Page 11 of Taboo

Placing a hand on each of her thighs, he spread her legs. The scent of her arousal hit him hard, his cock twitched, begging for relief. There was a good chance he was going to embarrass himself. It had been over a year since he’d had a woman, but that was the norm with his job. This was different though. Thiswomanwas different.

He leaned in, his mouth watering. Those pretty pink lips parted, wet with need. He shuddered, he couldn’t control it, nor did he care to. He was all about pleasure tonight, and Jules was definitely a woman who was made for pleasure.

Leaning forward, he dipped his tongue between her pussy lips. The taste of her danced across his taste buds. Decadent, rich…irresistible. He lapped at her, enjoying the way her moans grew as the sassy, sweet flavor of her need blasted through him. The scent of her arousal mixed with the scent of roses, which seemed to cling to her skin.

“Oh, bloody hell,” she muttered as her hands moved to his head, her fingers slipping through his hair. She urged him to take her, push her, to completely get lost in her. He lifted her legs and settled them on his shoulders, enjoying the silky feel of her hose against his flesh, along with the way her heels dug into his back every now and then. The mixture of pleasure and pain pushed him closer and closer to the edge. He could feel precum wetting the head of his dick and was increasingly worried he would embarrass himself.

She was close, he could sense it thanks to her moans, and her muscles contracted, moving closer to releasing her orgasm. He moved his mouth away so he could add his fingers, curling them up inside of her. She was tight, and as he took her clit into his mouth, she tightened around his digits. It only took another second or two and she was hurtling over the edge, screaming his name. He pulled back to watch the aftershocks of her orgasm.

He was still completely dressed, but he made quick work of his clothes, popping a few buttons off of his shirt as he clawed at it. His shoes and socks came next. After retrieving a condom from his wallet, Alek held it between his teeth as he tossed his wallet on the bedside table, then undid his pants. Those also landed with the rest of his clothes and his knit boxers followed.

Jules rose up to her elbows to look at him, and he could admit that her admiration for his body as her gaze traveled down the length of him bolstered his ego just a bit. Especially when her eyes widened and hesitated as she got a look at his cock. He wrapped this hand around it, stroking it, enjoying the feel of her watching him pleasure himself. He could imagine getting off in front of her, not letting her touch him, having to watch him come.

He took the condom out of his mouth, then stepped closer. Her tongue darted out over her luscious mouth, wetting it and driving him crazy.

“Want a taste,kuuipo?”Sweetheart. He didn’t know why he called her that, because he would never see her after tonight, but it felt right.

Her gaze shot to his and she nodded.

“Hmm, not sure if I could last.”

She frowned, her brows dipping down as she continued to watch him stroke his cock. Fuck, she was amazing.

“Hmm, how about you lick my balls?”

She didn’t hesitate. Her pink tongue darted out and wet her full, pouty lips. Then, she leaned forward to run her tongue over his sac. Fuck. That felt good. The woman really did have a talented mouth, and he wanted it on his dick.

“Want a real taste?”

She moved back from his ball sac and looked up at him through her lashes. She wasn’t trying to be coy; he was sure of it. There was one thing he had learned about Jules in the short time he had known her and that was that she couldn’t hide her real feelings. He liked that about her.

He held his dick out and she leaned forward. Her tongue darted out over the head, licking some of the precum into her mouth. She hummed and shivered.

He wanted her mouth on him, but at the moment, he wanted—noneeded—to be inside her tight channel, all those amazing muscles clenching him.

Reaching around to her back, he undid her bra, and tossed it behind him to join the panties on the floor. Good god, the woman was definitely a goddess. From the soft curve of her hips to the hard tips of her pink nipples. He urged her back on the mattress.

“I only got a little taste.”

“Sorry, but I want to be deep in that juicy, tight cunt of yours when I come.”

Her frown darkened, and he wanted to ask her about that. Afterwards, he would. He was walking a fine line with his control as it was. Once he ripped the condom package open, he rolled the condom on, then stepped up closer to the bed. Taking her by the hips, he raised her up off the mattress, then centered his cock between her legs, entering her in one hard thrust.

She gasped at the intrusion. She was wet thanks to her orgasm, but she was still tighter than a fist.

“Sorry,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Never be sorry,” she said with a laugh as she wrapped her legs around him. Oh, fuck, that felt good. He pulled out then thrust back in.

“Fuck, your cunt feels like heaven.” The sentence had her clenching around his dick. So, Jules liked a little dirty talk. He continued to move inside of her, enjoying the way her muscles clung to him each time he thrust back into her pussy. He licked his lips. “Having your juices on my tongue while I fuck you is the best thing.”

Again, her muscles contracted, and he was sure of it then. She liked dirty talk and so he went about destroying her with it.

“Touch your tits,” he ordered her. She didn’t hesitate to cup each of them, her nimble fingers dancing over her soft skin. He wanted to fuck her breasts, but not this time. Next time. Maybe. “Pinch your nipples. Hard.”

Again, she did as he asked without any hesitation. “Oh, god,” she muttered and pinched them again.

“Like that?” She nodded as she continued to tug on her nipples. “You can feel it in that juicy cunt of yours, can’t you?”

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