Page 5 of Hot Man
With her legs bare, I waste no time in getting my hand between her thighs. She spreads them for me, widening her stance to give me better access. I smirk into her mouth as I let my touch drift higher, loving the way her whole body seems to quiver in anticipation.
I don’t make her wait for my fingers long. It’s obvious that she’s aching for it, and the last of my patience snapped as soon as I got the bedroom door closed behind us. I need to touch her. I need to make her fall apart again.
She’s dripping wet, her juices already on her upper thighs. When I finally get to her center, she whines wantonly into my mouth. The sound only grows higher in pitch when I swipe my fingers through her folds, dipping into her sensitive, tight opening.
“Dax,” she whimpers, her grip on me tightening as she grinds into my touch.
It’s almost too much for me. I need more of her, and it’s clear that she does, too. She’s not ready for my cock yet, no matter how badly I want to shove it into her and take what I want. I’ll have to get her ready for it. Luckily, I have an idea.
I shift my mouth to her neck, kissing and nipping, enjoying the way she gasps and groans in response. When she wraps her arms around my shoulders, I take advantage of her new grip. Moving both of my hands to the backs of her thighs, I pick her up as I’m sucking a bruise onto her collarbone and spin us toward the mattress.
Chloe weighs practically nothing, and it’s easy to maneuver with her in my arms. She grinds against me with each step I take, and I feel almost bad when I drop her onto the mattress, taking away the friction she was enjoying. She’s going to get something better than that in just a moment, though.
I stare at her, my mouth watering at the sight of her glistening pussy. I need to see all of her, but that shirt she’s wearing is in my way.
“Off,” I command, grabbing the hem of it and tugging it upward.
She’s quick to obey me, lifting herself up and letting me pull the garment over her head. Then, like she can read my mind, her hands fly to her back and she unclasps her bra, letting it fall to her lap. I grab it, tossing it to the side as I stare at this beautiful, untouched girl.
I’m going to make her mine. I’m going to ruin her for any other man. Fuck. I need to taste her right now.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her before kissing her again as I guide her onto her back again. “So pretty, Chloe.”
“Dax,” she says, leaning her head to the side to give me access to her neck.
I take advantage of the exposed skin, leaving a trail of hot kisses down the column of her throat. At the same time, I reach up to palm her breast. Her nipple is hard, and I can’t resist taking it between my fingertips and rolling the nub.
Chloe is unrestrained, the pitch of her voice changing when I cover her other breast with my mouth. I flick my tongue over the nipple, loving the way that she pushes against me. She seems to have lost control of her language, but she’s begging for more with her body.
While I’m enjoying the noises I’m getting from stimulating her chest, I’m dying to get a taste of her. I move my mouth off of her breast with a pop and start kissing my way down her stomach. I can feel her muscles jumping beneath my lips, and just to get a bigger reaction from her, I dip my tongue into her bellybutton.
Chloe giggles, but her hips jerk up. I smirk against her skin, loving the way that she obviously wants more from me. After giving her abdomen another lick, I move lower, move to where her treasure lies.
For a moment, all I can do is stare at her pretty pink pussy. From this angle, I can see how tight she is. My mouth waters, and I can’t help but getting in closer to breathe in her scent, puffing hot air against the most sensitive part of her.
“Please,” she says above me when I spend too long lingering in one place. Her entire body twitches with need, almost like she’s begging me to lean in and have a taste. “Dax. I– I need–”
“I know,” I say soothingly as I rub my hands up and down the tops of her thighs. “You’re just so pretty. I had to look.”
Then, before she can protest or say anything else, I dive in. She tastes just as sweet as I imagined she would. She reminds me of strawberries, summery and light. I can’t get enough of it, and I push myself even more firmly against her as I plunge my tongue inside to taste her straight from the source.
Above me, she writhes with pleasure. Seemingly without realizing it, she’s threaded her fingers through my short hair. A low, animalistic sound comes out of her mouth, and when I look up, her eyes are rolled up toward the ceiling.
That won’t do at all. I need her eyes on me. I need her to watch as I take her apart. She needs to know exactly who she belongs to and exactly what I look like when I’m drunk on her juices. So, I tap her outer thigh, pausing the movement of my tongue until I have her full, undivided attention.
Those shining green eyes meet mine, and my neglected cock twitches painfully in my jeans. Her gaze is completely clouded with lust. She’s gone, carried onto another level by pleasure, and it’s all because of me. Even better, I’m the only person who’s ever made her look or feel like this, and I intend on keeping it that way. This girl is mine.
With renewed vigor, I start eating her out again. Our eyes remain locked, white-hot electricity passing between our gazes. It does something to me, makes my insides twist deliciously. If I were a younger, more inexperienced man, I might cum in my pants just from what I’m doing here.
Hell, I still run that risk. My girl is making noises that rival those of dirty videos, and they’re all for me. Each gush of her juices over my tongue makes my cock ache for her. I need to get her body relaxed. Once I make her cum and get her opened up, she’ll be able to take my cock.
Her pleasure is what’s most important. I feel blessed to be where I am. I’m not going to do anything that might put me at risk of losing her.
As I shift my mouth up to her clit, I bring two fingers up to her quivering opening. Slowly, I work them inside of her, loving the way she cries my name. She sounds completely fucked out, gone on nothing more than my mouth. It only spurs me on further.
I pump my digits in and out of her in time with the flicks of my tongue. It has the desired effect, Chloe’s pussy gripping onto me as she approaches her climax. She’s practically screaming my name along with desperate pleas. She doesn’t even know what she’s asking for, and it drives me insane.
“Wait–” she starts, the word getting cut off by a whine. I only go faster. “I’m Dax– Dax, I’m about to–”
