Eyes gleaming fiercely blue, he offered his thick hard-on to her like a prize. Her prize.
She took that first exploratory lick from the root to the head, relearning his textures and tastes. At the top she sank down again, using only her tongue and lips. One hand still held Justin’s. The other caressed his sac with slow, featherlight touches that earned her his repeated hisses of breath.
She spent a good long time working him with her mouth, not taking him inside until he canted his hips in a silent plea that made her grin and take pity on him. Then she sucked him deep and didn’t show him any mercy at all.
“Enough,” he grated, drawing her back when he was one throb away from a spectacular finish in her throat. His erection bobbed against his stomach, so swollen from her attention that the reddened tracks from her teeth stood out like welts. “Where do you want me?”
She flicked her tongue over her plump lower lip, and he groaned. “You mean ass or pussy?”
“No. I meant chair, couch, or bed.” He grinned and dragged her up to his mouth by her hair, pulling just enough that she let out a startled yelp. Rather than move back, he stilled and watched her eyes while she gave him a sly smile.
If he expected her to balk when he got a little rough, he was in for a rude awakening. “Oh. Then all three.”
“What about the first question?”
She rose and stripped, getting naked so quickly that he chuckled. “We’ll discuss that later. Right now we have business to attend to. Starting with you getting those jeans off.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He shoved the denim down to his ankles and patted his toned thighs. “Hop on. Unless you need me to prime the pump first…”
Laughing, she brought his hand between her legs. “Think we’re good.”
She was so wet just from giving him a blowjob that he let out a low whistle. “Hot damn, you’re incredible.”
“Let me earn my title now.”
Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she straddled him, sheathing him in maddeningly small increments. As each inch of his cock disappeared inside her pussy, she rocked, making sure they both felt every slide of flesh on flesh. He groaned and steadied her with his palms on her hips, letting her control her descent.
And then when she started to ride, he tilted his hips up and cupped her breasts, his appreciation of her body as clear in his eyes as his lust.
And God, his love.
She kept the pace easy at first. After so long, she didn’t want to rush them to the end. Even if she hoped there would be many, many times after this, she exalted in each of his strokes. Though he didn’t force her to take him faster than she preferred, he definitely took an assertive role, pumping into her in counterpoint to her glides down his length. She angled until she found just the right spot to brush her clit, and the electric jolt that shot through her tore a desperate moan from her throat.
“That’s it, baby. So fucking slick.” His erotic words blew hot over her lips. “Melt all over me.”
He stretched her, filling her so completely that she soon couldn’t summon the strength to power up and down his cock on her own. She felt the scrape of all the ridges and veins on his erection, and the wet fric
tion of their bodies slapping together in frenetic time. He grabbed her hips, his fingers spanning her ass. Taunting her. He knew what she wanted, and he was teasing her, lengthening his strokes, swiveling so that she gasped and arched and bounced that much harder.
Without warning he caught one of her nipples between his teeth and flicked his tongue ring against the taut bud. Her clit pulsed so wildly from that one action that she knew the vibration rippled along his dick. He did it again with even more suction, and she bowed back, her legs opening wider for him. He could’ve done anything to her just then, and she would’ve taken it with a smile.
What he did was spank her.
At first she wondered if she’d imagined the single crack against her ass. The slice of carnal pleasure thundered through her, eliciting more ripples in her core. She braced for another smack, craving it with a ferocity that made her shake, but he only fucked her into damn near oblivion while he taught her nipples why a man with a tongue ring was a very good thing to have around the house indeed.
Somehow one of his fifteen hands found her clit and pinched at the same time his other hand smacked the same stinging ass cheek. She moaned so loudly that she jerked still.
“Fuck me,” he said in a low growl, and she complied because she didn’t remember how to do anything else.
More slaps rang out. Heat swarmed through her bottom and up her back, suffusing her with warmth. Filling her with endless, aching need. She lost track of how many times his palm connected with her flesh. All she knew was that she’d become a boneless mass of sensation. Owned by the intent flare of arousal in his eyes that prodded her on while she rode him for all she was worth.
Her orgasm pierced her deep and split her apart. She didn’t come so much as give way, swamping him in the hot rush of her pleasure. “God. Justin. Justin.” She chanted his name, and he gave her back her own, whispered against her skin.
He drew more of her breast in his mouth, tongue working in tandem with his pumping hips. He drove up into her and held her still, trapping her in place so that his climax reverberated through them both.
Helpless moans left her as he found his release inside her, renewing the aftershocks still echoing through her body. She wrapped her arms around him and hung on, burying her face in his soft hair.
All she wanted was to stay right there forever.