Page 81 of The Cask

There was enough heat and fire in his touch that my body burned. He gave me goosebumps. Butterflies spread across my belly as his delicious lips skated over my skin. I watched him as he kissed his way up my belly, between my breasts, and when he rose to his feet, up my neck. My breaths were coming in excited spurts as he made his way to my mouth. I whimpered when his tongue grazed mine and that seemed to spur him on as he deepened the kiss.

I pushed his jacket off his shoulders and when I got his shirt unbuttoned, I did the same with that. We only broke the kiss when he stepped out of his pants.

I looked down to see he was still wearing his boxer briefs. The thick outline of his dick straining against the cotton made me flush. Sucking my bottom lip, I reached out to touch it. The moment my hand grazed him, he sucked in a sharp intake of air. My eyes met his as I did it again. I wanted to see the desire in his face, and it did not disappoint.

My entire body craved him.

“Let me help you with this,” I whispered as I stuck my hands in the sides of his waistband. Pushing his boxer briefs down, I lowered myself into a squatting position. “Whoa.”

His dick was beautiful—long, thick, heavy, and well-groomed.

Unable to help myself, I kissed and sucked the head of his dick.

“Ebony,” he hissed.

I looked up at him and opened my mouth wide to take him in as deep as possible.

He growled so loudly, I startled.

Watching his face contort, I wrapped my hand around his shaft and pumped two times, sucking him into my mouth again.

“Shit,” he swore.

Hearing his reaction to me set me on fire. But seeing him with a mixture of lust and desire all over his face, I knew I wanted to blow his mind.

“You like that?” I asked breathily as I licked him from the base to the tip. He made appreciative noises, but I knew he was bracing for the real thing. Without warning, I engulfed the head of his dick in my mouth and swirled my tongue around.

“Oh shit!” he gasped, gripping my braids.

I sucked hard and sloppily. I worked my way down his shaft, taking as much of him as I could to the back of my throat.

“Ebony, goddamn…” The gruffness, the need, and the want in his tone was everything I needed to hear to do more and get nastier for him.

I pulled off him just to take him again. I worked my mouth up and down on him, gagging slightly when he hit the back of my throat.

He groaned, his grip on my braids tightening as his body tensed. I slurped him and when I removed my mouth to catch my breath, I continued pumping my rotating fists up and down his shaft.

His chest rose and fell roughly as I batted my eyelashes up at him. “You like that?” I wondered, sucking him into my mouth again.

“Hell yeah,” he grunted.

I noticed how his abs tensed when I gently played with his balls. I bobbed my head, sensing that he was being rushed to his orgasm.

“You’re going to make me come.”

“Good.” My voice was muffled because my mouth was full.

“I want to make you come first,” he breathed as he continued to rock his hips, forcing himself deeper down my throat. “Oh shit, baby. Baby. Ebony! Fuck!”

He came hard, filling my mouth and I swallowed every drop—mainly to show off but also because I didn’t want to get that shit on my carpet.

Chapter Fifteen

There’s no way to be sexy with dried come on your face, so I went to the bathroom to clean up.

Get your shit together,I warned myself.

My emotions were all over the place.

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