Page 34 of Mister Curb Appeal
My large breasts are in his face and I stop breathing when he lifts both of them, testing their weight, then covers one nipple over the fabric of my bra and sucks. Joshua Lucas is sucking my freaking tits!
I’ve died and gone to heaven.
When he moves his mouth to the other one, he grumbles in frustration, then rips my bra down to expose my flesh; he latches on to my taut nipple as I dig my hands into his hair. I guide him, grinding against his cock, my skirt riding high up my thighs, and I’m so ready to come.
“Fucking perfect, has anyone ever told you that?”
I shake my head. “N-no.”
“Such a good girl for me, Alexis. These tits are so fucking big and beautiful.”
I arch my back. Seeing him with a mouthful of my breast is almost too much. One of his hands snakes around to my ass, encouraging me to rub against him.
“I feel you,” I whisper. “Oh God, I feel you. You’re so hard. I need it, Joshie, I need you inside me.”
“Get yourself off,” he tells me. “Let me see you come before I take you inside and fuck you against the front door.”
“Holy shit.”
He continues to suckle, both his hands move to my ass and he grinds me up and down his cock. Oh, the sensation. Everything bubbles up inside. All the tension, emotion, and deprivation of not having him, it all boils to the surface and in record time, I’m calling out his name.
His eyes lift as he watches me. My head falls back and I whisper his name over and over as I tumble. The man isn’t even inside me yet and I’ve just had the best climax I’ve ever had. I can’t even believe how quickly I came.
All the way, he encourages me, whispering that I’m his good girl, and how amazing I feel, how he can’t wait to be inside me. I can safely say I’ve never had a guy be like this before, or be so damned sexy in every single way.
“Inside,” I pant. “Let’s get inside before I get your dick out of your pants and ride it right here for the neighbors to see.”
He laughs. “Thank God we don’t have any.” He tucks my breasts back in my bra and pulls my blouse closed to cover my chest. Then he kisses me chastely. “Let’s get inside before you freeze to death.”
It has plummeted, but the heat from the two of us going at it is at boiling point.
“Funny, I didn’t even notice.”
I slide off his lap and we both make a run for it to the front door. The rain is relentless again, like the heavens have truly opened in more ways than one. Once inside, we both laugh at our state of undress. Okay, Josh is still fully clothed, but we’re both soaked to the bone. The rain dripping off both of us onto the floor.
I glance across the room and see Mr. Snuggles is curled up on the chair and the fire is lit. He barely lifts his head to look up at us. “You lit the fire?”
He grins, shrugging off his hoodie. “All in a day’s work.”
I walk my fingers up his broad chest. “And here I was thinking you were just a pen pusher.”
His look is predatory as he backs me up into the door, as promised. “Really? Since you think I’m so good at talking, why don’t I show you what my tongue can do?”
My eyes go wide. “You’re not?—”
He slides my skirt all the way up to my waist, before sliding down to his knees. “I’m not, what?”
“Going to do that?”
His eyes meet mine. “Not if you don’t want me to?”
“No, I want you to,” I correct quickly. “I just… my ex… he never?—”
“Your ex is clearly a dumb fuck who didn’t deserve you. His loss is my gain. Oh, and I excel in oral skills, it’s my preferred mode of communication.”
I gasp as he pulls my panties to one side and spreads my legs farther apart. Then he brushes my pussy with his fingers and I almost convulse again.
He blows, freaking blows, on my sensitive skin and I grip one hand into his hair. I think he likes it when I do that, because when I did it in the car, I got the same sexy growl. “Please,” I whisper.
