Page 28 of Swept Away
His erection stirs against my lower back, skin against skin. Heat against heat. His hands move slowly over my chest while wet arousal trickles down between my legs.
His lips hover over my shoulder.
“Now take me into your mouth like the good girl that you are.”
In one swoop, he pushes my shorts down all the way, and I step out of them and kick off my flip flops before turning to him.
His hard-on is half out, his chest moving rapidly, his eyes glazed with desire.
Holding my hand, he flicks his chin toward the floor, making it clear to me.
I squat in front of him, and then I change my mind and rise to him, to his surprise.
My hands move over his chest while I press my lips to his pecs.
He groans quietly as I kiss my way down, stroking his hard abs. Before long, my lips meet the velvety head of his erection, and I swirl my tongue around it and lick my way down before pulling it all out.
His hand rests on my hair as I go down and fill my mouth before sucking on him and tasting the bead of pre-cum.
I bob my head while he guides me gently, pushing me toward taking more of him.
I do that, the chiseled head hitting the back of my throat repeatedly while he jerks his hips against my face.
My hand goes up and down, spreading the moisture while he enjoys filling my mouth.
There’s a soft knock on my door, and I stop and pull him out of my mouth, my eyes going up to him.
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll deal with it later,” he says.
That must be his friend.Or the friend of his friend.So I don’t worry about it.
I open my mouth and slide him between my lips again.
The person behind the door quickly gives up, which makes me believe it’s one of his friends.
He presses my head against his groin, and I rhythmically move it again, stroking his flesh, giving him the pleasure that he’s after.
He gets harder and harder, inching closer to his high.
The more aroused he gets, the harsher his grip on me gets.
“Tell me if it hurts…” he says, his voice hoarse.
I say nothing.
He thrusts his hard length into my mouth, my hair gripped in his fist.
He pulls at it while rocking his hips, and I don’t mind the pain as it comes mixed with pleasure.
I suck on him with a passion, and when he falls over the edge, he slides his cock out of my mouth, and his hand becomes a blur as he strokes himself rapidly and shoots his load.
Ribbons of warm seed fall over my lips and chest, dripping down my stomach and reaching the floor under my feet before slipping through my open thighs.
I’m covered in cum when his eyes come into focus and glisten with satisfaction.
“I owe you more orgasms,” he says, giving me a soft wink while pointing to our previous conversation.
His eyes move over my body.
