Reckless Road (Torpedo Ink 5)

The tip of her tongue slid around her lips, keeping them wet. For him. She swallowed against his hand, her eyes darkening even more with an erotic, carnal, very wanton invitation.

“I wonder which of us would get off first if you were in my throat, Player. Just thinking about having you that deep gets me so close I’m not certain I can hold out long enough to do the things I want to you.” She whispered the invitation aloud, circling her clit, her knees falling apart.

She looked so sensuous, spread out on his bed, her head over the side, throat stretched out and down, hair falling like a dark silken waterfall. His lust rose fast and sharp, consuming him to the point he saw a red haze and thunder crashed and roared like a beast in his ears.

“I put my cock in your mouth like this, woman, I’m going to be going down your throat. You know that. There’s no way I won’t.” It was a warning. He meant it too. He rubbed the crown of his cock around her lips, leaving a trail behind. Her tongue chased after the shiny liquid. That was sexy as hell. She was sexy as hell.

“Why do you think I’m lying like this, silly?” Her other hand joined the first one so both were caressing his balls.

The action lifted her tits. He loved the sight of her breasts, large and lush, her nipples hard and rigid for him. Her fingers were jiggling and stroking his balls until his seed boiled scorching hot, ready to explode whenever he was ready. He painted more of the pearly drops along her lips, watching her lick them off, just because it was so damn sexy.

“Baby, stop making me wait.” She licked her lips again.

“I’m not certain I can stay in control,” he warned, telling her the truth. “I could get rough.” He watched her eyes. “You look so fucking hot, Zyah.”

“Be rough, then. Just stay in my mind so you know I’m getting off on it.”

“Keep your fingers in your pussy, baby. On your tits. You’ll get off on it because you love to please me. And you’re doing this for me.” She was. He was in her mind and she wanted him in her mouth. Down her throat. She wanted to drive him wild, just like she was doing. She wanted him out of control, out of his mind. Not thinking. “You stop me if you get scared.”

He was already feeling every one of those things. Out of control. Mindless. Her mouth was lush. Her lips gleamed at him. Wet. Her tongue had lapped at his seed. Chased after his cock. She looked at him with her dark eyes, and his cock went from steel to titanium.

“Open your mouth.” He sounded harsh, guttural, even to his own ears. He didn’t care. It was too good. “And keep working your pussy, baby. You get off too.”

Her lips parted. He caught her jaw and pushed into that wet, hot haven, not giving her time to adjust, just going deep. The visual of her lips stretching around the girth of his cock was enough to drive his lust even higher. The feel of the heat of her mouth was incredible. The sight of her fingers pleasuring herself, curled into her pussy while her hips matched the rhythm of his, incited him even more. Every pump of his hips sent her tits swaying, adding to the visual, driving his craving higher.

“Suck hard. Harder.” He could barely manage to get the command out as he thrust deeper and then withdrew.

Her tongue was wicked, her suction like a vacuum threatening to take the top of his head right off. He’d never felt like this before. He gave in to the feeling, a mindless pleasure, a euphoria of blazing heat. He could feel a volcano inside him churning. A mass of boiling, raging magma he’d suppressed for years. Not anymore. He thrust forward, held himself in that tight, restrictive tunnel, that paradise, watching her fingers bite deep into her pussy and her other fingers pinch her nipple. Then she suddenly began to shift her head as if she might fight. He looked down into her eyes for another long moment and then retreated, allowing breath before plunging deep again.

He never wanted this to end. It was sheer paradise. The sight of her lips stretching around his cock was so erotic, but the way, as he pushed deep, he could see the outline of his cock in her throat, that bulge, was even more so. When he did that, her fingers in her pussy were frantic, her hips bucking wildly. He loved watching her get off almost as much as he loved what was happening to him. That visual, as well as the feeling of her pleasure, compounded the erotic appeal of his cock moving in and out of her mouth, or just holding still in her throat, pulsing and throbbing deep.