Page 102 of Fly Back to Me
I’ve given blowjobs before, but he seems to be expecting someone with an expert-level skill. I’d say I’m sitting at the intermediate tier.
I’ll die before admitting that.
I lock my eyes with his, winding my palm around the base of his dick. My tongue pokes out to lick a trail up the satin underside of his shaft, and a hiss leaks through his teeth.
He fastens his hold on my hair, my tongue swirling around the smooth head in response. My lips close around the tip, concealing my teeth before I suck half of him in my mouth. I flatten my tongue against him, bobbing my head in a calculated rhythm as I stroke the base.
“On your knees. Mouth stuffed like a little whore. You look so pretty, baby,” he coos.
I moan around his cock, his fingers massaging my scalp as I draw more of his length in. My pace kicks up just as he gentlythrusts to the back of my throat, the burn dousing my body with adrenaline.
“Suck me,” he breathes hoarsely.
Tears poke the corners of my eyes, a line of drool hanging from my mouth as I meet his pumps. But the increased force of his thrusts prove to be too much when I heave.
He tears his palms from my hair, fixing them beside him as his head rears back in compliance. I track him with teary eyes, treasuring the way the thick veins in his neck and arms protrude as he abandons all his control.
He grabs himself, his glassy and icy-blue stare greeting me again. His mouth droops in a trance, and then he’s coasting his dick down the cushion of my lower lip.
Spurts of cum whack my chin and swells of my breasts, his groans flexing his handsome face before my lips absently seal.
“No, no, no. Give me that mouth,” he breathes. His free digits pry me open so he can finish unloading inside. “Take it. Swallow me.”
His shaft pulses, his rigid body flinching as his salty excitement hits the back of my throat. And then I’m sucking him dry.
His brows weave in a blend of pain and joy, eyes glittering with adoration for the sight before him.
Me.
Covered in him.
Until he falls limp.
I drift toward his balls, paving a trail of saliva until I’m sucking one into my mouth. He mutters expletives, sinking his back into the mattress as his hands rip into his dark hair. I stare in worship as his strong and steel body spasms under my touch, massaging his delicate skin through my needy lips.
I feel invincible watching him crumble, my attention locked on him as he whimpers through the dose of ecstasy. “Oh, fuck,fuck, fuck,fuucckk.”
Frayed breaths pour from him, his gaze stationing to the ceiling as he reaches for me. His hips twitch, a hiss trickling from him when he swats my chin away.
He’s letting me know we’re done. It’s not up for debate.
“That pussy nice and wet for me?” he rasps.
I wipe my slick chin, my legs squeezing the arousal smeared on my inner thighs. “Yes.”
“I think you need a more comfortable seat.” He skates his body back until he’s lying down with his head propped on a pillow, one leg bent up.
My stomach tumbles as our gazes knot together, and I stand just as he coaxes me over with a finger.
“You like your new necklace? Bring that sexy ass over here,” he entices, lust trailing his tone.
His playfulness injects me with the same spirit. I sink my palms and knees into the mattress, biting my lip as I crawl my way up to him over the navy bedspread. And when I’m hovered above him, he hooks his forearms between my legs to position me over his head.
Two rough palms knead my ass, and I quiver when his lips trail light kisses above my sex. Fiery jolts dance along my skin with every naughty flick of his tongue. All my tension channels to my nipples, hardening them to sharpened points as my hands surf the thick waves on his head.
I purse my lips, breath caught in my lungs when he scoots his body so his mouth is directly under me. His grip loosens around my ass, hands drifting along my thighs in an affectionate caress.
“You’re tense, stop that,” he whispers.
