Page 127 of Selfie
“Can you? Open your mouth.” I unbuckle my belt. There’s a loudwhipwhen I pull it free in one sweep, letting it drop by Spencer’s knee. “You do the rest.”
Her eager hands are fumbling with my pants button. I flinch when she unzips me, worried she’s going to nick me in her haste. She manages to get my cock free, rock hard, with a single drop of precum dressing my tip. “Deep breath, baby.” I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, drawing her closer.
After a few fortifying breaths, then one long pull of air, she opens her mouth wide. I dive into her throat with zero restraint.Fuck, that’s euphoric.It’s wet and warm, just like her pussy, and my head is spinning seeing her pretty face right there on my dick. There’s not a part of this woman’s body that doesn’t feel like utopic bliss. As much as I want to rest here, I pop out of her mouth as quickly as I plunged in.
She sputters and gasps, drool coating her lips. Panting, she demands, “Again.”
“Slow down. Breathe.”
She swallows another mouthful of air, then attacks me with her lips. She’s done this for me before, but tentatively. Her tongue danced delicately around my shaft, like she was afraid of offending my cock. Today she’s latched on and hell-bent on sucking me dry.
“Slow,slow,slow,” I beg. She’s fucking me with her mouth like an expert and I’m losing control of the situation. She swirls around the tip, shamelessly pressing her tongue against my hole. I take calming breaths, trying to prevent my balls from tensing too tightly, but when her gaze flashes upward, landing on me, it’s too much. It’s the most arousing sight—her big beautiful eyes tear-streaked from strain, mouth full of my throbbing cock. But it’s when she moans, mouth stuffed, sending vibrations up my shaft, I have to throw my hips backward. I slide out from between her lips with a soft pop.
“What?” She wipes under her eyes and sniffles. “You were close, I could feel it.”
“You didn’t come.”
“I thought that was my punishment. Or is your memory impaired at the moment?” she snarks.
I brush the hair away from her damp forehead, and tuck it behind her decorated ear, the pink diamond studs still in place. “You know that sassy mouth drives me crazy, don’t you?”
She nods with a warm smile.
“You’re always one step ahead, something up your sleeve.”
Her smile shrinks a touch. “Am I too much?”
“Maybe for a weaker man. You’re perfect for me.” I fist the tip of my pulsing cock. “Climb on, baby. They were empty threats. I want to feel you come.”
She tugs up her skirt with urgency, drops her thong, and straddles my legs. I brace her by the small of her back, planting her down onto my cock. We both moan in agonizing relief. Filling her is so much pleasure, but at the same time, not enough. Gripping her ass, I try to guide her movements, but her range of motion is limited because she’s trying to hold her weight on her knees.
“Spencer,” I rasp into her ear.
“Mmm, yes, so good,” she mewls, but it’s disingenuous. I know this because when she’s lost in pleasure, her face locks in shock, eyes wide, jaw slackened, like she’s surprised sex is so enjoyable. Instead, right now, her brows are furrowed in determination.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she insists.
“You don’t like this position,” I state firmly, not giving her room to argue.
She rests her forehead on my shoulder. “I feel awkward.”
“Because you’re not relaxed.”
She shrugs. “I’m smothering you like this. It’s hard not to notice. Do I feel too heavy?—”
“Stop.” I shush her. “Get out of your head. You don’t feel like anything but so fucking good. Try this.” I unbend her legs, one at a time, so she’s resting on her heels instead of her knees. I hold out my hands as handles. “Hold tight.”
She lifts up and slams down on me, feeling the full impact of my cock. No words, just groans of pleasure as she slides up and down my pole like a seasoned performer.There’s the look I was waiting for. Her eyelids are heavy, lost in the ecstasy.
“How’s that, baby?”
She answers by picking up the pace, using me for her pleasure. Her low groans evolve into loud shrieks. I thrust my hips, slamming into her hard. Spencer belts out an alarming cry and I have to place one of her hands on my shoulder so I can cover her mouth.
She shakes off my hand. “Sorry, sorry,” she says quietly between gasps, still riding ferociously.
“No apologies,” I remind her. “You ready to come?”
