Treat Me (One Night with Sole Regret 8)

taking what he wanted from a woman was the best way to get his rocks off, but he’d come to realize that the more pleasure he gave, the more he received. Funny how that worked. So while his body demanded he get to fucking, his head reminded him to take it slow, put her needs first, make her want him with the same desperation that he wanted her.

He tugged a strap that popped the overhead tension rod into place, and Amanda was lifted from the bed. She gasped in surprise at the sudden change in position but smiled at him with trust in her amazing hazel eyes as she swayed gently in the swing. She was basically sitting in midair, her legs held wide open by the contraption’s straps. He hoisted her body another foot higher and then knelt between her legs, leaning forward to thrust into her pussy with his eager-to-please tongue.

While teasing her clit with rapids licks, he explored her body with both hands. The swing allowed him to simultaneously massage her breast and grab her ass. When her sighs of pleasure intensified to moans begging for release, Jacob yanked a strap that tilted her into a more upright position and then grabbed her hips to pull her down onto his lap. He sank into her molten pussy, his biceps straining as he stretched the spring suspension at the ceiling to its maximum tension. He shifted his hips forward, finding the perfect tilt to increase the depth of his penetration. God, she felt good.

“Jacob,” she groaned as he ground into her, pushing deeper still.

“I want to be so deep inside you that you forget how to breathe.”

Her eyelids fluttered as she forced them open to look at him. “You’re there.”

He loosened his hold and the swing recoiled, yanking her body away from his until only his tip remained inside of her.

“Oh!” she cried out and looked down between her thighs as if unable to comprehend what had happened.

He used his arms to pull her toward him again, burying himself deeper, deeper, and when her bottom rested firmly against his balls, he released the swing again. This time when she shot away from him, his cock feel free of her body, so he shifted forward on his knees slightly and adjusted the swing, lowering it an inch.

“What are up to?” she asked, a crooked grin on her face.

“Do you like how quick withdraw feels?”

She nodded eagerly.

“Then give me a second to get our positions exactly right so I don’t break my dick.”

She chuckled. “I definitely wouldn’t want that to happen.”

He did another trial run—pulling her down onto him, claiming her so deeply that her breath caught in her throat, and then releasing the tension in the swing to pull out quickly. Tightening his arms, he stopped her recoil a scant inch before his cock fell free of her body.

“You sure you can handle this?” he asked with a teasing grin.

Her soft laugh made his heart thud. “Do your worst, Silverton.”

“My best,” he corrected.

He could fuck a woman fast or he could fuck her deep, but with the swing he could do both simultaneously. He claimed her with a perfect cadence of pull and thrust, release and withdrawal. As he perfected the motion, he increased his tempo. Her breasts bounced with each hard, deep, fast penetration. His mouth watered—he wanted those rosy tips between his lips, against his tongue. But if he shifted to suck her hardened nipples, he’d lose their momentum.

Amanda’s moans had become frantic cries. Her back arched, forcing him to compensate for her shift in position. He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting his sudden need to come.

Oh God, her pussy was clenching over him so hard, adding a squeezing sensation to the already blissful hot, rapid strokes. If he didn’t pull out soon he was going to lose control, but he didn’t want to deny her the orgasm that was ripping through her body with the force of a hurricane.

“Jacob, Jacob!” she screamed.

Her cum dripped off his balls as her entire body went rigid. He wanted to follow her over the edge, but he wanted more than guaranteed bliss; he wanted their time together to last. He pulled out with a groan of torment and shifted to sit on his heels. He grabbed the harness at her back and pulled her pussy to his mouth. He drew in a deep breath and rammed his tongue inside her as far as he could before tightening the suction around her still-clenching hole and sucking her slick flesh.

Slick, hell. She was fucking gushing.

Amanda cried out, her body shuddering violently at the change in sensation.

Jacob’s balls tightened, and he fought to keep his load from spurting, but he couldn’t stop the pleasure from pulsing through his length. He grabbed his cock, pressing his fingers hard against the thickened ridge along its underside, holding his cum back, refusing to let this be over.

Suddenly unable to find enough air, Jacob released Amanda’s pussy and rested his forehead against her mound, his breath coming in rapid, jagged gasps.

“Oh my God, Jacob,” Amanda said, her body falling limp in the swing. “I’ve never come like that before.”

He grinned, his breathing still harsh and irregular, the cock in his hand still as hard as granite and soon to be ready for round two.

“Was it as intimate as you’d hoped?” he asked.

“Intimate? I came so hard I think I blacked out.”

He kissed the softness between her thighs before lifting his head and looking up into her eyes. “I’ll do better next time.”

“Next time?” She released a weary chuckle. “If you came even half as hard as I did, you won’t be able to get it up for a week.”

“I didn’t come at all.”

She lifted her head to stare at him incredulously. “You didn’t?”

He shook his head.

“Mmm.”

His cock twitched. What was it about that throaty sound that always drew a response from his nether regions?

“Stand up and turn me around,” she said.

“How?”

“I want to suck your cock.”

He didn’t mind taking orders when they benefited him. He stood on the bed and rotated her so that her head was toward him. Her long hair trailed down behind her and brushed his legs as she swayed gently on her back within the swing. Smiling at him, she stripped the condom from his length and tossed it aside. At first, her touches, kisses, and delicate licks were reserved, but apparently something about his soft groans of encouragement made her bolder. He gasped when she drew him into her mouth and took as much of his length as she could into her throat. Her throat constricted as she sucked at him, her glorious hair tickling his thighs rhythmically as she used the sway of the swing to pull him in and out of her mouth. He stroked her breasts and plucked at her nipples as she sucked. The feel of her mouth tugging at his bare skin soon had him again teetering on the edge of release.

She must have tasted his impending orgasm because she suddenly pulled away. “Don’t come yet,” she said. “I want to try something.”

The green flecks in her hazel eyes caught the light. He couldn’t resist leaning forward to kiss her in her upside-down position.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked.