Daring Time

"You really do want a spanking, don't you?" . She grinned. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

He swallowed thickly and nodded. Hope gathered some of the hair in her hand and wrapped her fingers around the girth of his penis, lifting the weight off his belly. When she moved her hand up and down, sliding his cock amongst a dense thicket of curls, he clenched his eyes shut tightly.

"Oh yeah."

Hope's smile widened. It did something to her to see Ry

an so transported by pleasure. It really did. She could easily become addicted to the experience. Her hand squeezed tighter and her pumping motions grew more rapid. She watched in fascination as his breathing came faster and a slight coat of perspiration began to gleam on his muscular, flat abdomen.

"That's right, honey. Don't stop. It feels so good."

She glanced down and saw the head of his penis poke out amidst the long strands of her dark hair. For a moment or two she merely watched the fat crown while she stroked him with her hair-lined fist and he moaned in pleasure. A globule of clear liquid gathered around the slit and began to stream down the head. She leaned down even further to watch its progress and saw it was about to flow into her hair.

Without thinking she swiped her tongue over the head of Ryan's cock, capturing the liquid.

He started. She stared up at him in alarm only to see his eyes pinned to her opened lips and partially exposed tongue. His essence melted on the tip of it and she caught his flavor. She closed her mouth and swallowed.

"Hope."

"Yes, Ryan?" she asked shakily.

But he didn't speak even though it looked like he knew precisely what he wanted to say.

"Remember . . . remember last night when you put your mouth on me?"she asked.

He merely nodded, his eyes glowing like embers between narrowed eyelids.

"Would you like me to do—"

"Yes."

She smiled before she slid the crown of his cock between her lips. His girth stretched her lips wide when they encircled the entire head. She tightened her mouth around him and began to slide the stalk of his penis between her fisted curls.

He moaned.

"That's it. Now move your mouth up and down a little bit, honey. Follow the rhythm of your hand."

Hope looked up and saw that Ryan had come up on his elbows and watched her with profound focus. She loved the weight of his penis on her tongue. She bobbed her head up and down on the first several inches of his cock. When she experimented with suction his expression turned rigid . .. even a little feral. He met her stare while she moved over him even faster both with her mouth and hand.

"Witch."

Her smile stretched around his cock. She felt him throb in her hand, sensed his mounting excitement. He clenched his eyes shut. Hope lost herself in the sensation of giving him pleasure.

"I'm going to come," he said eventually.

Hope's eyes went wide at his harsh proclamation. What did he want her to do?

His big body shuddered and he opened his eyelids into narrow slits. "Come off me unless you want to swallow, Hope."

Swallow? His seed? She wasn't sure if she wanted to do that or not, but she couldn't bring herself to move away from him. It was thrilling to be so intimately touching him as he reached his moment of crisis. His cock jerked in her hand. She kept the head fixed tightly in her mouth and continued to pump him with her fist.

His sharp shout of release segued into a deep, guttural groan. Hope whimpered in wonder as his warm semen began to shoot into her mouth. She struggled to swallow at first, but then his taste penetrated her awareness—musky and rich, the very essence of Ryan Daire.

She took him deeper into her mouth then, suckling him while he continued to grunt in pleasure and erupt in orgasm.

Finally his convulsions lessened and the former jets of semen waned to irregular spills on her tongue. It struck her as being a little sad—poignant—for some reason when she'd licked off the last seeping drop and he fell back against the pillows, breathing heavily.

She slid his sticky member out of her mouth. Although he was noticeably less hard, his cock still looked ruddy and full, she noticed.