Page 15 of A Cock and Bull Story
I clear my throat.
“Where were we?” I ask.
“I was helping you out of your jeans, and then, I was going to finish undressing you before I wrapped my mouth around your cock,” Belle summarizes in a husky voice.
My jaw drops at her blatancy.
Apparently, I was wrong—very wrong.
Belledoeswant me sexually.
Before I can make a stuttering fool of myself, she puts her words to action. She deftly hooks her thumbs in the waistband of my boxers and yanks them down to my knees.
My cock—who clearly understood the situation better than me—is already standing at attention and waiting.
True to her words, the lovely little Yank sets to work on polishing my knob. My knees nearly buckle under the intense pleasure of her mouth working me up and down, and I slap a hand on the wall next to me to brace myself.
Belle hums a bit as she sucks me off, and my eyes roll back inside my head. I admit that it’s been yonks since I’ve done anything, er, sexually, but she blows every other experience out of the water.
Her hands soon join her lips in their work on my undercarriage, and I know I won’t last much longer. Belle’s tongue laps at the tip before she sucks it in, her teeth gently grazing me as she lowers herself to the base of my cock.
Blimey—Belle’s a fucking goddess.
The talented woman pulls back and works her hands in tandem like she’s trying to wring an orgasm out of me—and, boy, does she. Out of nowhere, it comes barreling down my spine, bursting forth like an explosion of ecstasy.
The wall barely holds me up while I ride it out.
When Belle's cleaned my dick of all the last drops of cum, she slowly sinks back on her haunches and looks up at me with a satisfied smile on her face.
“Ready for round two?” she queries.
“No,” I croak. “I wasn't prepared for round one.”
But my cock says otherwise and has already sprung back to life.
“Why don't you bring your fine ass over here and fuck mine?”
My tongue twists itself in its hurry to agree with her plan, and then, becomes tied when she masterfully shimmies out her clothes. Her body is. . .perfection. Her strawberry creams1are large and full with tips kissed by the rosiest nipples.
They’re stiff because of how cold it is and seem to weep for me to warm them up as Belle warmed me.
It takes all I have not to move—but I’m determined to visually savor the goddess in front of me before I pounce on her like a starving man.
I force myself to look past her impressive baps2, down the smooth, flat perfection of her stomach, and down her endlessly long legs—they glow with the same golden hue as the rest of her skin.
Finally, I allow myself to gaze at the most private part of her body. The apex of her legs is bare—just as she joked—but with her legs together, they hide her pink folds.
Belle must read something on my face—my disappointment, perhaps—because she shifts to widen her legs so that I can see between them. I inhale sharply at the scent of her.
It’s pungent, heady, and sweet.
Her sex calls to me likeI’ma cat in heat—not to mention that the sight alone nearly undoes me—I can see her wetness, even in the dark, and I’ve never wanted anything as much I want to be buried deep inside of her.
The brilliant woman must read my mind because, before I can blink, she races toward me in a bounding leap and—literally—jumps me. Her long legs wrap around my torso, and she lowers herself nimbly onto my straining cock.
Bloody thing has damn near popped off me trying to lodge itself inside the lady.
I scramble to cup her arse and keep her anchored to me while she bobs up and down. Belle stares deep into my eyes, and a seductive smiles curls her lips. She licks them before lowering her mouth to mine.
