The Hot One(50)
Heat flares through me, and I fall to my knees, quickly working open the zipper to his pants. His thick erection strains against the fabric, and that only makes me want him more. He helps me along, untucking his shirt as I release him from the confines of his boxer briefs.
His cock springs free, and I’m hungry and eager. I curl a fist around his hard length, and he hisses. “Fuck,” he grunts.
I haven’t even wrapped my lips around him, and he’s so turned on. So am I. I ache between my legs just thinking about what I’m about to do to him.
“First step,” I whisper, my lips hovering near the head of his dick. “Open wide.”
He smiles as he clamps his hands to the side of my head. “You remember.”
“I remember it all.” This man taught me how to give a blow job. Step by step, he showed me the basics. He instructed me on what he liked, and how to blow his mind. And I did it the way he liked it, over and over, because I loved making him feel good.
20
Tyler
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She drops her lips to the head of my dick and licks. “Just a little flick at first,” she whispers, and I moan my gratitude.
Lust charges through me as she proceeds to show off all the skills I taught her. “Tease me, angel. Fucking tease me. Drive me crazy with that wicked tongue of yours.”
She flicks her tongue up and down my cock. That’s step two. Tongue action. Like she’s licking a candy cane. Like she’s savoring it top to bottom, stem to stern. She settles in closer, and I make room for her, opening my knees wider. Like I’ve got a good buzz going, my skin sizzles as she licks all over. Then she grabs the base of my shaft and squeezes.
I shudder.
Yeah, I love that move, too. But I especially love this. She wraps her lips around me and draws me into the warm, wet tunnel of her mouth. Sparks tear through me, and it’s like two wires connecting as she sucks and squeezes, sucks and squeezes.
“Yes, baby. Nice and wide. Like that,” I say, my hands clutching her skull as I guide her head up and down.
There is no better view on earth than this. Delaney’s hair is spread across my lap. Her red lips are stretched wide and filled with my cock. Her head bobs.
I’m not going to last long, and I don’t care. She’s working my dick over something fierce.
But I want more. Because more is how I like it. More is step three. “Can you take me all the way?” I ask as she swirls her tongue around the head, distracting me and making me grunt and groan.
She nods against my lap, and I curl my hands around her throat. Not tight, just massaging, running my thumbs across her neck. “Open for me, baby. Deep.”
Her eyes twinkle as she glances up, like she’s full of naughtiness, full of surprises. I gently rub my hands over her delicate and fucking delicious throat. The next thing I know, she’s going down, down, down on my dick, and holy fuck. White-hot flames torch my body.
I’m. All. The. Way. In.
I want to close my eyes and fuck her mouth, but I want to watch every goddamn second. This woman is on her knees, and I’m balls-deep in her throat, and she’s sucking me like a champion. Like my champion. Like she wants my cock as much as I want her to be the one sucking it. And fuck, I do. I really fucking do, so much that tremors roll through my body. Shockwaves of pleasure rumble over my flesh as she goes to town.
My bones vibrate and desire builds inside me, flooding every corner of my body.
My fingers curl around her skull. My chest heats, and the back of my neck is in flames. I want to be consumed by this fire, feel it spread everywhere.
As she swirls her tongue around my dick, I utter a guttural yes.
Can barely speak.
Can hardly think.
I feel like I’m falling under, like I’m sliding into some alternate world of bliss and desire and pleasure. Her eyes are glossy, almost watering, but she doesn’t stop. She won’t stop, and maybe this sounds nuts, but God, I think I’m fucking in love with her for that alone.
Because she can’t be doing this just because she likes it. She can’t possibly crave my cock, no matter how magic she says it is, so much she’d nearly gag. She’s taking me all the way because she wants to blow my mind.
She wants this to be good for me, and, fuck, that’s what does it for me.
My dick is hitting the back of her throat, getting acquainted with the far corners of her mouth, and my sexy angel sucks like she’s never letting go.
I’m nearly there, but I still want one more thing. Somehow I manage words. They come out harsh and stuttered. “Baby, you know what I want.”
She nods against my cock, and then I feel her hand on my thigh, and she cups my balls. Then she squeezes them. Yes, fucking yes. She tugs on them—not too hard, but just enough, and my brain goes haywire. My balls tighten, and my dick thickens even more. I unravel as a climax barrels through my body, knocking out lights, frying wires. It’s an obliteration of the senses as I unleash my orgasm in her mouth.
“Coming. Coming so fucking hard,” I say, gripping tighter, and I’m done. I’m toast. I’m in blow job heaven. This orgasm finishes me off, my legs shaking, my heart racing, and pleasure partying in every cell.
I shudder as an aftershock wracks my body.
With a loud, wet pop, she lets go of my dick. I sigh happily. So fucking happily. There’s nothing inside me but the lovely, druggy aftereffects of the best blow job ever.