Page 41 of Little Paper Games
I don’t know when it changed. One minute I was spanking her ass, feeling on top of the world as she sucked my fingers, and then my fingers were buried in her wet heat. I couldn’t help it. I flipped my hand over, letting my fingers press down towards her g-spot as she sucked. The guttural groan she let go vibrated my fingers and my cock literally dripped with need for her.
Then she relaxed.
And my fingers were in her throat as she took me deep.
I roared with pure fucking desire for this shrewish, pain in the ass, incredible woman. It didn’t mean anything. Good sex was just hard to come by in the times of Covid.
I lifted her off my lap and pushed her to her knees in front of me.
She didn’t even balk or sass. Her hands were immediately on my pants, pulling the button open and unzipping the fly. I leaned back and helped shoved them down, letting my hard cock spring forward.
I swear I didn’t even get a chance to slide them to my knees before she was shooing me out of the way and her mouth was wrapped around the head of my cock like she was a starving woman, and my cock was the first piece of food she’d seen. She moaned around my head and her eyes rolled back in her head. Mother of God.
“Yessss,” I hissed out, my hands fisting in the sofa cushions. My eyes rolled back as she took me deeper, but when her nails dug into my thighs, I looked down again. My eyes caught hers as she looked up at me with a look I’d never seen on her face. The sheer needy desire written there filled my spank bank up to the brim. That look; it would be the stuff of my fantasies for years.
My hands fisted lightly in her hair, guiding her, not controlling her. She didn’t need my help. She was a fucking pro at this. I didn’t want to think about how she got this good but fucking hell! I started recalling baseball players from the local teams in an attempt to hold off. She wasn’t having it.
Her eyes held my gaze as she lowered herself onto my cock. Her mouth engulfed me. I felt her tongue still swirling and forgot how to breathe.
That fucking eyebrow of hers quirked up once. It was my only warning before she swallowed. My hips bucked, and I arched hard.
“Fuck, Kenna!” I cried out, my hands fisting in her hair. The look in her eyes was… God, it was everything. Then she hummed.
I couldn’t hold back.
“Kenna! Yes!!” I tried to pull her off, but she dug her nails in and sucked me in that last quarter inch, deep throating me with a groan as I watched her eyes roll back. I started to cum. My throat hurt, I was groaning and crying out so loudly. Neighbors be damned. That mouth of hers be praised for the rest of eternity, however.
Only after I was fully finished, a twitching mess of a man, did she pull away from me. My softening cock slipped from her mouth as she swallowed the last bit that was left in her mouth. Her eyes still didn’t look away from me. Who the fuck was this vixen of a woman and where was the timid, shy woman from last week, who had never been eaten out properly?
“Christ, Kenna, where did that come from?” I huffed out on a laugh.
“I figured it was owed,” she said softly. There was no shyness, but her voice was quiet.
“First of all, no,” I shook my head in disagreement. “Nothing is ever ‘owed,’ as you put it. That’s not how sex works. Hell, it’s not how humans should work either. We do things because we enjoy them, and we want to. Not out of duty or expectations.”
I made sure she understood. My eyes locked on hers.
“I’m serious.” When she finally nodded, I stood up. “Second thing.”
I didn’t say another word, just took her hand and pulled her from the sofa and pushed her towards the stairs. Yes, I was going into caveman mode a little, but cut a guy some slack. She just sucked out my entire soul through my cock. I legit saw my soul leave my body.
“Where are we going?” she laughed. Kenna laughing was still new to me. I don’t think I hated it.
“To find the buzz, buzz,” I stated, tugging her up the staircase beside me.
“The buzz buzz?” she asked, but I ignored her. As we reached the top of the stairs, I pointed to each room in turn, searching for her bedroom. With another of those almost cute giggles, she pulled me into her room. I looked around for only a moment before deciding that rifling through her room was a little too creepy and toxic man syndrome for my liking.
“So, let’s see it,” I goaded.
“See what?” she asked, standing beside me while I plopped down, sitting on her lavender-gray comforter, still rumpled from this morning’s hasty retreat.
“The goods, Clarke. Don’t keep a man waiting,” I teased, crossing my arms in feigned demand.
“Oh, I think you saw plenty of ‘goods’ last night, my dude,” she scoffed, pushing my shoulder playfully.
“No, I mean your toys that gobuzz buzzmost mornings while I work out,” I explained, waggling my eyebrows suggestively. Her smile faded, and she looked surprised.
“What do you mean?” she barely whispered.
