Page 83 of Brands

But I want this to last. He needs to know how much I savor every piece of him. Using my teeth, I pull at the flap of denim, tugging the brass fastener free.

His erection strains against his boxer-briefs as I slowly open his jeans, twitching against my cheek every time I kiss the hollow of his hips.

When I let the hem roll over his engorged head, his breath hitches.

Then I taste him. One tiny bead of pre-cum, clinging to the exposed tip, showing me just how badly he wants me.

I’m tempted to crawl over him, mess be damned.

Yet seeing him watching me, the lust brazen in his every pant, it makes a piece of me burn to bring him to new heights of ecstasy.

I hold his eye contact, letting my tongue drop over the slit of his throbbing cock, then my lips as I take him into my mouth.

The muscles in his legs quiver as I work him slowly deeper into my throat.

All those girls in the x-rated movies I’ve watched make this look so easy.

But I never knew how damn sensual it is. Seeing the need through the tremors in his abs, tightening my lips every time I swallow him down…

It builds pressure into my own loins.

“These need to come off.” Grabbing the belt loops on his Wranglers, I drag them as he lifts his ass from the bed.

My man.In all of his lean glory.

His hard on stands like a flag pole, glistening from my saliva.

Grasping his girthy shaft, I let my knuckle stroke down over his sensitive nuts before wrapping my tongue over him again.

“Jesus, Lib. You keep doing that, you’re gonna get your wish.” His pelvis rocks as I pick up speed, squeezing him with every stroke.

I’ve seen enough movies to know what to do. Working the slick fluids down, I push my finger into the star of his ass, like he’s done to me several times already.

With a strangled grunt, he clenches his thighs, bucking his hips hard enough to drive his cock deep into my throat.

“Fuck! At least buy me dinner first,” he squawks, but loosens the tension in his legs.

I have to pull my mouth away, I’m giggling too much. “Does it hurt?” I pull my hand back, then push in again slowly.

He tilts his chin to the ceiling, panting. “No. But it’s new.”

“Good.” I put a light kiss on the very tip of his leaking dick, then suck him down as far as I can go.

I want all the things, with him.

“God damn…don’t stop. Faster, baby.” His hand flies free to knot in my hair as his control abandons him.

Thrusting into my lips, a long groan rumbles from his chest before I can feel him swelling with his release.

Tears escape from my eyes when he pushes my head down, his body shuddering as hot spurts fill my throat.

I relish every drop, suckling and licking him until his palms frame my face, freed from his restraints.

“You gotta, hold on…so sensitive.” He stills my movements, heaving giant lungfuls of air until he collapses onto his pillow.

“Did I do okay?” My tongue darts over my lower lip, pulling in the last remnants of his climax.

His arm raises weakly, then he lets it flop to the mattress. “You’ve drained me dry, baby,” he chuckles. “I was not expecting you to be so…adventurous.”

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