cup the back of my head.
Pulling back, I stroked him, my fist tight around his hard cock.
There was a drop of precum at the head, and I leaned forward to lick it clean. Ford’s fingers tightened and he let out a groan.
“Fuck me,” he sighed. “Fuck me with your mouth.”
I wanted to, but I also didn’t want to rush. I took it slow, dragging my tongue over the head of his cock with long, slow licks. I wet my hand, dragging it over the ridges of his shaft, my spit creating a lubricant that made the slide of my palm easier. Smoother. As I pumped the base of his cock with my hand, I opened my mouth wide and took him deep into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “Just like that. That’s what I want.”
I took him even deeper, relaxing my throat as much as possible, my mouth and hand working in tandem as I sucked him off with everything I could muster. Soon, Ford’s hips began to thrust and I braced myself, my knees on the floor, my hands on his hips as he began to fuck my mouth, gripping the back of my head to steady himself.
He was groaning above me, mouth open, eyes closed. “Your mouth feels so good. Your hot, wet mouth. I love fucking it, just like I love fucking your hot, wet pussy.”
I was aching at his words, getting wetter and hotter by the second. I loved the feel of him fucking my mouth, the power I felt, but I wanted more of him.
Without warning, he pulled me to my feet, his tongue in my mouth. He grunted at first contact—the cut on his lip had to be painful still—but it didn’t seem to deter him in the slightest.
His hands were everywhere. In my hair, up my shirt, down my pants. And then he was walking me backward to the bed, guiding me until I felt the mattress hit the back of my legs. With a push, Ford tossed me down. As I gazed hungrily up at him, he narrowed his eyes at me, his cock, still wet from my mouth, standing at attention.
“You’re looking very overdressed, Mrs. Malone.”
Smirking, I said, “Am I?”
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered. “All of them. Slowly.”
I sat up and obeyed, watching him strip down almost as slowly as I was.
When I was down to nothing but my black thong, he shook his head.
“I changed my mind,” he said.
Placing his knee on the bed, he leaned over and ran his hand up the outside of my leg, his fingers coming to rest on the waistband on my thong. Then he looped his thumb into it and gave it a rough tug. I heard a rip and the whole thing came apart in his hand.
I smiled as he tossed the ruined lace thong away. “You’re a brute,” I teased.
“Spread your legs,” he said. “I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll forget every other man on earth.”
My pulse doubled. “I don’t doubt that.”
Ford put his hands on my knees and spread my legs even wider before settling between them. “That’s a pretty pussy,” he groaned, his fingers tracing the wetness there.
I closed my eyes as he teased me, his touch soft and gentle, making me pant.
“Ford, please,” I begged. “You’re torturing me.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes. Please.”
“I need to taste you first,” he said, lowering his head.
His tongue traced the length of my slit, slow and deep, circled my clit, and then dipped back down and then up again. It was almost enough to make me come already. I gripped the back of his head, fingers tight in his hair as his tongue pushed deeper inside me. I moaned louder.
“Mmm,” he groaned, the vibrations pushing me even closer to the edge.
He began tongue-fucking me, spearing me with heat and wetness, teasing my clit with his thumb. The sensations were almost too much to handle.
Suddenly he switched it up, his tongue moving to play with my clit as his fingers took over stroking inside me, stretching me wider as I lifted my hips to meet each thrust.
“Ford,” I panted. “I’m going to come.”
“Mm-hmm,” Ford hummed again, and the vibrations made my toes curl.
Without warning, my orgasm crashed into me. My entire body shuddered, my pussy clenching around Ford’s fingers, the pleasure washing over me in hot waves.
I was still moaning as Ford rose up on his knees, spreading my legs even wider as he pressed his cock against my slick