Page 110 of Lucky Laces
But I fight that back.Because I want her to take me in her mouth, to suck me deep.I want to feel her moans on my dick when I fuck her face.
“I thought you were going to blow me,” I rasp when she doesn’t stop stroking.
Her lips—plump, pink, and parted, though not around my dick—curve.“I thought you might offer to get me off first,” she says, one shoulder lifting and falling in a delicate shrug.“You know, be a gentleman.”
“I’ll get you off later,” I promise, mostly because she’s kneeling in front of me.
She laughs, the sound brushing over the head of my cock.“No gentleman tonight?”
“You don’t want a gentleman between your legs, baby.”
More laughter.Another grin.
She leans in and whispers, “You’re right.”
Then she leans forward the last couple of inches and?—
“Fuck!” I growl, hand settling on her hair, clenching at the silken locks.I want to pump my hips, to push myself deeper than she’s taking me, but I hold off, let her choose the pace, the depth.
And it’s no hardship to have that warm, slick mouth around me, the silky, firm strokes of her tongue on the underside of my shaft, the tight clench of her hand joining the party.She’s playing.Going slow.Driving me fucking insane.
Then more so when she pulls back, her liquid hot eyes hitting mine.
“Feeling shy, honey?”she asks, palms settling on the tops of my thighs.
“My cock was just hitting the back of your throat, baby.”My mouth curves.“I think we’re way past shy by now.”
Her nails dig in and she leans close, words brushing over the head of my cock again.“Then”—she flicks her tongue—“I think it’s way past time for you to fuck my mouth until you’re coming down the back of it.”
And there goes the last of my control.
I push between those pretty pink lips…and I fuck her mouth until I’m coming down her throat.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan as she swallows me down then licks her lips, mouth curving into a sexy smile.
“My turn,” she whispers.
I grin, pick her up, and toss her on the bed.
Luckily, I don’t tear any stitches.
And luckily for Dee, even after I’ve had an orgasm that threatens to split me in half, I still have enough energy to make sure she has one too.
“Diana!”
I still at the semi-familiar voice, but Dee goes ramrod stiff.
“Jason,” she whispers on a groan.
“Go into the arena,” I mutter.“I’ll take care of this asshole.”
But before she takes more than a step, she’s jerked back so hard her head whips around and she winces.
Andthat’swhen I see red.
“Don’t you fucking touch her,” I growl, ripping him away from her and slamming him back against a car.
Since it’s Pat’s, I don’t really give a fuck that the driver’s side door is now sporting a Jason-sized dent.
