She regarded me for what seemed like a hundred heartbeats. “Anything?”
I snorted. I would give her the world if she’d let me. “Yes, anything.”
She cocked her slender finger at me, and I followed the invisible web onto the bed.
“Spread your legs,” I said. Not only did she spread her legs, but she draped one leg over my shoulders as I positioned myself at the juncture of her thighs. I grunted in approval at her boldness. “Wider, Charity, I want no interrupting while I feast.”
Her pussy was beautiful. Waxed smooth. Her nether lips were swollen and slick with moisture. As I blew on the swollen knob at the top of her sex, she let out a soft moan, showing just how sensitive it was. Charity rewarded me by lifting her hips. I raked my gaze lower to her pink opening, and like an addict, I dragged another dose of her scent into my lungs. Only then did I lower my mouth for the first potent taste.
Fucking hell.She tasted even better than she smelled. I lapped at her juices, taking my time.
“Hmmm...” Her fingers worked their way into my hair. “Ahh!” Her grip tightened as I sucked her clit into my mouth.
I didn’t let up when she began chanting my name over and over and not when her hips rolled upward, feeding me more of her heavenly cunt.
“Mason!” she shouted seconds before her body stiffened. “I’m coming.”
Her declaration was music to my ears. Gripping her ass, I brought my hand down to smack her pussy, and it had the desired effect on her throbbing clit. Charity screamed. Her hips bolted off the bed as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body.
Her legs clenched, but I held them open. Gently, I rolled my tongue along her drenched passage, drawing out her release.
As she quivered, I scraped my rough beard, drenched in her juices along her inner thighs, eliciting a moan from her throat. The next time she flooded my mouth, I vowed she’d do it sitting on my face with my tongue buried in her clenching walls.
After I drew the last remnants of an orgasm from her, I sat.
“Are you on birth control?” There are condoms in my suitcase. Though the Filth Den provides an unlimited supply, I always had some on hand.
“I am.” She propped herself onto her elbow. “But I haven’t had to purchase condoms lately.”
My pulse leaped beneath my skin at her admission to not having a lover. “I have some in the car,” I assured her. “Would you like me to get them?”
“No. Is it bad that I want nothing between us?”
My mouth dried at her admission because the devil knows I felt the same. “Come here, Charity,” I said, beckoning her onto my lap and into a Lotus position. She straddled me, balancing her weight on her knees. “Go ahead. You’re in control.”
She reached between us, wrapping one hand around my thick length.
Resting my forehead between the valley of her breasts, I inhaled a shaky breath at her first touch. “Take your time,” I instructed. She positioned herself, and my body responded to her touch. I knew that once she took me deep inside her, we would be intimately connected.
As soon as my crown touched her, she drenched my mushroomed head in her juices. I leaked pre-cum as she used my dick to tease her opening. It was sexy as hell as she stirred our combined juices, rocking her hips back and forth.
“Oh!” she cried out when I finally breached her entrance. Her eyes widened as her tight little pussy stretched to accommodate me.
I enveloped her nipple into my mouth as I gripped her ass, molding her to me as she lowered herself. “Fuck, you feel good.”
“You’re huge, Mason.” Charity’s hands found my nape, holding me to her breasts.
“You’re almost there.” Inch by inch, her liquid heat swallowed me and I reveled in our snug fit. But as much as I wanted her to set the pace, I couldn’t hold out much longer. Her lips found mine as we shared a passionate kiss. Still, I let her lead, taking and giving as much as she wished until her movements grew bolder. More confident.
“That’s it,” I praised. “Ride my dick, Charity.” I reached between her thighs, massaging her clit with my thumb.
“Mason!” Her second orgasm was swift, and she almost dragged me with her as her walls clenched and unclenched, milking more pre-cum from my dick.
I took labored breaths until her spasms subsided. I would have exploded too, but I held onto the image of my dick tunneling in and out of her pussy. With regret, I lifted her off me. “I need you on your knees.” I brushed her damp hair away from her face.
“I don’t think I can come again.”
“Is that a challenge?” I quirked a brow. “I assure you, you can and will.” The moment she was on her knees, head resting on a pillow, I positioned myself behind her. I’d pictured this exact image a million times. No, more. But reality was so much sweeter. I fisted my glistening dick, placing it at her soaked entrance and thrusted.
