She tracks the movement, and a small smile tugs at her lips.
“Is that for me?” she asks breathlessly. Her face is perfectly flushed, and her hair is sticking to her forehead. She’s the most gorgeous mess I’ve ever seen.
“Do you want it?”
“Yes.”
“Beg. Get on your knees and beg for my cock.”
She slides the vibrator out of her soaked cunt and sits up, giving me an even better view of her gorgeous, lush figure. Her legs swing over the side of the bed, and she drops to her knees. Then her palms meet the floor, and she fucking crawls.
Stopping at my feet, she sits back, ass to ankles, her hands placed demurely on her lap.
“Take it out,” I say.
Her hands aren’t dainty. They’re the hands of an expert musician, calloused and worn, but just as beautiful. Her nails are kept short, painted a glittery pink, and the color is always changing. Ruby brings those skilled hands to my jeans, tugging them down my legs. One of her hands reaches inside my boxers to grip my erection, the other pulling the elastic down my thighs.
Her fist barely makes it around my shaft, and the look in her eyes is pure heat. “Fuck, you’re big.”
“It’ll fit.”
She quirks a brow. “Where?”
I grip her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “I want your pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock. Open.”
She does, and the view nearly has me dropping tomyknees instead.
“Have your way with me, baby. This cock belongs to you now. Might as well tattoo your name on it.”
Her pupils dilate the barest amount.
“You like the sound of that? You want to stake your claim on me?”
She doesn’t respond, her hungry eyes locked on mine as her tongue flicks out to lick the pre-cum beading at the tip. As if it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted, she closes her mouth and moans.
She parts her lips enough for me to slide between them, her eyes watering when I hit the back of her throat. My hands fist at my sides, resisting the urge to touch her. I want to grip her hair, to fuck her mouth, but I don’t want to take things too far if she’s not ready, so I let her set the pace.
“That’s it. You’re taking me so well.”
Her hand works in tandem with her mouth, gripping the part of my shaft that doesn’t fit. She pulls back, gasping, a line of spit trailing from my cock to her mouth. Fuck, I love seeing her like this. Never in a million years could my fantasies compare to the real thing. I’m absolutely fucking ruined for this woman, and she has no idea.
She grabs one of my hands and places it on the back of her head. “Do it. Fuck my face.”
In all the years I’ve been abstinent, I didn’t realize how much I missed being touched like this—or maybe it’s because it’s Ruby doing the touching. “Such a cock hungry little slut.”
She smiles wickedly, sucking my balls into her mouth as she jerks my cock.
It’s a goddamn struggle to stay upright with my dream woman on her knees, begging me to take control. I cave and give her everything she wants.
“Tap my thigh if it’s too much.” I grip her blonde hair in my fist and take over, driving my cock to the back of her throat over and over.
She’s perfect, taking everything I give her, sucking and swirling her tongue as I move.
“Touch yourself,” I grunt, harsh and demanding.
She slips a hand between her thick thighs, and her eyes fall closed. I could come from the sight alone. I slow down, prolonging this experience. I don’t know if I’ll ever get this opportunity again, and I want to savor it.
I wish I were the one touching her, teasing her, tasting her, fucking her, but I don’t think she’s ready for everything that. Once I have her, I’m never letting go.
