Page 40 of Sticky Fingers
Chapter Twelve
Sonia
This didn’t goas I had planned.
My plan was a simple one: get in, check out what’s the deal with the painting, and get out. Now, I’m in bed with Malcolm, my body burning from the inside out as my pussy becomes as wet as it has ever been.
Yup, this definitely didn’t go as planned.
Still, that’s what life’s about, right? Take things as they come and enjoy the process.
How does that saying go? What matters is the journey, not the destination. Or something like that.
With both my hands on Malcolm’s naked chest, my fingernails digging into his pectorals, I force him down onto the mattress. Moving with cat-like movements, I jump on top of him, my knees on either side of his waist. With his cock firmly pressed against my pussy, I start rocking my hips, grinding against his hardness as my blood boils violently.
“This isn’t fair,” Malcolm growls, his hands resting on my ass, his thumbs hooked on the elastic band of my leggings. “Me being all naked, and you having these on…”
“Then…” I whisper softly, leaning in until my lips are brushing against his, “why don’t you think of a solution?”
“I like the way you think,” he whispers back at me, and a split second later he’s pushing my leggings and thong down my legs. I feel the fabric and his fingers slide down my legs, the warmth of his touch making me feverish for his body.
Now fully naked and still straddling him, I feel a shiver climb up my spine as my wet pussy presses down on his hard cock. I almost give in to the urge to simply grab his cock and push it deep inside me but...now that I’m finally in his bed, I don’t want to rush through things.
No, I want to take my time.
I bite my bottom lip then lean in and start laying gentle kisses on his neck, savoring his skin. I kiss him in a slowly moving line, my lips brushing down from his neck to his chest, then to his abs and finally to his…
As I finally curl my fingers around his hard cock, my heart skips a beat. He’s a god among mortals, that much I knew...
What I didn’t know was that he had a cock to match. Or should I say ‘Cock?’ I mean, as big as it is, I’m sure it deserves to be capitalized.
Gripping him tight, I part my lips and then reach for the tip of his cock with my tongue. I close my eyes as I run my tongue down the length of his hardness, going back and forth endlessly, lapping at from tip to base over and over again.
“Fuck,” I hear him groan as he places both his hands on my head, his fingers tangled on my hair.
God, just knowing that he’s enjoying it...just makes me want to suck his cock even more.
Opening my mouth wide, I lean forward and roll my lips down his entire length, only stopping when I feel my lips against the skin at the base. To be honest with you, I didn’t even know if I’d be able to pull it off—I mean, he’s freaking huge!
Moaning inwardly, I start bobbing my head back and forth, the way his cock slides between my lips making stars dance behind my eyes. Using one hand to grab his cock, allowing me to suck and stroke at the same time, I use the other to caress his balls; they’re heavy and large, and my heart tightens with anticipation.
I can already imagine the inhuman quantity of cum he’s going to unleash all over my body.
“Fuck, Sonia,” he groans once more, a little spasm making his cock twitch inside my mouth. “Seems like you’re as talented in sucking as you are in art theft…”
I grin—or, well, I try to, which isn’t easy to do when my mouth’s full. Even now, with his cock buried deep inside my mouth, he can’t let go of the painting.
I like that...I love a man who keeps his eyes on the ball at all times.
But then again, I love throwing curve balls.
Still with my eyes closed, I start sucking as if I need it to survive. Massaging his balls while I suck and stroke, I know that it won’t take long for him to come. And that’s exactly what I want to happen.
I want to feel his cock twitch inside my mouth, his salty flavor inundating me at once as he explodes.
“Not so fucking fast,” he growls, yanking on my hair and forcing me to stop.
He makes me look at him, and my heart skips a beat as I notice the grin hanging on his lips. I don’t know what he has on his mind right now, but it seems like fun.
