Don't Lie (Don't 2)

He picked me up easily and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

The door squeaked as he pried it open and carried me inside. I don’t know why I thought we’d make it up the stairs. Blake didn’t walk past the couch.

He lowered me to the sofa as he started peeling the clothes from my body. His hands were everywhere, tugging and tearing.

I looked into his eyes when I was down to my bra and panties. Panties that were soaking wet.

“Fuck, Sierra.”

I moaned. I could barely breathe.

He dropped to his knees, separating my legs. His thumb pressed into my thigh, running toward my center. He slipped past the fabric and made a rough circle over my clit.

“Ohh,” I whimpered.

“So fucking wet.” He grinned.

I wanted to lie down. Or sit forward. Or stand up. I didn’t know what to do. My body was burning and aching for him in a way I didn’t know was possible.

His thumb continued to explore my wet folds and my hips danced for him. Grinding into the pressure. Creating friction wherever I could find it. And then he pushed inside me with a finger and I hissed with pleasure.

His eyes lit. “You know this is going to get dirty, baby. I’m not the boy you used to sleep with in high school.”

“Oh God,” I whimpered. “I don’t want you to be. What do you want me to do?” I could hear the breathiness of my voice. I sounded sexy and hot.

“Everything I say.”

I nodded enthusiastically.

He unbuttoned his shorts and I watched in amazement as they fell from the defined lines of his hip bones. He was a god. A rock hard god, with the biggest cock I’d ever had. I licked my lips, remembering how much I loved it. How much pleasure it had always brought me. How it had been the first cock I

’d ever tasted or had inside me. I had been a high school girl then. Blake was getting ready to know the woman I had become.

I leaned forward, my hands circling his shaft. Gliding over the smoothness of his skin. My eyes lit with desire when I saw vein on his cock throb with want. I traced a line with my index finger, following the path to the tip. I massaged the dewey drop of cum over the top, making him groan. He thrust his hips forward.

“You want me, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes. Please.” I looked into his eyes expectantly as he pressed his shaft to my parted wet lips.

I groaned feeling the silkiness over my lips.

“Do you know how many times I’ve come just by remembering how it felt to fuck your mouth?” he growled.

My lips parted slightly as my tongue darted out to taste him. My eyes closed in ecstasy. And then he thrust inside me. My mouth filled with the rigid fullness of his hard dick. I sucked and licked while he pumped in and out of my mouth. Each time going deeper until he hit the back of my throat.

I closed my eyes with the memories of this. I loved sucking him. I loved how he tasted. I loved his cock. I always had.

“Fuck, baby. No one gives head like you do.” He pumped harder and I whimpered with the intensity. Blake’s hands pressed into the back of my head, guiding me where he wanted my mouth.

My tongue moved wildly. My mouth begged for more and I could feel the way the rest of my body reacted to him. There was a flutter in my core sending sparks to my clit. My nipples hardened in tight peaks. The sensations were almost too much.

I sucked harder, desperate to give him undeniable pleasure. To taste his release. I whimpered, wanting the satisfaction to flood us both.

But just as I was getting lost in my mission he pulled out and his eyes were devilishly dark and mischievous.

“I almost came,” he breathed.

“Why don’t you?” I offered. I wanted him back. I loved how he felt. I loved how powerful and sexy he made me feel. How he adored my lips.