There was nothing more I wanted in this moment than the man who was with me right now. Well, nothing more than living this life that had been thrown in my path.
I felt his mouth by the shell of my ear, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin. I rested my head back on his chest, could hear and feel the steady beat of his heart. He was calm and collected, as he always was, but that didn’t mean he was relaxed. Not when I felt his hard cock digging against the small of my back, showing me exactly what he wanted, how much he wanted me.
We said nothing as he moved his hand over my belly, down to the waistband of my jeans, and expertly flipped the button undone with his two fingers. Then he slid the zipper down and slipped his hand under my panties. My mouth parted and a silent sound of pleasure left me when I felt his palm cup my pussy, his finger teasing my hole.
My inner muscles clenched, and I didn’t stop myself from spreading my thighs a little wider, giving him better access. The deep rumble that left him was satisfied, pleased.
“You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?” He asked the question, but I could tell he already knew the answer. He ran the tip of his tongue over my earlobe. “So wet and greedy for my cock.” Dom gently bit on my ear, sending a shockwave of tingles throughout my entire body.
Yeah, I didn’t want him to stop, but right now, I wanted his cock in my mouth, wanted to feel it hit the back of my throat, wanted to swallow all of his cum.
Before he could stop me, give me his dominance, and fuck me right here on the table, I turned around in his arms, his hand being pulled from my pants. He held up those fingers glistening with my pussy cream and brought them to his mouth to suck them clean. He stared right in my eyes the entire time. And then he hummed in pleasure, as if I tasted so fucking good.
My knees nearly buckled. Now I was the one unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the zipper down. He lifted a dark eyebrow and smirked, just the corner of his mouth tilting up. But he didn’t stop me, didn’t say anything as an arrogant expression covered his face.
I pulled his jeans down to free his cock then looked down at the massive length. The tip was already dotted with pre-cum.
“Well, well.” I glanced up to him from under my lashes. “Look who’s ready for me.” I was the one to smirk now, and I saw his smile fade as this intense expression covered his face.
His chest started rising a little bit faster, a little bit harder when I gripped the base of his shaft and started stroking him from root to tip, my palm sliding over his length fluidly, easily. He felt like hot velvet over steel.
I smoothed my palm over the tip of his dick and watched the way his jaw clenched, the muscles under his cheeks flexing. He was wet for me, his pre-cum a constant presence now that I was touching him. I used that seed as lubrication as I brought my palm down his length, back and forth. And then I held my hand up and showed him my palm, clear fluid smeared along it. Now I was the one to run my tongue over my hand, licking away that salty proof of how worked up he was for me. And the groan he gave me was a victory in my corner.
I didn’t waste another second as I dropped to my knees and stared at his dick. He was so big, as thick as my wrist, so long I knew I wouldn’t be able to fit it fully in my mouth from experience. But I’d sure as hell try to get as much as I could, not just because I knew he loved that, but because I fucking enjoyed it as well.
With one hand, I cupped his balls, the heavy weight substantial in my palm. And then I opened my mouth as wide as I could go, feeling my jaw pop a little as I leaned in and engulfed the head first then slowly slid down his length. He had his hand in my hair, his fingers tangled in the strands almost painfully as he held my face to his crotch.
And then I started bobbing up and down, blowing him in the way I knew he liked, letting the crown of his dick hit the back of my throat until I gagged, until my eyes watered. He pulled my head back ever so slightly, his dick still in my mouth, my lips suctioned around the tip. I had my gaze trained right on his eyes. He lifted his other hand and smoothed away one of the tears that started falling out of the corner of my eye.