Fighter in Lingerie (Lingerie 14)

I closed my eyes and moaned, my hand digging under the fall of her hair. I could feel her pulse in her neck, feel the muscles of her throat work to take me as far as she could. Now I didn’t care about my workout. I didn’t care that she needed to get to work. All I cared about was that pretty mouth tight around my dick.

I hadn’t asked her to do this. She fell to her knees on her own, pleasing me just because she wanted to. It was like the first night we were together, when she blew my mind with her confidence. She gave as much as she received, was amazing in bed—the best I’d ever had.

Her hair was all over my thighs as she moved, her tits dragging against my legs as she moved up and down. Her nails dug into me, and I loved the way she cut me without caring if I bled or not.

When I was soaking wet, she pulled her mouth away and scooted closer to me, cupped her tits in her hands, and pressed her cleavage line around my cock.

I moaned again, loving her slippery flesh against my dick. She had the perfect rack for a tit-fuck, and I’d been enjoying her mouth so much I hadn’t even considered that. My hands replaced hers, and I guided her body up and down my length, enjoying the way we slid together so smoothly.

She looked me in the eye, her lips parted as she breathed deeply with me. Her hands gripped my thighs, and she raised and lowered her body, sliding up and down my length from the head to the base.

I could have stared at the way my dick slid through her cleavage, but I was more entranced by her beautiful face. She had tits built for a man’s hands, so I held on to them tightly as I slid through the warmth of her tits. “I love your tits, Beautiful.”

“I love your cock, Bosco.”

A quiet moan came from the back of my throat. I pulled her closer to me then kissed her, my lips moving against her soft ones slowly. My feet pressed against the floor, and my hips bucked up and down, sliding through her saliva-soaked tits.

Her kiss was as good as her tits and pussy. Kissing had never been erotic for me, just a quick form of foreplay. But I loved kissing this woman, feeling our tongues swirl together. I loved sucking her bottom lip into mine and feeling her breath fade away. I loved swallowing her moans, loved devouring her in so many ways. “I’m gonna come, Beautiful.” No other woman tested my endurance the way she did. I could control my load during sex because I’d had so much practice, but this spontaneous move caught me off guard. Her tits made my knees weak, and watching this woman both hate me and want to please me turned me on.

“Come on my tits.” She spoke into my mouth as she kissed me, her hands gripping my muscular thighs.

“Fuck.” When I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, I lost my reserve. I squeezed her tits tighter and came, exploding onto her chest and underneath her chin. I kept kissing her as I moaned, enjoying an orgasm so good it was even better than coming inside her. My cock kept pumping until every single drop was released. I exploded all over her, coating her tits with my come.

She pulled away and looked down at herself, her body decorated with my seed. There was a noticeable line from her chin all the way down to her cleavage. Startlingly white and thick, it was one of the biggest loads I’d ever unleashed. She dragged her fingers down the stream and smeared it across her fingertips.

Then she brought it to her lips and sucked it away.

Jesus Christ.

Instead of enjoying my slow descent from my high, I grabbed her hips and threw her on the bed. I dragged her to the edge so her ass hung over the end of the mattress. Her panties were gone, and her thighs were wide apart.

It was my turn to be on my knees. It was my honor to please her.

And I did.

3

Carmen

When I stepped out of the elevator, Bosco was sitting on the couch in his black suit, his knees spread and his shiny watch catching the light from the TV. He leaned against the back cushion as he looked at his phone, typing a message with his thumbs. His chin was cleanly shaven, and the cords on the backs of his hands tensed and shifted with his movements. When his eyes lifted to meet mine, it seemed like time had stopped.

Deep blue and brilliant, his eyes were so cold they were actually hot. He looked exactly the same as he had this morning, aroused and possessive. As if the last eight hours hadn’t passed, he seemed to pick up exactly where we left off. “I’m ready when you are.”