Tripping (Iced #2) - Kristine Allen Page 0,37

off,” I grunted out like a goddamn caveman. She quickly divested herself of the silky shirt I’d been wanting to rip off her all night.

“The rest,” I demanded before dropping my shirt over my shoulders and to the floor.

She was stripped down to a bra that did obscene things to her tits and a lacy black thong. I say obscene because it covered them. Not that I minded the way it shoved them together and presented them like a gift to me. I’d still rather see them bare.

One of my hands wrapped around my cock that was still covered with my slacks; the other unfastened my belt. “I want to see your tits,” I whispered.

I’d lost all semblance of manners. She’d transformed me into a savage. With simply the view of her creamy skin, I was gone. Thoughts of all the things I wanted to do to her slammed around in my head, nothing but sexual chaos. Yet everything stopped and my mind went blank when she slid the straps of her bra slowly down and her perfect nipples were exposed.

That was nothing, though, when she dropped to her knees in front of me and removed my hands. Hers took over.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed out in barely a whisper. Those beautiful ever-changing eyes looked up at me as she freed my cock from its uncomfortable confines and wrapped her fingers around the base. Not breaking from my gaze, I watched as her pupils dilated and the amber in her eyes shone golden.

“Is this what you want?” she murmured as she slowly stroked my length. When she reached the head, she closed her hand around it, then swiped her thumb through precum leaking from the tip.

My eyelids grew heavy and I groaned.

She was far from finished with me. On edge, I watched as the tip of her pink tongue teased the end. By the time she ran the flat of it over the moisture glistening at the tip, I was fighting the urge to come on her face.

Deep breaths heaved in and out of my lungs but stuttered when she opened that perfect mouth and slid my cock over her tongue. Lips stretched around me, and gazing up at me, she was fucking perfect. She drew me in until I could feel the back of her throat.

“Holy shit. Yes, like that,” I muttered as her cheeks hollowed and she sucked hard. My eyes rolled, and I buried my fingers in her hair. Between her hand squeezing the base and her hot, wet mouth working the rest, I was losing control.

When she hummed, the vibrations nearly sent me over the edge. Fighting for my sanity, I slowly began fucking her, and still she watched me. It was the hottest fucking thing ever.

“Play with your tits,” I rasped out.

The hand that had been resting on my thigh dropped to her chest, and I watched in a lust-filled haze as she pinched and tugged on her taut nipples. She continued to let out little vibrating moans as I stroked in and out.

“Other hand on your pussy.”

She immediately did as I told her, and I nearly exploded. When her eyes grew hooded and her occasional hum became a constant groan, I tried to pull her off. She fought me, and I admitted, “I’m gonna come, Bleu.”

The hand on her breast reached up to dig in my ass and pull me in until she gagged slightly. I was done. There was no holding back anymore.

Praying I didn’t hurt her, I thrust down her throat three times and came with a feral roar. She milked every drop from me until I had to pull her off by her hair because it was too fucking much to handle.

She licked her swollen lips, and my cock started to revive.

“Jesus,” I said and almost stumbled backwards.

Panting like I’d finished the longest game of my life, I urged her to stand. Slacks still hanging midthigh, I kissed her savagely, more turned on by my taste on her tongue than I’d like to admit.

“Where the hell did you learn to do that? Never mind. I don’t wanna know. Fucking hell,” I rambled between ragged breaths.

“I’ll be right back,” she said as she ducked her head bashfully and stepped around me to head toward my bathroom. Completely unashamed, I watched her ass as it swayed with each step.

Once she was in, I kicked off my pants and socks and checked to see if I still had condoms in my nightstand. Thankful that there