I’ve never been crazy about giving blow jobs before, but it’s like I have dick fever now, especially when he calls me a good girl.
Nodding, I happily drop to my knees and pull him out. “Take off your shirt.” He quickly complies, and I smile when his thick, long length juts out almost to his belly button. I drag my nails down his chiseled stomach as I lap at the drop of precum dripping down his tip.
He grabs a fist full of my hair and holds my head back while he taps his cock on my tongue, and everything in my body tightens. I love the feral look in his eyes. I love that I do this to him. That I make him lose control.
“How deep can you take me, baby?”
I suck his crown and lift an eyebrow. “I’m not sure. Why don’t we find out?”
He watches me as I lick up and down his swollen length before I wrap my hand around his base and take him into my mouth. “Mm.”
When I pull him to the back of my throat, he hisses and drops his head back.
All of his muscles go taut as I take him as far as I can go. He’s so beautiful like this, with long, lean lines of muscle that flex and tighten. I can’t take my eyes off him. I swallow around him, and he lets out a deep groan.
When I come up for a breath, he looks down to watch me. I lick up and down his length, lick his fat tip, then take him down the back of my throat again.
He thumbs my lip. “Love watching you stretch around me.” I respond by tonguing the underside of his cock, and he sucks in a breath.
I’m about to reach for his balls when he pulls out. “Don’t wanna come this way.” He offers his hand and helps me to my feet. “The wall or the floor?” It sucks that my bed makes too much noise because a mattress would be nice.
“How about my beanbag?” It’s not that big, but it should fit him comfortably, and I plan to be on top tonight.
I push him back and he drops back, landing with a grunt. I crawl over him and sprawl across him, loving the heat of his body and how his sprinkle of chest hair rubs against my skin. The angle makes my boobs look huge, and I don’t miss the look of appreciation in his eyes as my breasts drag up and down as I grind against his dick.
We kiss as he grabs my ass and helps me move. The thickness of his cock feels so good, I shudder.
“Sit up,” he says. I move up enough for him to squeeze my boobs to his mouth so he can suck and bite them. Once he’s given both ample attention, he pushes me back. “Get on.”
“What about the condom?”
“Oh, shit. Thanks for reminding me.” He reaches into my bedside table, where we moved them, and pulls out a packet. After he rips it open with his teeth and rolls it over his thick length, he holds the base of his dick as I lean up and angle him toward me. I always forget how big he is, how insane the stretch is, and it takes a minute to squeeze him in. I gasp. “This is intense.”
I’ve never been on top with him before, and his endowment is significant.
“Take your time,” he says, his voice gravelly.
But I can’t slow down because everything is throbbing again. So I start to bounce. Each drag of his cock against me takes me one step closer to the ledge.
His eyes are riveted to my boobs as they bounce in his face, but then he tells me to lean back.
Reaching behind me, I brace myself on his thighs. When I look down, I realize Nick can see everything like this. His neck is taut, his eyes wild, his attention glued to where his dick stretches me wide open.
I lift my hips, up and down, and it’s his turn to grunt and groan.
But when he licks his thumb and circles my clit, I lose control. “Yes! Yes!”
With his other hand, he grabs my hip and quickens our pace, and a few thrusts later, I shatter around him. A second later, he follows with a curse, but I’m still pulsing. We cling to each other as we ride out the orgasm.
Finally, I collapse on his chest. We’re sweaty and spent, and I’m utterly content when his arms wrap around me. I’m half-asleep when he nudges me.
“Sorry. Gotta take care of the condom, baby.”
It hurts to move because my legs have been wrapped around his waist for the last half hour. I manage to crawl off him and curl up on the beanbag.
“Fuck.” He grunts.
Hmm. That wasn’t a sexy fuck. That was a pissed-off fuck.
