A sly smile curled her lips. Shouldn’t take much to nudge him into oblivion.
She shifted her attention from his face to the erect cock jutting up at her. Her mouth watered at the knowledge she was going to drive him insane just by tasting him. The head was nearly purple, and he was so hard, it had to be uncomfortable. This whole scene excited something deep and primal in her. She’d been out of control of her entire life, including encounters with men. Now, as she rested on her knees in front of a heavily muscled man, she’d never felt more powerful. He had no choice but to wait for her to deliver the pleasure. To sit at the edge of the bed with an aching cock. To beg her, if it came to that. Mickie licked her lips. She wouldn’t make him beg. She wanted him with too powerful a force.
“Fuck, you look hungry for it.”
“Oh, I am.” With a light touch, she traced the vein running up the underside of his length. He hissed when she drew a circle around the head.
She did it again. This time, she captured the drop of precum welling at the tip. Then she brought it to her lips and licked the salty digit clean.
Keith groaned, which brought a smile to her lips. She made eye contact, loving the way his eyes swirled with heat and his nostrils flared. Keeping her gaze locked with his, she sucked the tip of his dick between her lips.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered, as though it really was a prayer.
She sucked the head and he grunted, fisting the comforter with a white-knuckled grip. She kept her focus on the silky tip, tonguing the underside as she sucked hard. The increased force of his breathing and the rumbly noises coming from his chest spurred her on. She wanted, craved, to hear those low sounds become harsh shouts of pleasure. Without warning, she slid his cock to the back of her throat, holding him there as she added extra suction. He barked out a curse, and his hips lifted off the bed involuntarily.
She gagged, and saliva slipped from her mouth, running down his shaft.
“Fuck. Sorry,” he panted.
When his hand started to push her head back, she batted him away. Would he think her a freak if he knew this was how she liked it? A little rough, maybe a little extra rough? To show him, she descended even further, once again hitting the back of her throat.
“Oh, fuck,” he ground out. His hand landed on her head, moving with her but not forcing anything. “You love it, don’t you? You love choking on that big cock.”
“Hmmm,” she hummed with him still lodged at the back of her throat.
“Fucking perfect.” It was said reverently, as though he couldn’t believe she was real.
Eventually, the need for air won out, and she let him slip from her lips. The second, she’d reoxygenated, she was back on him, licking up and down the sides of his shaft. The smooth skin felt heavenly against her tongue, and his curses were music to her ears. She went to town, licking, sucking, playing with his balls—that drove him absolutely wild.
She loved that she knew that about him. That she’d been with him enough times and knew him well enough to give him the pleasure he desired.
Fisting his shaft, she slowly pumped while lifting it up to give her access to the heavy sac. When she dragged her tongue across it, he bucked his hips, and when she sucked one ball into her mouth, he shouted so loud the entire block must have heard.
Mickie was so wet her thighs slipped against each other as she tried desperately to ease the ache in her pussy. She needed him to touch her, fill her, fuck her, but the urge to make him come overshadowed her own raging need.
“Michaela,” he said on a groan.
She was back on his dick now, sucking hard and bobbing her head like she’d been an actress in a different sort of movie.
“Enough,” Keith barked after a few more minutes of sexy groans and cries.
Before Michaela had a chance to react, his hands gripped under her armpits. With impressive strength, he hauled her off the floor. The next thing she knew, she was descending onto his lap. She had just enough brainpower to think to grab his cock and position him seconds before he thrust into her—hard.
“Oh, my God,” she cried as she went from empty to full in a flash. She locked her ankles behind his lower back and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, clutching him as close as possible.
They stayed like that, glued together for long moments.
She loved every second of it and could have stayed just like that all day. As close as could be with his hard cock so deep she swore it nudged her soul. Their cheeks rested against each other. Every time he breathed, she felt it. Every beat of his heart reverberated through her body. Eventually, he gripped her hair and tugged her head back, fusing their mouths in a hot, sloppy, downright filthy kiss.