My deep breathing only makes the pain in my ribs worse, but I refrain from grimacing. I’ll get the fuck over it.
Her eyes flash up at me, those pupils blown out... I want to lay claim to everything about her. To get her as wet as I can, to dominate her so perfectly that my glowers haunt this woman in her sleep.
I shudder when she takes me in as far as she can, her hands gripping my thighs for stability. I steady myself by placing a hand on the wall, trying not to groan too loudly as my other fists her hair. “Fucking hell, baby...” I whisper.
She sucks harder, my hand tangling in her soft chestnut hair. It’s incredibly fucking hot to see her work this hard, her warm, soft tongue sliding on my cock in just the right way, one of her hands wrapping at the base.
Her ravenous gaze floods my muscles like a sedative, and I brace my thighs as my knees go weak. “You’re so beautiful when you look at me from down there.”
Her moan vibrates through my erection, a pure pleasure draining me. She’s actually fucking moaning with my dick in her mouth. I fist more of her hair, Julie breathing heavily through her nose as she finds a perfect rhythm.
I hold her head still as I gently undulate, fucking her mouth. “So fucking hungry for my cock…”
I want to milk the shit out of this, to make her moan again, but the fucking needy look of hers spurs me to move quicker. The more we spend on me, the less time I’ll have to return the favor.
And I’ve been thinking about her pussy too much not to taste it here.
“I’m gonna come, beautiful, and you’re gonna swallow every drop,” I slowly say, my voice dark with desire.
She loosens her jaw as she holds her breath, her eyes nearly rolling.
I growl out, “That’s a good fucking girl, Jules.” I let everything spill out as I hold her gaze, intensifying the moment of depravity when she swallows without hesitation.
There’s something about a woman shamelessly being turned on while pleasuring a man that just makes us feel like fucking kings.
In the clarity afterward, as my cum spills into her mouth and down her throat, I know this all goes way deeper than whatever sexual tension we have. She is down and dirty, fucking gorgeous, smart, funny, passionate...
I’m making this woman mine, one way or another, like I’m a fucking primate that has to beat his chest in a display of whom she belongs to. I’ll beat the shit out of others, too.
It’s almost a shame she won’t be walking out of here with me dripping out of her pussy.
I pull back, a lusty haze clouding her eyes as she stands. My dick is wet, and I find it erotic as shit that she drooled all over it. I tuck myself back into my boxers, but I don’t bother buttoning up as I fist more of her hair and kiss her hard, my tongue pressing through her lips, tasting the claim I have on Julie.
She moans desperately into my mouth.
I lean into her ear. “I like the way I taste on your tongue,” I say, kissing her jaw. She’s a mess of breathy exhales, gripping my shirt, and I add, “Unbutton your pants. Take them off, along with whatever you got on underneath.”
She doesn’t answer and seems lost in the possibility of it all. I run my hand over her curves, pulling her closer and kissing the skin just below her ear. I don’t even remember the last time I was so handsy with a woman after I came. “Take it off.”
“Okay,” she says with a grin. “I’ve never done this before, though. Like, in abathroomat someone else’s house.” Her excitement leaks out of her, like she finds it a turn-on.
Well, my ego’s just fucking grown a whole new head. I stare at her like I own this part of her memory, and I give her space, watching her take off her pants.
“Oh, watching me?” she quietly asks with a smile.
“I’ll watch more later, but yeah, right now, I definitely want to see this,” I say, rubbing my bottom lip with my thumb, taking in how this woman strips for me in here.
I know I just had my dick sucked, but fuck, watching those pants come off to reveal smooth, slender legs gets blood pooling southward again, my eyes locked on her black thong.
She hooks a thumb in her underwear, going too fucking slow to pull it down as she grins at me.
“Mm, you’re playing me now, Stevens,” I warn, walking over to her.
I kiss the grin off of her, using one hand to grab a breast and the other to slide down her stomach, right underneath the lace panties. I don’t even give a fuck how they look. Touching everything, all I feel is a warm, soft, smooth wetness.
I groan deeply into her mouth. Gently rubbing her clit, I look her in the eye. “Take off the underwear. Now.”
She’s quick to comply when I remove my hand, my eyes glued to that feminine core of hers.
