for me and practically swallows me whole. My orgasm crashes into me like the gusting winds at night, trying to tear this fragile house apart.
I’m that breakable house now. And she’s the wrecking ball. I come in hot ropes, sliding down her throat. I feel the cum spouting from the tip of my cock. There’s so much, and the waves just don’t stop.
Every inch of my body lights up from this climax. It’s the best one of my life, I’m sure. Except maybe when I fucked her five years ago.
Apples and oranges.
I hold her head and empty completely down her throat, feeling my body fly in all different directions with such euphoria I might be addicted to it.
Addicted to her.
I slowly ease my cock out of her mouth. I drop to my knees, and my lips crash against hers. A whirlwind of energy rises back up in the room as we connect like this. Like we’re magic together. A force. The two of us. An explosion when two positive or negative charges unite.
My lips and tongue capture hers. I get deeper and more sensuous than I ever have been. This might be my favorite kiss ever.