“I’ve got to taste you,” he rasps, hot urgency in his voice.
I can’t take it any longer either. I need to feel his touch, to feel his hot skin against mine. I hear myself beg, “Luke, please . . .”
He doesn’t need telling twice.
He hooks a finger under the waistband of my panties and tugs them off, then pushes my legs apart and buries his face between them. I moan as his exploring tongue unerringly finds my most sensitive spot. His fingers spread my outer lips as his other hand continues to stroke his huge erection.
I watch him jerk himself off until I can’t help but throw my head back, giving into his expert tongue that’s flicking and teasing my throbbing nub. Every stroke on my clit sends a pulse of pleasure through me, an exquisite electric tremor.
I rest one hand on his head, my fingers running through his hair, as he unrelentingly devours me. My back is arched, pushing my desperate cunt harder into his face, my body urging him on.
My fingers scrabble and grasp at him—I’m no longer in control of my body. He is the master of me now. I move to the rhythm of his tongue, writhing in time with each delicious stroke.
My face is hot as I throw my head back and moan again. This feels out-of-this-world good, but I want to feel him inside me, to feel his hot cum spurt as he climaxes.
With a wrenching effort, my shaking hands push his head away.
He looks up at me. “Don’t tell me you didn’t like that, because I could feel you shivering and it wasn’t from the temperature.”
I laugh breathlessly. “Oh, I liked it alright. But it’s your turn, mister. I want to taste you too.”
Surprise flits across his gorgeous face—pleasant surprise. Then, still stroking himself, he gets up to his feet and shoots me a lascivious smirk. “Get on your knees.”
My knees feel weak and unsteady and my heart is pounding in my chest, but I come to kneel in front of him. Somehow, his thick, engorged shaft looks even bigger from up close.
Luke has the biggest cock that I’ve ever seen, and I can hardly believe I took his entire length inside me—twice. It must be nine or ten inches long, thick and hard and strong.
He looks on in amusement, obviously enjoying my wide-eyed admiration. “Changed your mind?”
I wrap the fingers of my right hand around the base of his shaft, silencing him. He’s so big that my thumb and index fingers barely touch. I take his throbbing, velvety tip into my mouth, and he groans in delight, his hands gently coming to rest on my head.
“Good girl,” he grunts. “I know you can take it.”
I start slowly, coming to terms with just how big he is. I can’t just stuff him into my mouth. I need to work my way up gradually. My hand strokes up and down his thick shaft as I lick and suck his tip. Feeling a little more confident, I dip my head and take more of him.
He groans in appreciation, watching my lips wrapped around his fat cock. I begin to bob my head up and down, my wet lips leaving a trail of saliva on his hot flesh. With my hand and my mouth in tandem, I work into a rhythm, taking more and more of him with every stroke.
His fingers are intertwined in my hair as he guides me, sometimes slowing me down, sometimes urging me to speed up, to swallow more of him. He’s being kind of bossy—normally not something I like, but coming from Luke . . .
Everything about him excites me, spurs me on, and I feel my slickness dripping down my thighs.
“Did I tell you to stop playing with yourself?” he asks through heavy breaths.
With my lips spread wide by the thickness of his manhood, I look up, meeting his hot, searing gaze.
“Fuck. You look so fucking sexy,” he groans. “Play with yourself. I don’t want to have to tell you again.”
I reach my hand down between my legs and play with my pulsing clitoris, keeping myself wet and slick and ready for him. My mouth is stuffed full and I can feel him right at the back of my throat.
He’s taking control but he’s gentle with me, letting me go at my own pace, never forcing me to take more of him than I can manage.
I raise my head, and his shaft, slick with my saliva, slips out from between my lips. I’m about to take him into my mouth once more when he stops me.
Before I can say anything, Luke stands up and in one swift movement lifts me up from the ground. Losing my balance, I wrap my arms and legs around his strong body. I can feel his hard muscles straining, rippling under his skin as he carries me, pressing me back against a wall.