Sweet Sinful Nights(56)

“You’re killing me with your gorgeous mouth, but you need to get undressed now,” he said, standing up quickly to strip off his shirt and jeans all the way. “Everything but the shoes.”

She shot him a look that said don’t be silly. “I know you like me to leave my shoes on, Brent,” she said, standing up to hook her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, slide them down her legs, and step out of them. She dangled them on one finger in front of him, like a temptation. He grabbed them, brought them to his nose, and inhaled her honey, sexy scent. She smelled like sweet *, exactly as she f*cking should. He threw them somewhere in the room.

She bent over in front of him, enacting another one of his fantasies. His arm shot out, and he grabbed her hair, and pulled hard. She moaned loudly and raised her head, gazing back at him, her eyes so naughty. The f*cking vixen. She knew exactly what she was doing. “Like that?”

“Yes. Just like that. Now get on me,” he told her as he lay down on the carpet. “Let me eat your * while you suck my dick. The only thing that makes a blow job from you better is when I can taste you at the same time.” She obliged, straddling his face, and lowering herself to him as she took him between her lips once more.

His tongue darted out, so eager to taste her, to lick her, to savor her sweet heat. In an instant, she was rocking back into him. This was heaven. Her mouth was gripping his cock, and she was pressed naked on top of him with her delicious * in his face, her fantastic ass bobbing up and down. He licked her sweetness, flicking his tongue against her swollen clit. Instantly she cried out, dropping him from her mouth.

He didn’t care anymore about his pleasure. All he wanted was her taste. To be smothered in it. To feel her arousal all over his chin, his mouth, his face. She was dripping on him—wetness, glorious f*cking wetness everywhere. He was coated in her pleasure, and she f*cked his face hard, rocking into him, grinding on him.

He loved the way she moved that gorgeous ass. He needed to touch it. To slap it. He raised his hand and smacked her rear.

“Oh,” she cried out, a sexy, needy moan.

He did it again. The same gorgeous sound landed on his ears.

He ran a finger between her wet folds, sliding through her slippery paradise, and she moved faster, pumping like there was no tomorrow. Like there was only this, only this pleasure.

Her wetness was a gift, one that had to be used freely. He had no choice. He simply needed to spread the wealth. To share all this glistening liquid heat. He slid his finger across her folds once more, then pressed his wet fingertip against her bottom as he licked her. She tensed, tightening everywhere, then he slid a finger inside her rear. She screamed his name in pleasure.

She cried out as she tightened all around him, every part of her squeezing, shaking, trembling.

She bucked against his face and his finger, rocking hard and riding out the waves that crashed through her. Her cries rang in his ears like a rock song. She collapsed on him and moaned softly in pleasure.

No time to linger. It was his turn.

He gave her a few seconds before sliding from under her. He stood up. His dick was at attention.

“Get on your knees now and finish me off,” he told her, in a clear and direct command.

Her eyes lit up and she obliged, crawling to her knees. She started with her thumb, spreading the drops of liquid around the tip of his cock.

“Take me in deep” he instructed. “Like you did before.”

“That’s the only way I do it.”

“Remind me. Remind me how you always drove me wild.” He traced his fingertip over her top lip. “I need to own that pretty little mouth of yours right now.”

She looked up at him as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, her other hand playing with his balls. “Own me, Brent. You already do.”

The head of his dick hit the back of her throat, and he pumped. He gripped her hair, drawing her closer, so she had to take him all the way.

“I can’t hold back anymore,” he groaned, as he pushed her hair away from her face, giving himself a view of her lips on him. “I’m going to f*ck your mouth hard now. Can you handle it, babe?” he asked, as he began. She nodded, and that was all he needed. Permission to take over her mouth completely.

To occupy every inch of her.

This wouldn’t last long. Thirty seconds, a minute tops. He was damn near there already.

“You’re so f*cking beautiful on your knees. So f*cking perfect,” he said, the words trailing off as his spine ignited, pleasure crackling through his bones as her sexy lips drew him in.

He hit her throat. Another deep thrust, and he was there. “I’m going to come so f*cking hard,” he whispered, his fingers curling around her skull. Lust slammed into him, tearing through every cell in his body. He closed his eyes, and the world turned black and brilliant.

It was his turn to groan. To shout her name. To throw back his head and grunt in everlasting pleasure as he gave to her what she’d given to him.

His pleasure, for hers.





CHAPTER TWENTY


He hated leaving, detested zipping his jeans, tucking in his shirt, and shoving his wallet in his back pocket. Especially since she was so snug and adorable under the white duvet on the king-size bed. She pulled the covers up to her chin, looking too cute for words. He loved how she could switch from naughty temptress to sweet princess in seconds. “Seeing as you snagged this suite for me, seems a sin to let it go unused,” she said.