Page 58 of Signed, I'm Yours!
I would feel guilty for wearing my silk pajamas that are so unforgiving with morning glories, but since it’s nighttime and I’m shameless, I can’t find it in me to care.
Besides, it’s not as if I can’t feel his own lance jousting at my stomach like a medieval knight. I most certainly can, and it makes me growl with need. I feel surrounded by him. Captivated by him. Wrapped up in him. Trapped by his lips, his tongue, his hand, his cock. He’s like my own man-made prison, and right now, escape is the last thing on my mind.
I move my hand off his neck and down his body, exploring more of his body, touching every muscle, love handle, and part of him I can get my hands on. His hard breaths turn to low rumbles that I swallow down to my core. The way he reacts to me, the effect I have on his virgin body, sends shivers all over my body, making me harder and raspier than ever.
We suckle on each other’s escalating desire as if it’s the oxygen we’ve been deprived of. As if it’s sustenance and we’re both hungry, starved men.
My stomach clenches as if I’m about to explode, but instead, I push myself off the mattress and mount him.
In this position, I can see the city lights reflected in his eyes, and along with them, the passion burning bright. His lips quiver as he gazes up at me and his chest rises slowly.
“Straight, my ass,” I whisper and dive back down to his mouth.
With our bodies locked together like a puzzle, our cocks rub against one another. Jack’s hands cup my ass cheeks, and I almost choke on my own saliva.
“I can’t take this anymore,” I whisper and free his lips in pursuit of something else, something bigger to fill my mouth.
I yank his top off and throw it to the floor, taking a moment to admire his hairy chest, the tattoos wrapped around his arms, shoulders, and neck. The gorgeous full breasts. The hard pink nipples with…
“Oh. I love a nipple piercing,” I groan and dive right for one of them to suckle while using my hand to tease the other.
He strokes my face, my hair, my neck while I suck one nipple raw before I switch sides and subject the other to the same fate.
But there’s only so much teasing a man can do when he needs his mouth filled and nutted, so I continue my journey down south, massaging his belly that’s so soft and moldable under my hands, and my imagination goes wild with the image of Jack fucking me while I hold on to his love handles and stare adoringly into his thirsty eyes.
When I finally get to his hard cock, I press my face to his pants and use my lips to determine his size. And as he helps me take off his bottoms, I’m not so far off. Jack is a thicc boy, and he’s got the cock to match.
“Wow!”
“You like?” Jack moans.
“I more than like,” I growl.
“You should wait to see what it tastes like,” he offers, and I raise an eyebrow.
“Wait? Darling, I don’t wait. I feast.”
He smirks.
“Be my guest.”
“Okay, beast. If you insist.”
I wrap my hand around his girth and introduce my mouth to his swollen, purple head. It’s so happy to meet me, it even dribbles just for me. And Jack was absolutely right. He tastes heavenly.
My mouth stretches to its limit the more of him I try to swallow, but I’ve never backed away from a challenge, and I’m not giving up until I take him to the root.
So I twist and turn. I stroke him and spit on him, and what do you know, he fits so well down my throat that even Jack celebrates with a fist pump when I swallow all of him. And my reward is the best nut milk I’ve ever had.
“I bet it’ll go great with my coffee,” I say when I’ve climbed back up to him for a kiss, and he rolls his eyes at me.
“You’re a dirty bastard, aren’t you?”
I shrug.
“You call me dirty. I call me kinky.”
“Hmm…” he groans, and I tease his lips with my tongue.
