Page 115 of Drop Shot
“Fuuuck,”I drawl, the back of my head bumping against the wall behind me.
She laughs around my dick and I explode like a fucking amateur.
“Shit,” I curse. “Oh, fuck. Baby, I’m so sorry.”
She’s still laughing after she’s swallowed my cum and wiped the corner of her lip.
“That’s got to be a record as far as my blow job skills go, so I’m taking it as win.”
With a groan, I cover my face. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“Don’t be.” She stands, fingers grazing my abs. “It was hot. I like knowing you’re that turned on by me.”
Her body is flush with mine and it’s nearly too much for me to handle.
“You have no idea what you do to me.”
Wiggling her hips, she shimmies out of her shorts so she’s only in her bikini top and bottoms. Reaching out, I grab those taunting strings in the middle and undo them, watching the piece of fabric part to reveal her gorgeous round tits.
A groan rips out of me.
“It’s so fucking unfair how gorgeous you are.”
She smiles as I palm her ass and lower my head, kissing her long and slow.
I’ve already come, so there’s no point in rushing. This is actually better. I can take my time with her.
I push her bottoms down and she steps out of them. After her bikini top has joined our mess on the floor, I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist and arms around my neck. My dick is hard again already, barely having gone soft, and bounces between her ass cheeks.
Maybe I was lying to myself when I thought I’d be able to take my time with her.
Carrying her out of the bathroom, I don’t let her down until I drop her on the bed.
I’m over her in an instant. Her hands skim over my bare back, until she reaches my hair, and tugs on the curly strands. My mouth finds her and the kiss is a wild, tangled thing where I’m not sure where one of us ends and the other begins.
I’ve been dreaming of this moment—hoping this woman deemed me worthy of giving a chance. I’m so fucking lucky.
Skimming a hand down her thigh, I grip her knee and push her leg up slightly.
She gasps as her dripping wet pussy brushes against my cock.
“Elias.” My name is a whine, a plea, maybe even a prayer.
“Not yet,” I say through clenched teeth.
Please, God, I know I’ve never prayed to you before but I’m begging you don’t let me embarrass myself and come again too early.
She whimpers, her voice breathy when she says, “Then please do something.”
Chuckling, I slide my way down her body and spread both her legs.
“Look how wet you are,” I croon. “All this for me? I’m so fucking lucky, Whim. My sweet, Clever Girl.”
“Shut up and put your mouth to work,” she begs.
I grin up at her. I like this bossy side of her. “Yes, ma’am.”
She’s so fucking wet that I slide two fingers easily inside of her pussy. Curling them into her, I pump slowly and lick at her clit. It’s not long before she’s a writhing mess beneath me, hands fisting the sheets and nearly pulling them off the mattress.
