“All of the above.” I closed my eyes. “Just get those lips around my cock.”
She bent forward and obeyed, kissing my tip. I damn near exploded. Then she tongued my tiny slit, swirling her tongue around the head. God, I was sensitive. I clenched my teeth, forcing myself to stay in check. This had to last if I was going to get her out of my system.
She slid her tongue down the underside of my cock to the base and up again. Then she swirled around the head again and clamped her lips over it, taking me to the back of her throat. She held it there for a few seconds, and I had to force myself not to release down her throat.
“Damn.”
She continued sucking me, making me crazy, until I couldn’t hold off any longer. I grabbed on to her head, forcing her down upon my cock and then up and back down, up and back down. I ached to come down her throat, to watch my semen wet her mouth, watch her lick my saltiness from her lips.
No way. I was coming in that hot little pussy of hers.
I had planned to take her from behind, doggy-style. That way I wouldn’t have to look at her face, but suddenly I wanted more than anything to see those eyes when I came inside her and as she shattered again around my hardness. I grabbed her hair and forced her off of my cock, and laying her down on her back, I spread her legs. Her red pussy lay beckoning, already swollen from her first orgasm. How easy it would be slide right in, find my solace within her sweet body.
But I wasn’t looking for solace. Solace didn’t exist for me. What I needed now was release, pure and simple—an end to my aching need.
So instead of sliding into her, I thrust into her harshly, taking her. Taking what she was giving me, what she had told me to take.
And my God, she fit me like a fucking glove. The suction around me, every little ridge inside her cunt, the edge of her cervix—all of it had been created as a perfect mold to my cock. She was milking me, and I hadn’t even pulled out and thrust in again yet.
I was so on edge. I could spill at any moment. How would this help my need if I couldn’t make it last?
“Please, Talon. Please fuck me. I need it. Now.”
Her words were my undoing. I pulled out and thrust back into her, finding in her body the release I needed. Only one more thrust and—
The convulsions started at the base of my cock and in my balls, traveling at light speed through my arousal as I filled her with my come.
What was I, a fucking teenager? Two thrusts and I’m coming? A thirty-five-year-old guy who couldn’t hold his spunk?
She didn’t get to come again.
What a fucking failure I was.
I pulled out, my cock already going limp. And I had forgotten to look into her eyes. That filled me with the most sadness of all.
She gently cleared her throat. “Are you…done?”
Embarrassment flooded through me. But what the hell did I care what she thought? This was just a fuck, after all. If it hadn’t been to her liking, oh well. She had come at least once. It wasn’t a complete loss.
“I’m…” was all that came out. I rolled over so I was lying on my back, next to her.
“You’re what? Sorry? Why? It was wonderful.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“Who’s lying? No one’s ever gone down on me like that before. And my nipples are still quivering from the treatment you gave them.” She leaned up on one arm and pressed her lips across mine.
Tenderness. She was giving me tenderness. And I didn’t deserve tenderness.
I didn’t want tenderness.
I’d done what I wanted to do. I’d fucked her. Yeah, I’d wanted it to last longer, but it hadn’t.
It was over.
It wouldn’t happen again.
Chapter Nine