Page 8 of Thunder Thighs
"Baby," I whispered after a long moment.
"Mm?"
"Get on the bench."
Her eyebrows rose in surprise. "Excuse me?"
"Hop up on the bench."
"But," she tilted her head. "Why?"
I slid off the stool, pulling my towel free. My cock sprang up, ready and rearing to go. "Because I want to eat that pussy."
Her gaze dropped to my cock. Her lips parted, her eyes glazing over.
Fuck yes. This is one hell of a woman.
I was about to lose my patience and lift her up when she sank to her knees.
"Ella, what are you-?" I started to drop, worried I'd misread this.
"I wanna taste," she muttered, reaching a hand out to my cock. She hesitated, looking up at me. "Is this okay?"
"Fuck yes, baby." It took all my goddamned willpower to keep still. "You take what you want."
I had to admit, I didn't get BJ's as often as I'd like. Fact was, I'm a big guy. I'd once had a woman tell me I was what she referred to as a Mountain of Man. Rough, big and broad, I intimidated people. I'd had women take one look at me and run the other way. Coupled with a few weeks of hair growth and some less than stellar interpersonal skills, I wasn't exactly first pick for most people.
Sure, I'd gotten lucky more than a few times. When a size queen wanted to see if my cock matched the rest of me, or I'd spent a while pursuing someone, they may take me to bed. But most took one look at my cock, how thick it was, how long, and completely dismissed the possibility of sucking it.
But Ella hadn't baulked. She'd taken one look at me and liked what she'd seen.
I watched her settle on her knees, her hand wrapping around the base of my cock as she considered me. She licked her lips, a slight frown in place.
"Okay, baby?" I asked, my body tense.
"Yeah, just… working it out." She muttered.
"Working-" I broke off, a mangled groan bursting from my throat as she leaned forward, taking hold of me in one quick slide. The heat of her mouth, the drag of her tongue, the warmth enveloping my cock.
Valhalla. Heaven. Nirvana.
I didn't care what name you assigned this pleasure. All I knew was that I never wanted this to end.
Ella drew back, one hand reaching up to brush hair from her face.
"Let me," I grunted, managing to wrangle movement from my body. I reached down, fisting her hair, pulling it back from her face. She moaned a little as my fingers delved, massaging her head.
"You like that?" I whispered, testing the waters a little.
"So much," she panted.
I pulled back on the hair in my fist, just enough to add a small bite of tension.
She groaned, enthusiastically surging forward against my pull, mouth desperately sucking.
It seemed as if my girl liked a little pain with her pleasure.
Fuck, I love that. Perfect for me.
