Page 85 of Tequila Tuesdays

Smiling up at him, I sank to my knees. He stroked my cheek, then ran his hands down to my breasts and thumbed my nipples. I took his shaft in my fist and slowly sank my mouth over him.

His thighs flexed, and I heard him take a sharp breath. I thoroughly and methodically licked my way up and down his length before sliding him into the back of my throat. I teased him and pulled back, then played with his tip. He groaned and thrust his hips.

His cock slid partway into my throat, then he stopped. He massaged my breasts, then started pinching and tugging my nipples between his fingers. I arched into his hands as the bite sunk into me and my insides spasmed. He slid his cock slowly the rest of the way down my throat, and my eyes closed.

Damien stroked my jaw. “No, sweetheart. I want your eyes on me, so you know exactly whose cock is lodged deep in your throat.”

My heart sped up at his dirty words. My mind went hazy with need and my body seemed to hum. I slid my mouth up and down on his shaft, his size stretching my lips. I swallowed several times before pulling off enough to catch my breath. Pushing back down on him, I worked him inside my throat again.

“Your mouth and throat feel like fucking paradise,” he rasped out.

After several deep strokes, he reached down and took hold of my shoulders, pulling me off his cock. “I’m going to blow if you don’t stop, and I’m not done with you yet.”

He bent me over the ledge of the spa, putting my hands on the deck.

“Stay there,” he commanded.

Then he ran his hands up and down my buttocks and squeezed and kneaded them firmly. I pushed toward him, silently begging for his cock.

He gave me a light slap. “Not yet. I want you dripping and begging for it.”

Sliding a finger inside my passage, he bent down and bit my ass cheek.

“Ah!” I rose up a little, but he planted his hand on the small of my back and rubbed the bite.

Damien spread my thighs even further apart, then licked up and down my slit. He pulled my hips up until I was on my tiptoes, then he nibbled and bit at my clit.

“That feels so good,” I moaned.

He pulled off and glided his hand up and down my back. “Do you want me to fuck you, sweetheart?”

“Yesss,” I groaned as I pushed back at him.

“What’s the magic word?”

“Now,” I gasped.

He chuckled and reached down to stroke me again. “I’m pretty sure that’s not it.”

“Right the fuck now.”

He laughed and squeezed my swollen, sensitive clit. Then he shoved two fingers into my soaking wet passage. “Try again.”

I pushed my hips back onto his fingers, trying to find some relief from the ache inside me. “Damien, please!”

“There you go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He patted my hip, and I growled at him.

Positioning his cock at my opening, he drove up inside me in one hard thrust.

My head flew back, and I cried out softly.

“You feel so damnhot,” he rumbled. Then he grabbed my shoulders to hold me still and pistoned in and out of me, pushing me back onto his rock-hard shaft again and again. I could feel him hitting me deep inside, and pleasure and a little pain rolled through me.

“I’ll have to get between your breasts tomorrow,” he said breathlessly. He reached down and stroked my clit as he hammered inside me. I threw my head back and panted breathlessly, feeling my toes start to curl as an orgasm built.

He stroked me again, and my vagina clenched around him. I came with a long low wail. Damien leaned over me, turned my head, and caught my wail in his mouth as he shoved inside me one last time. Then his body locked, and he came hard.

When we recovered a few moments later, he stroked my back and stood up straight, taking me with him. He pulled out, then picked me up and settled me on his lap on the spa bench. I curled around him, and let out a long, contented exhale.

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