I prowled toward her on a mission. “Is there anything else before I devour you?”
She quivered. Fucking quivered. And it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
Or so I thought.
“Yes,” she breathed, dropping to her knees in front of me and reaching for my zipper. She briefly fumbled with my belt and the button on my jeans, but once she got her hands on my cock, her movements were sure and steady.
With a devious grin, she looked up at me and licked her lips. “I want to devour you first.”
With that, she wrapped her plump lips around the head of my cock and slowly took me into her mouth until the tip hit the back of her throat.
I groaned loudly and fisted one hand in her hair. “Suck.”
She popped off my cock long enough to say, “Make me,” before she engulfed me once again.
“Don’t fuck with me, Sweet Sloane. You wanna play? I’ll fucking play.”
She pulled back again, and I hoped she said what I wanted to hear. “I want to play,” she winked. “Now, make me suck your cock.”
“Gladly,” I told her right before I thrust my hips and shoved my dick down her throat. I kept a close watch on her reactions to make sure I wasn’t hurting her, until I looked past my cock sliding in and out of her mouth. My eyes rolled back in my head when I saw that she’d pulled her shirt up to play with her nipples.
Her fucking tits were glorious. Perfect round globes that bordered on being too big for her petite frame—which meant they were perfect in my book.
I wanted to fuck her tits and come all over them. But that meant I had to pull my dick from her skillful mouth. Decisions. Decisions.
However, it was out of my hands when Sloane did something with her tongue that shot intense pleasure straight to my balls and had me coming down her throat before I could warn her.
And then my knees buckled when she sucked hard one last time and swallowed every drop of my release. Had I not braced my arms on the kitchenette counter, I would’ve hit the floor.
I took a few seconds to regain my bearings after blowing my load without the use of my hand for the first time in months. Then, I looked down at the little vixen on her knees in front of me, licking her lips like the cat who got the cream. “My turn,” I rumbled and extended my hand to help her to her feet.
“Get naked, and get on the bed. Back to the headboard, legs spread wide,” I instructed and punctuated it with a slap to her firm ass.
She did as I said without hesitation. And I knew why the moment she was in position. Her pussy was glistening with her arousal, and I couldn’t wait to bury my face between her legs. But I wanted to taste her cunt for the first time when it was covered in her come. And that’s exactly what I was going to do.
Running the tip of my finger down her slick slit, she arched her back and groaned before reaching for me. I quickly pulled back out of her reach. “Keep your hands behind your back,” I clipped.
She did as I said and looked up at me through her lashes, attempting to appear shy, but I saw the desire filling her eyes. I knew she was as into it as I was.
“Good.” I situated myself between her splayed thighs and lightly traced one nipple, then the other. Alternating between the two, I enjoyed watching her struggle to stay in position.
With both hands caressing her breasts, I moved my fingers up to resume toying with her nipples. “I can’t wait to see how good your cunt tastes.”
“Please,” she groaned.
I leaned in until my lips were almost touching hers. “But I want it to be covered in your come the first time I run my tongue through your sweet snatch.”
A beautiful flush washed over her face while her tits heaved with each panting breath she took. “Since I’m getting what I want, I’ll let you tell me how you want me to make you come before I bury my face in your pussy.”
Before she could answer me, I kissed her, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She returned the kiss with so much passion that things quickly escalated. I was seconds from baring