The Pool Boy

Chapter Nine

Mason

She gaspswhen she hits the bed, and fuck me, that sound is my new favorite sound in the entire goddamn world. She sprawls out across her big bed, and I just stand there at the foot of it, drinking in the sight of her.

Part of me can’t even believe this is fucking real. I almost can’t believe she’s real. I mean shit, Layla Hughes has been my ongoing fantasy for years. Dudes in high school talked about lusting after Rhianna, or one of the Kardashians, or Emily Ratajkowski. Me? All I had eyes for was Layla. Some guys shut themselves in their bedrooms and jerked off to internet porn. I jerked off to her.

I’ve had her a trillion times and a million different ways in my head. But the reality that I’ve just actually fucked her is almost too insane to be real. But here we are, naked in her bedroom, and you’d better goddamn believe I’m going to fuck this woman until it’s the only reality I know.

I crawl onto the bed, and my eyes keep drinking her in. She’s literally perfect—smooth skin, those perfect curves, the long legs, the ass I could fucking take a bite out of. The blonde hair and bright blue eyes, the full, pouty lips, the handful sized breasts with the pale pink nipples. And then of course, my prize—her utterly perfect, sweet, pink, glistening little pussy.

And it’s all fucking mine.

I slide between her legs, and my cock throbs between mine. I’ve dreamed of tasting her cunt since before it’d have been legal for me to do that. But nothing’s stopping me now. I kiss my way up her thighs, and soft little mewling sounds fall from her lips. I grip her legs and spread them wide, pushing them up until her knees are at her breasts. My kisses center, until I’m breathing across her quivering, glistening wet pussy.

I take one more second to drink her in with my hungry gaze, and then, she’s all mine. I move in, and when my tongue drags over her silky-soft lips, Layla cries out in pleasure. She moans and arches her back, pushing her hot little pussy against my tongue desperately. I growl and swipe my tongue over her, parting her lips and delving it deep to truly taste her. I groan, and my cock leaks precum across the bed as I lap up every drop of her sweet honey.

I move to her clit, my hands still pushing her legs wide and back. I wrap my lips around the aching little bud and suck gently while I bat my tongue across it. Layla shivers and bucks, panting and moaning as I draw the pleasure from her. I shove my tongue deep into her cunt, and she squeals for more. I snarl and push her legs up even further, opening her up entirely for me. My tongue dances over her clit and then teases back down to plunge into her sweet little pussy.

And then, I slide lower.

“Oh Jesus,” Layla gasps, writhing and squirming under me. “Oh fuck, Mason! What are you… oh shit!”

Her face is a mask of pure lust, her eyes rolled back and her mouth hanging open as she whimpers. I growl and swirl my tongue over her tight little asshole, teasing her little hole as she melts beneath me. My thumb rubs her clit while I tongue her forbidden place, and her whole body starts to shake.

“Mason!”

With a snarl, I slide back to her clit, suck it between my lips, and I tongue it mercilessly. My hands tighten on the backs of her thighs, leaving marks, but I don’t care. Layla screams and writhes in pleasure, clawing at the bedsheets as her whines of ecstasy grow louder and louder. I suck on her clit and push a finger deep into her, and when I curl it against her spot just inside, she starts to shatter.

“I’m coming! Oh fuck! Mason! I’m coming! I’m coming!”

I growl into her, and when she explodes for me, her pussy floods my tongue with her honey. I grunt and drink down every drop, tonguing her clit from one climax to another, until she’s gasping for air and curling into herself.

I pull away with a chuckle, kissing down her thighs and over the left cheek of her ass as she collapses into a ball. She’s laughing and half sobbing in pleasure, and she looks up at me with this wild look in her eyes.

“Okay what the fuck was that?”

I grin. “Who, me?”

“There’s no fucking way you should be that good at that,” she giggles, shaking her head. “No fucking way. That should be illegal.”

“Well then I’d just have to break the law,” I growl, biting her ass and making her squeal and giggle. “Cause there’s no way I’m gonna stop tasting that sweet little pussy now that I’ve gotten a taste.”

“No?” she purrs. “How about you just take a break then.”

I sigh. “Do I have to?”

Layla giggles, and suddenly pounces on me, I fall back across her bed, and she crawls up on top of me. She curls her fingers around my fat cock, and I groan as she strokes me. She’s on her knees between my legs, and she looks up at me coyly.

“No, but then I wouldn’t get a chance to do this, now would I?”

Her eyes stay locked right on me, and she lowers her mouth. Her lips slip over my swollen crown, and I groan in pleasure.

“Oh shit,” I hiss. My hand snakes down and into her hair, tangling in her locks. Layla whimpers and slurps loudly on my cock. Her soft little tongue teases across my underside, and my jaw goes slack.

Holy. Shit.

Her eyes lock on mine, and she gives me this sultry, smoldering look as she slips down to tongue my balls. She dances her tongue across them and then slowly licks up every inch of me before swallowing my crown back into her wet little mouth. It is without question, without competition, the greatest head in the history of getting head, and my mind is fucking blown.