Only One Mistake (Only One 6)

He pulls away from my lips to continue kissing my neck. “All night, I wondered how you might taste,” he says, his hands going to my hips, and I push out my back, hoping he takes the hint that I want his hands to grab my tits.

My hands go to his hips as I peel the shirt up a bit. “All night, I kept wondering what you looked like,” I say, my head falling back as my fingers make their way slowly up his chest under his shirt.

“Well,” he says, using one hand to reach behind him and pulling his shirt over his head in one smooth movement. “I don’t want to keep you guessing.” He smirks, and I push him away from me for a second, and he just looks at me.

“I need the light for this,” I say, pushing him down the short hallway that feels like it’s never ending. He laughs as he steps back to the small kitchen attached to the living room right off the bedroom.

“Is this good enough?” he says, dropping his shirt on the floor by his feet. His chest is huge, and his abs are chiseled and on point. He even has the side abs you hear about and see in pictures but have never actually experienced in real life.

“Holy shit!” I exclaim when my hand comes up and touches said two parts of his body. “These actually exist,” I say in shock, and I drop to my knees in front of him, and if I was thinking like my regular self, I would never even imagine being so bold. But this is one night, and I’m going to make it fucking count. My hands come out as my finger traces them. “Like for real,” I say, and he laughs, looking down at me.

“Also, while I’m down here.” I look up at him, and I can see he is clenching his teeth. My hands go to his legs as I rub up his jeans. “I was also wondering what you looked like,” I say, my hand moving up his jean-covered cock, and then my eyes go big as I realize how big he is. “Oh, my,” I gasp as I slip his button out of its hole. “If you want me to stop,” I say, giving him a second to change his mind as my thumb and forefinger draw down the zipper. “Now would be a good time.” I open the flaps of his jeans and come face-to-face with his white Calvin Klein boxers and his cock trying to escape. “Last chance,” I warn him before pulling down the top of his boxers and coming face-to-face with…

“This is the most beautiful penis I’ve seen in my whole life,” I say the words out loud instead of in my head, pushing his pants down over his hips and thanking all the gods in the world for giving him to me. “Okay, fine, I’ve only seen one other penis, but this one is so much better.” Only when I hear him laughing do I realize I’m actually saying these words out loud. “I’ll shut up,” I say, leaning forward and taking his cock in my mouth. I close my eyes as I twirl my tongue around the tip. I push his pants all the way down to his knees to get his cock out so I can hold it in my hand. My fingers don’t even close around the shaft as I try to take as much of him in me as I can.

“Fuck,” I hear him hiss out, and my eyes open to look up at him, his eyes looking straight into mine. One of his hands grips the countertop, and the other goes into my hair. “Jillian,” he says my name, and his hips move to keep up with the way my mouth is sucking him off. My hand is moving up and down, getting wet from my mouth, letting his cock go as I lick down the whole shaft. “I’m not going to last long,” he groans out as I suck one of his balls into my mouth and then do the same with the other, then lick back up to the head of his cock. I take his cock in my mouth and move up and down. “So fucking good,” he says, and I look up at him as he fucks my mouth. “I’m going to come,” he warns and tries to pull away from me, but there is no fucking way I’m not going to swallow everything he has to give me.

“Come in my mouth.” I let go of his cock long enough to tell him as I pick up speed, and I feel his hand grip my hair. The fact that I’ve made him lose control turns me on so much. I’ve never wanted a man so much in my life.