Only One Chance (Only One 2)

“I think,” she says, taking her mouth off my cock and licking up my shaft. “I love your cock.” She twirls her tongue around the tip. “Fuck, it’s perfect,” she says. Her hand fists it, moving it up and down. “Long, thick …” She takes it in her mouth.

“I’m glad you approve,” I say, my hips moving front and back. It doesn’t take me long to feel the need to come. After going all night and all day thinking about her and making her come, I knew that I wouldn’t last long the first time. “I’m going to come.”

“Good,” she says, taking her mouth off my cock, and she surprises me by putting her mouth back on my cock.

Her hand moves up and down faster. “Gorgeous,” I say right before I shoot in her mouth. She swallows it all, never letting it go until the last drop. “Fuck.”

“Not yet,” she says, getting up. “But yes, please.”

I push the hair away from her face and kiss her lips. “Not tonight,” I tell her, and she glares at me.

“We just went to third base,” I tell her, and she throws her head back.

“Yeah, I want a home run.” She practically stomps her foot, making me laugh. I grab her and throw her over my shoulder, slapping her ass. “Miller.”

“I have to still make you come five times,” I remind her.

“One of those times can be you fucking my brains out,” she tells me as I walk through my house to my bedroom. I toss her on the bed, and she just looks at me. Her hair all over the place, her legs spread as I get on the bed with her. “Don’t bring that cock here unless you plan on using it.”

“Oh, I’m going to use it,” I tell her, and the smile fills her face. “I’m planning on using it right now.”

She slaps her hands together in glee. “Condom?” she says, looking at me, and I finally take the jersey off her. She sits in the middle of my bed now, her perfect round tits sitting in a lace bra being pushed up.

“Hmm,” I say, moving the cup down off a nipple and seeing it ready to be played with. “Hello.” Leaning down, I twirl my tongue around it. Her legs open, and I see that her panties are still pushed to the side, leaving her open. I move over to the other nipple, and my finger slips into her at the same time I bite down and suck it.

“Condom,” she says, almost panting. I smile now, slipping my finger out and rubbing her wetness on her nipple, then bending to clean it off. “Miller,” she huffs out.

I put my knees by her hips and rip her bra off her. “You know what else kept me up?” I ask, her mouth hanging open at the torn bra that I toss to the side. “These,” I say, grabbing her tits and rolling the nipples. “Your tits are perfect.”

“Good, they cost me a fortune,” she says, and it’s my turn now to look shocked. I feel her tits again. “A perfect size B,” she says. I push them together, and my cock is at full salute now.

“I want you to watch,” I tell her as my hips push forward, “while I fuck your tits and fuck you with my fingers.” She looks down as I slip my cock between her tits. “Hold your tits tight for me,” I tell her, and her hands come up and squeeze her tits together as I move up and down. My hand reaches behind me to slip into her. “I’m going to destroy you,” I tell her, my hips moving faster, and the little minx sticks out her tongue to lick the tip of my cock. “When I finally fuck you, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to feel me for a whole week.”

“Yes,” she says, moving her hips up to meet my fingers. “I’m going to come,” she says, and her head falls back as she comes again. Her juices run down my fingers as I slip them out of her. “I can’t move.”

I move away from her now and smirk at her. “Gorgeous,” I say, leaning down and slipping my tongue into her mouth. “We’ve only just started.” She looks at me, her eyes heavy, and I lie on the bed on my back. “Now,” I tell her. “Climb on me and ride my face.”Chapter 25Layla“I’m Layla Paterson, and I wish you a great weekend,” I say, leaning back in my chair. “And don’t forget to tune into the game tonight and then again on Sunday.”

“It is going to be a tough weekend,” Brian says. “Vegas is coming to town, and they are on a winning streak.”

“They are,” I agree, “but so is Dallas.”