Page 13 of Naughty All the Way

“Well, for one thing, I give good head.” He gives a smirk that promises untold amounts of debauchery.

I nod, still rubbing his chest and barely keeping myself from biting it. “You do. What else?”

He sighs, but it’s playful. “I’m an accountant. I played hockey until I got injured.”

“Professionally?”

“Definitely not. Growing up, and a little in college.”

That explains the body. “Continue,” I say, adjusting myself on him and feeling his cock jerk in response.

He groans. “Kayla.”

“We’re not done,” I promise him. “But first you need to answer the questions.”

Gritting his jaw, he says, “I plan on moving to Seattle soon.”

I swivel my hips, my interest piqued. “Seattle, Washington?”

He moans. “Yes and I swear if you don’t stop wiggling…” he cuts off, gripping my hips and tilting his head back and hissing.

I can’t stop myself from leaning over to lick his neck. I trace the velvet strap against his skin, then lick up to his ear and nibble. His hands grip my ass as I take his lips with mine, plunging my tongue into his mouth.

“Kayla,” he murmurs, sliding his hands to my ribcage and gently pushing my body up. “Give me those tits.”

I rise and suck in a gasp of pleasure as he takes a nipple into his mouth again, his dark lashes fanning over his cheeks as he closes his eyes. An empty ache swirls between my legs, and I reach down to give myself some relief.

Gabriel realizes what I’m doing and stops to watch. “Is that how you liked to be touched, Kayla?”

I nod.

He tries to take over, but I bat his hand away and shift my legs so they’re between his. “Later,” I promise. “Right now, I want your cock in my mouth.”

Eager to see what I’m working with, I make quick work of divesting him of the velvet shorts and he sighs in relief.

“Those aren’t comfortable,” he says on a chuckle. “Not even remotely breathable.”

I scrape my nails up his inner thighs as I turn my attention to the present between his legs. It’s thick and long, eagerly awaiting my lips. Without hesitation, I lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, swirling my tongue around the head and tasting the saltiness of the pre-cum already appearing.

“Fuck, Kayla,” he whispers above me.

I push my hair to the side and look up, and his eyes are dark as he watches me. Keeping my gaze locked on his, I lick all the way down and back up again, feeling his legs tense. Then I take him all the way into my mouth as he curses above me, sucking as I move back up again. Then I repeat.

“That feels so good, Kayla. Shit. Yes, just like that. Your mouth, yes,fuck.” He keeps up an almost constant stream of praise and direction, and I love it. No one has ever been this open, this eager to both give and receive with me, and I’m drunk on the power of it.

“Do you want to come, Gabriel?” I keep licking him as I ask, taking his balls into my hand and squeezing gently.

“No,” he grits out. “Not if you’re going to let me fuck you.”

“Do you have a condom?”

“Several,” he responds, then hisses out another stream of curses as I nearly swallow his cock. “Holyshit,” he grunts.

I pull back up and swirl my tongue around his head. “Something tells me you can recover pretty quickly, can’t you?”

He chokes out a moan. “Whatever you want, Kayla.”

“That’s a perfect answer,” I say, then take him to the back of my throat again. He groans and I do it again. “Come on, Gabriel. Come for me like the good boy that you are.”

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