Page 99 of Pucking One Night Stand
He grins. “Oh, Jesus, Cassy.”
My fingers go to the waistband of his pants, and I fumble with his belt until it comes loose.
He lifts and deposits me on the bench like it’s nothing, before kneeling, tugging off my boots, and tossing them across the room. My socks follow. He peels off my jeans, the rough denim scraping my thighs as they go, and it’s frantic, awkward, like we’re both trying to get to the next part faster.
I’m sitting there in nothing but my black lace thong, my legs open just slightly, and he pauses for a beat. Just a second. Long enough for his gaze to drag up my body and land on my face like he’s got a thousand thoughts and none of them pure.
“I swear to God,” he mutters. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“Don’t be dramatic,” I whisper, reaching for his pants. “Get those off NOW, or I will.”
He stands, unfastens the button, the zipper, and kicks them off along with his shorts.
And hello. His cock springs out, proud and swollen, glistening with pre cum on the end.
Guess I’m not the only one ready to explode.I stand and tug him back toward me.
His mouth’s on mine before I finish that thought. His hands slide down my back, grab my ass, and lift me into him, onto him. I wrap my legs around his waist as we stumble toward the nearest wall, knocking over a crate of tape.
I slide down the wall to a crouch, breathing heavily.
Curling my fingers around his erection, I mumble, “Damn you are excited aren't you?”
His length pulses in my grip, a silent affirmation. I can't help but smirk as I take in the sight of him, so ready and eager. Leaning in, I press a soft kiss to the tip, tasting the salty hint of pre-cum. My lips part, and inch by inch, I savor the way he fills my mouth.
“Uhh... Cassy,” he moans softly, his hands tangling in my hair. I can feel his body responding to every flick of my tongue, every gentle suck.
My fist wraps tighter around the base, working in tandem with my mouth, creating a rhythm that has him gasping. With my other hand, I grip his ass, pulling him deeper into my mouth, relishing the way his buttocks clench under my touch.
I glance up at him, and the sight is intoxicating. His head is thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut, and his face contorted in pleasure. His breath is erratic, and as he opens his eyes, they lock onto mine, dark and full of desire.
I pull him out for a moment, a teasing smile playing on my lips. “I think you like this, don't you?” My voice is no more than a sultry purr.
With a heavy breath, he pants, “Yeah...way too... mu-much...” I can feel his helmet swell, a sure sign he's close. But I don’t want him blowing his load just yet.
Now pulling my head back and forth, his breathing is pretty much out of control, and he groans, “Cassy, Cass, I can't... I can't...”
I quickly pull him out of my mouth, watching his cock twitch with need. “Not yet, big boy,” I smile, my voice a mix of tease and promise.
He looks down at me, a playful glint in his eyes. “Okay, so that's how you want to play it.” The challenge in his voice unmistakable.
Before I can react, he picks me up and lays me down on the bench. For a moment, he just gazes at me, his stare intense and full of desire. He strips off my thong in one rough pull.
Then, he leans down again, his lips melting onto mine. Our kiss is ardent, all tongue and lips, a clash of passion. He starts to kiss my earlobe, which sends me manic, then works his way round to my neck, each touch making my pussy wetter and wetter by the second.
His lips trail down, leaving a path of fire in their wake. He kisses my neck, heading south to my chest, each kiss a promise of more to come.
That's when I feel his fingers graze over my breasts, each one in turn, sending roaring spikes of anticipation through me. As he works his way down, he kisses around each breast, first the left, then the right, with the occasional flick of his tongue that has me arching into him.
His hot breath over one of my nipples is almost too much as a whisp of pleasure escapes my lips. “Oh..” I breathe out, my breath coming heavier. “Ohh...Blake, Blake.” His mouth is relentless, his tongue swirling around my nipple before he takes it into his mouth, sucking gently.
Exploring me like a map, he kisses all around the mound of my breast, while twirling my other nipple in his fingers. The dual sensation is driving me wild.
Then, his tongue glides up and flicks over it, followed by a small bite that has me groaning. “Ahh..” I can't help but cry out, the pleasure is almost too much.
He doesn't stop there. He begins to suck, his mouth hot and demanding. As he does, he drags a finger down the center of me across my tummy and onto my pubic hair, each touch a tease of what's to come.
His mouth moves further and further downward, kissing under my breast, leaving a flurry of sparks. His fingers roam over the inside of my thighs, gently opening them.
