My Heart For Yours (Sinful Secrets 2)

“Look at this…” She spreads a line of precum down around the rim of my head, tracing around it while my knees threaten to buckle.

“Jesus Gwen…” I grab her wrist. Her other hand—the one that’s still wrapped partway around my cock—strokes down toward my throbbing balls. I suck a deep breath into my lungs, and the hand that’s holding my dick lets it go—so she can tug my boxer-briefs down my thighs. Even there, I’m sensitive. The fabric tickles, making my cock ache. I shut my eyes and focus on not coming. Even the slight movement of lifting my feet out of the briefs makes my balls tauten, has my dick stretched up toward my navel.

She strokes a finger over the sensitive notch on the underside of my head, and my clenching fist catches a strand of her hair.

“Ow.”

“Fuck.”

I start to let her go, but she says, “No—I like it.”

She leans down and licks me all aro

und the rim of my head. I have to flex my toes to keep from pushing my cock into her mouth.

She strokes my balls, and I groan loudly. “Pull…” But she won’t. She just fucking tickles them, and I hear myself panting.

“Gwen…” I run my hand over her shoulder, down toward her chest, where I cup one of her breasts and grope in the direction of her nipple. I rock myself against mouth.

“Please…”

I think about her pussy, slick and pink; I can feel the silky tightness… Fuck, I’d hold her hips and shove my cock so deep—

Her hands leave me. My eyes fly open. When I blink, I don’t see her, but I hear her saying, “Come here…”

My imagination conjures Gwen on the couch with her legs spread, fingers dragging through her dripping pussy. So when I see her standing by it, fully clothed and nowhere near my tortured cock, I frown and feel my pulse throb in my temples.

“Come here.” When I don’t move, she comes to me and takes my hand. I catch her give my dick an indulgent little smile.

She leads me to the couch, and when I’m ready to fall to my knees and beg for her hands again—her mouth; her cunt—she rests her fingers lightly on my head and whispers, “Look at me.”

And as I watch, she takes off all her clothes.

Her body is a temple—unmatched in its beauty. Her nipples are dark pink and sweetly pebbled. Her pale, full breasts were made to press around my cock: just big enough to make me think I’d need both hands to cup one. My starving gaze roves down her stomach—tiny at the waist; soft and curvy below. I see the scars I remember from the other night and my heart skips a beat, but then she’s whispering, “I want this.”

With a wink and a wavering smile, she turns around, giving me my first view of her ass—and holy fucking ass it is. She has the kind of ass that could command its own Instagram account. The kind of ass I could get lost in.

My cock thumps against my abs. And that’s before she lays face-down on the couch and draws her knees up, presenting that big, round ass to me with fingers peeking in between her thighs.

She strokes herself, and my whole body pulses.

“What—”

I step back, feeling faint.

Gwenna peeks over her shoulder. Her brown eyes are glazed with want. Her hair tumbles around her shoulders. She says my name, and I blink, realizing I’m stroking my own dick.

I swallow hard. “You want—”

Her legs spread slightly as she whispers, “Yes. I want you in me.”

Her fingers part her pussy, and my cock throbs so hard I feel it in my thighs.

“Fuck.” I step over to her, pressing hard against my dick so I don’t come right where I stand. Gwenna watches with her lip between her teeth.

“It’s been a long time for me,” she whispers, “and you’re big…so just go slow.”

She means, It’s been a long time and I’m tight. My throat constricts as I move up behind her on the couch and stare down at her ass cheeks and her pussy. I can’t help myself. I have to touch her.