His hands tightened.
He could feel the perspiration easing down his temple as his control began to fray to the point that he could feel his balls tightening violently.
He was going to come.
Control be damned. He couldn’t keep it together here. He wasn’t going to last and he wanted to be buried inside her first. He had to be buried inside her before he lost his mind as he had the first time he had her na**d body beneath him.
“Enough,” he growled.
She didn’t stop.
Her lashes lifted. Her eyes watered from taking him deep and she moaned again.
“I’m going to come in that sweet mouth of yours.” He breathed out roughly, his voice ragged. “Is that what you want, precious? My come filing your hot little mouth?”
She flushed deeper. She sucked his dick tighter and left him strung out on a rack of impending bliss.
“So pretty, precious,” he crooned, watching her swollen lips draw on the heavy width of his dick.
Her mouth capped the swollen crest, worked around it and rubbed the overly sensitive underside with her hot little tongue.
She was destroying him.
He couldn’t hold on.
He didn’t want to let her go.
He wanted inside her. The full length of his c**k sheltered in the sweet heat of her pu**y.
His h*ps shifted, thrust, and moved against the swollen beauty of her lips.
His hands clasped her head and he forced himself to draw back. To drag the painfully swollen length of his c**k away from the pleasure of her mouth.
Glistening, moist from her mouth and so damned hard he was dying. Then he lifted her from her knees and laid her back easily on the bed.
Then she shocked him. She had him stilling, his mouth watering, every nerve ending in his body heating in fiery response.
She laid back against the pillows, slender legs parted as her fingers slid into the moist heat of her saturated pu**y.
Slender fingertips moved through the wet folds as she stroked and circled the swollen bud of her clit.
Dazed, mesmerized, she stared back at him, stroked her pu**y, and whispered a broken moan.
He moved. Quickly, firmly, he gripped her wrist and pulled her fingers from the flesh he was going to own. Every kiss, every touch, every sweet erotic moan.
“It was feeling good,” she whispered hoarsely, her fingers curling against his hand. “Aren’t you curious how I please myself? How I fantasize and whisper your name when I come?”
Seeing it would have him coming to the air alone, and that he wasn’t doing.
Taking her other wrist he placed both on the pillow above her head with a determined look.
“Leave them there,” he warned her. “Don’t move them.”
Her hot little tongue flicked over her lips as he shoved his knee between her thighs as he moved over her.
He hadn’t meant to kiss her lips, he’d intended to go straight to her pu**y to lick at the sweet, heated warmth spilling from it.
But those sweet lips beckoned, they drew him.