The Four Stages of Loving Dutch Owen - Debra Kayn Page 0,71

one more drink of coffee before putting the mug in the sink.

Giving her all his attention, he said, "Drop the blanket."

She let the cover slide down her back and stopped. He cleared his throat, and she looked over her shoulder.

"All the way to the floor." He tilted his head, taking in every inch of skin that was shown to him.

Once the blanket cleared the roundness of her ass, his cock pulsed to life. She had a slight blush to the two round cheeks.

She turned back around, staring at his abdomen. "Are you going to take off your jeans?"

"It's more fun when you do it for me." He braced his hands on the counter and dipped his chin.

She stepped in front of him and worked the front of his pants open. Looking up at him, she grabbed the material at his hips and dragged them down his legs.

While she kneeled, he hooked her chin, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her lips. She opened her mouth, and he dipped inside, stroking her tongue until she sucked on his thumb.

Her eyes closed briefly before gazing into his eyes. His cock hardened in front of her. Removing his thumb from her mouth, he fisted the base of his dick and rubbed the head over her lips.

Her tongue came out. His ball sac constricted.

"Have you done this before?" He tapped her lips.

She shook her head, grabbing onto his thighs for balance. A drop of cum glistened on the end of his cock. He rubbed the liquid over her lips.

"Open your mouth wider." He pressed against her mouth. "Suck on it like you did my thumb, and don't bite."

Her eyes rounded the deeper he invaded her body until she had the whole head in her mouth. He held on to his dick, letting her get used to him, and caressed her jaw, keeping her relaxed.

The warmth of her tongue and the slight suction of her mouth took more of him.

"Easy," he murmured.

She took her hand off his thigh and put it over his. He wrapped her fingers around his cock, showing her what to do.

Then, he braced himself with the counter and let her learn on her own.

She took her mouth off him, wet her lips, and took him back in. Bobbing her head slowly, she peered up at him. Encouraging her, he widened his stance, making it easier for her. She was a little bitty thing.

The picture of her enjoying his dick distracted him. Her other hand snuck up his leg, and her fingers tickled him under his ball sac. His toes clenched against the linoleum.

She sucked harder while cupping his balls, tugging gently, rolling, weighing. He grabbed the hair at the top of her head on instinct and groaned.

Her eyes lit up. Moving slowly, he watched her milk him deeper into her mouth.

Her fingers wandered, touching, pressing, scratching her nails against his skin. His hips shot forward.

"Fuck."

As if rewarded, she took her mouth off him and lowered her head. Using her tongue, she tried to catch one of his balls and suck it into her mouth but gave up and went back to his cock with more determination to take his length inside of her.

An impossible task.

He kept his movements short and steady, making sure she wouldn't gag. He hissed as his breathing struggled through his tight chest. His heart hammered inside of him, trying to burst out.

Barely having a warning, the base of his spine vibrated. "I'm going to come in your mouth if you keep that up."

She mumbled something he couldn't understand, and the extra sensation sent him flying. He climaxed hard. He tipped his pelvis back, and she grabbed his ass, holding him inside of her as he shot his load, again and again.

Marla Marie's mouth came off him with a soft pop, and she swallowed. Wiped out, he picked her hand off his thigh and pulled her to her feet.

She leaned into him, and he draped his arm around her, catching his breath. Resting her chin on his chest, she smiled up at him—pleased as a kitten with a bowl full of milk.

"Grab your coffee." He waited for her.

She held it to her mouth. "It's cold."

"Pour us another one."

She quickly filled both the mugs. He took her into the living room naked. There was no use for clothes. He hadn't had his turn at her yet.

Stretching out on the couch, he leaned against the arm and patted his thighs. She sat on top of him. The dampness of