Page 121 of Home Town Advantage
“Shh.” She places her fingers overmy lips, quieting me. “No more talking. No more secrets. No more drama.” She stands on her toes and runs her tongue along my lower lip while gripping my painfully hard cock through my jeans, giving it a firm squeeze. “You’re always the one taking care of everyone. It’s my turn to take care of my man.”
My man. No words coming from her lips have ever sounded better.
She turns around and rubs her body over mine, including her ass over my cock. Reaching for my hands, she places them on her body and runs them up and under the jersey until they’re on her bare breasts.
I grab onto them and sink my nose into her neck, whispering, “I love you.”
She turns around and wraps her arms around my neck. Her vibrant blue eyes meet mine. They’re filled with lust. Is it too much to hope that they’re filled with love too?
I open my mouth to speak, but she places her finger over my lips again. “Shh. Remember the rules.”
She moves her fingers down and begins to unbutton my shirt, peppering soft kisses down my chest and abs along the way until she’s on her knees in front of me.
She stares me in the eyes again while she unbuckles my belt. This is my fantasy. She’s giving me my fantasy.
My pants and boxer briefs are down around my ankles in seconds. Her fingernails make a slow trail up my thighs. Fuck, I love when she does that. I can feel goosebumps spreading all over my skin.
My cock is now in her hand, her fingers gloriously wrapped around me. With the other hand, she reaches for my phone, sitting in the pocket of my jeans on the floor.
Handing it to me, she says, “I want you to have this memory. I trust you.”
I swallow down the lump in my throat. She has no idea what that means to me.
I turn on the video and point the camera at her. She smilesinto it as she slides her pink tongue out and laps the moisture pooling at my tip.
“Hmm, so good, QB1.”
She begins to pump my shaft with her hand while her tongue explores me, licking along my veins, savoring every second of it, putting on a bit of a show for the camera.
With her eyes still focused on the phone, she wraps those red-painted lips around my tip and then slowly feeds my entire cock into her mouth until the head reaches her throat. She gags a little but refuses to pull it out. I know I will watch that part of the video over and over again. Who wouldn’t love the sight of the woman they love gagging on their cock?
She establishes an otherworldly rhythm with her hands, mouth, and tongue. My free hand winds into her hair, and I begin thrusting into her. I’m finding it hard to maintain enough control to hold up the camera, but I don’t want to miss a moment of this.
“Are you getting off while you suck my cock, baby?” I ask. “Is your pussy soaked for me?”
She nods and makes some indiscernible noises.
“Show me. Stick your fingers inside your cunt until they’re covered. Then show me and give me a taste.”
Without breaking stride, she reaches one hand down until it disappears under the jersey.Myjersey. Sulley is wearing my jersey, sucking my cock, and touching herself to show me how much she’s getting off on it. This. Is. Perfection. She. Is. Mine.
Her eyes flutter when they find purchase. This whole scene is pushing me to the edge at warp speed.
She pulls her glistening fingers out and holds them up for my inspection. I immediately grab her hand and suck them into my mouth. Her taste instantly pushes me to the edge.
“Fuck, baby, I’m about to come.”
Her mouth pulls off my cock with a loud popping noise. In a husky voice I didn’t know she was capable of, she asks, “Do you want to come in my mouth or on my tits?”
I’m speechless. Where did that come from? I’m usually the one talking dirty, not her. And it was filthy.
Without an answer from me, who still can’t form words, she removes the jersey, lies back on the floor, and pushes her tits together. “Fuck them and then come on them. Paint them white.”
Her rosy nipples are hard and pointing at me, inviting me. Without another thought, I kick off my jeans and boxer briefs and then drop down until my knees are bracketing her ribs.
The phone falls, but I don’t care anymore. I prop myself up and slide my cock between her full tits, thrusting in and out without a care in the world other than chasing my orgasm.
This is solely about me. I don’t know that I’ve had a sexual moment in a very long time that was only about me and my needs. Hell, I’m not sure I’ve hadanymoment only about me in years, sexual or not. This is what she’s giving me. Just when I thought I couldn’t love her any more than I do.
