Moving On (Rolling Thunder #7) - P.J. Fiala Page 0,25
Without thought his fingers unfastened her bra and he felt the weight of her breasts as they fell against him and his cock pained him inside the confines of his jeans.
LuAnn's fingers shook as she began unfastening the button on his jeans and as soon as she'd undone it, she deftly lowered his zipper, and the relief was immediate and needed. She didn't stop there though; her hands began pushing his jeans down his hips and to the floor. She held his jeans as he stepped free from them and while she was down there, she looked up at him as she lowered his briefs, a sassy smile on her lips as she lowered them over his hard cock. As it bobbed free, she took it in her mouth and his knees damned near buckled from the feel of her hot, wet mouth taking him inside her. Her head bobbed up and down and her wet mouth sucked his cock, her right hand at the base pumped in rhythm with her mouth. Her left hand cupped his balls and stars danced before his eyes.
Three fucking years he'd waited for this. LuAnn's mouth was expert on his cock. She could make him come so fucking fast sometimes and then others, when she was feeling playful, she could prolong it to the point he'd almost beg her for release.
His left hand lay on the top of her head and he added pressure to it when she neared the tip of his cock, not wanting to lose the feel of her mouth on him. She moaned and the vibration of it sent chills down his spine as he felt the precum form at the tip of his cock. Her tongue sweetly swiped over it and she moaned again, and his breathing started coming in spurts and puffs rather than regular breaths.
"Lu..."
Her hand tightened at the base of his cock and she began pumping faster, her mouth sucking firmer, and he had to lean over and rest his hand on the counter for fear of falling over.
"Jesus..."
She moaned again, and then again, knowing how he liked it and just like a volcano erupting, his seed spewed forth and she sucked down every drop, making sure to clean him up with her tongue as his cock softened in her mouth.
Once his vision came back, he stepped back, lifted her under her arms till she stood before him, then he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder as she shrieked and laughed, and he hauled her down the hall to his bedroom.
Laying her on the bed, he quickly unfastened her button, slid the zipper of her jeans down and quickly jerked her jeans down her sexy long legs. Tossing them to the floor he reached forward and ripped her panties off, the tear of the fabric causing her to gasp. He'd always wanted to do that to her. She made him feel wild.
He bent down and fit his mouth over her clit and immediately sucked her into his mouth. Flicking her with his tongue her gasp made him bolder, wilder, freer. He slid his forefinger into her warmth and her legs immediately spread open for him. He kneeled on the floor, and scooted her to the edge of the bed, at the perfect height for his mouth to make her come. Her legs lay over his shoulders, his mouth fit perfectly over her pussy, his tongue flicking and licking, his fingers plunging into her channel, her gasps and moans coming faster and faster and she cried out his name and her juices poured out on his tongue.
He softened his mouth on her as she twitched when he hit a tender spot, her breathing beginning to slow, her body limp from her orgasm.
Slowly, he rose up, sat on the bed and pulled her up to him, then his mouth once again covered her lips as his hands began squeezing, lifting, playing with those breasts he'd dreamed about so often.
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That had been everything she'd been dreaming of all of her time away. Probably better because it was real. Chase had always been an expert lover. He always wanted her to come when they had sex; he wasn't in the least selfish, but caring and sexy. God she'd been so incredibly stupid. How could someone be so blind?
She lay there in his arms, both of them beginning to recover from their recent orgasms, Chase fondling her breasts, his breathing beginning to increase. His cock grew thick and