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“Strip,” she finally said.
With my eyes pinned on hers, I pulled off my cut, tossing it on the chair in front of me. Everything else fell to the floor as I kicked out of my boots.
My arms remained at my sides as she walked over to me. I kept my eyes open as she reached down and stroked me a few good times.
Her thumb swiped over the tip of my cock, wiping away the pearl of pre-cum that had gathered there.
“Knees,” she said as she released my cock.
My knees hit the floor, the blow cushioned by the pile of clothes gathered around me. My hands fisted at my sides. I wanted to touch her but knew better than to even try.
The warmth of her creamy thigh spread throughout my body as she hooked her leg over my shoulder.
Without hesitation, I brought my mouth forward. Inhaling her scent, I licked my way up. Her pussy was already wet and glistening, and I wasn’t surprised to find her without panties right now.
Sometimes she had them, sometimes she didn’t. Just like sometimes she wore a garter and thigh-high stockings and sometimes she didn’t. But by her command, I knew she would be prepared for what she wanted.
We’d been doing this over a year now, so I’d been with her enough to know what kind of night it would be. And I had my suspicions as to what was going on in her head based on this one move.
Her fingers dug into my hair as I sucked on her clit. With a hard yank, she pulled my head back until I was forced to look into her eyes. I didn’t miss the way she was practically looking down her nose at me with her chin tilted up slightly. I could barely see the light blue of her eyes through her thick lashes. But I knew she was looking at me, that was part of what she needed right now.
Her hips rocked as her pussy ground into my face. Taking in a deep breath through my nose, I happily buried my face even further. I didn’t let up, my tongue working faster over her clit.
Her heel dug into my back when I started to lick around her wet entrance. My tongue plunged in and out of her as she rode my beard. She clenched her jaw and I knew she was about to come. The harder I fucked her with my tongue, the wetter she became.
I tried my hardest to hold back my smile but it was almost impossible. I might have been the one on my knees but I was the one giving her what she needed. I was the one that she turned to.
Every time I pulled back for air, I made sure to swipe my tongue over her clit a few times. I knew she was close but I could tell she needed me to draw this out a little bit longer. So I continued my pattern until I felt her leg shaking on my shoulder.
Keeping my eyes locked onto hers, I closed my mouth around her clit once more. Sucking hard, I nibbled on the little bud and watched her head tilt back as she fell apart for me. I didn’t stop until she pulled my head away with a sharp jerk. I could feel her juices dripping down my beard and I didn’t hesitate to lick away what I could.
Petra’s taste was like no other. There was no other way to describe it. Except maybe to say that her pussy was the best one I’d ever tasted.
Tonight was not one for tricks and time. I knew it the moment I got to my knees. She didn’t lead me down the hall to the room. She didn’t even try to restrain me in any kind of way and I knew better than to try and touch her.
I knew what I had to give her as I watched her walk over to the chair and rest her hips against the top of it.
“Fuck me,” she commanded as she pulled the bottom of her dress up just enough so I could see her wet pussy.
I got to my feet with urgency and took the condom that was waiting pinched between her fingers that she had held up in the air. The wrapper fell carelessly to the ground as I slid it down my leaking cock.
With my hands gripping the top of the chair on either side of her, I watched as my cock disappeared into her tight, hot pussy until I bottomed out.
She let out a soft, satisfied sigh the moment my hips met her ass.
She held herself still as I began to fuck her like we were in a race to see who could come first.
“Harder,” she barked at me, her hips moving to pound back into me.
Not gonna lie, I wanted to grab her hips and pound the shit out of her. I wanted to touch her and control how well I gave it to her. But I knew better and I feared that if I put my hands on her, this whole thing might stop. So I kept my hands right where they were, my fingers digging into the fabric so hard I swore I was going to tear it.
Sex with Petra was intense. I never knew what I was walking into but by now, I was pretty good at picking up on her moods quickly. She always had to have the upper hand, and so far, I’d let her. I wouldn’t have said that I was desperate to get any piece of her that I could, but I was a patient enough man to take it when she called. Petra wasn’t some quick piece. She wasn’t a one-and-done kind of woman, at least that was how I felt about her. I didn’t have a clue if this thing would run its course eventually but I was hangin’ on for the ride.
“Harder,” she gritted out through clenched teeth as I felt her nails dig into my forearm.
If I gave it to her any harder the chair would have ended up across the room in seconds. But I couldn’t put my hands on her to keep us still.
I clenched my ass and started pounding into her at a different angle.
