Page 50 of Sweet Disaster
“Oh Gavin…yes.”
That’s what I want to hear. To give her so much pleasure she’ll remember this forever – even after she leaves. I slide her panties down to her feet, and she gracefully steps out of them.
The scent of her arousal is intoxicating, my cock jerking heavily inside my shorts. Taking the moment to divest myself of my own clothes, I drop my briefs and shorts down and then whip my shirt over my head. I tip my chin, indicating she needs to do something with her top and bra and I get back to work down below.
Her feet are only about hip-width apart, which isn’t near enough room for me to get my shoulders in between her legs. I shackle my fists around her ankles, pulling them out.
“Wider.”
Without hesitation, she widens her stance and flings her remaining clothes across the tiled floor.
“Good kitty,” I teasingly praise.
She giggles a sound so sexy that it sends electricity straight to my already-hard dick, pinning my balls up tight in desperation of release.
I stare at the beautiful girl in front of me, wondering how I got so lucky to have met her. The loneliness that I hadn’t even known existed has been completely eradicated with her existence. With her company. It’s hard to describe what this girl does to me. The feelings she evokes.
I’m conflicted over what exactly I do feel for her – it’s something more than lust. It’s a desire that’s grown from fun and flirtatiousness into a thick mass of need. Like the bougainvillea that my mother grows in our backyard, their delicate flowers blooming vibrantly but soon taking over the entire yard.
I devour her with my eyes, mouth and hands. I’m everywhere all at once and it still isn’t enough. I’m suckling her tits when I feel her hand, warm and soft, wrap around my dick. I pull back with a deep groan. Glancing down, I see her darkly painted fingernails wrapped around my length, stroking me in her hand.
“I like it when you call me Kitty,” she almost purrs. “It’s sexy.”
“Ah fuck,” is all I can say because the words are trapped in my throat as her fist tightens like a vice. Then she circles the tip, her thumb slides over the sensitive slit that would bring me to my knees if I wasn’t already there.
“Sit back,” she demands with a shove to my chest. “I want my mouth on you.”
While flexibility isn’t my forte – even with the required weekly yoga class I attend with the team - I have enough elasticity to sit my ass down into my heels, knees open wide to allow her room. She drops her head to my lap, hair spilling loose over my thighs.
I’m so distracted by this quick exchange of control, I’ve forgotten that I was going to eat her pussy just a few seconds ago.
Somehow Kady has a way of turning the tables on me and flipping my world upside down. Especially when her soft plush lips want to devour my dick.
She’s mesmerizing with one hand on my thick thigh and the other stroking my erection base to tip. But when her lips open and her wet mouth pulls me in, I lose all awareness of anything else around me. The earth could shift and the walls could crumble, and I wouldn’t notice a thing.
My singular focus is on the way Kady’s head bobs up and down and her wet tongue draws a path along the underside of my cock.
I may be mumbling. Or cursing. Hard to tell when all I hear is white noise and the sounds she makes from the wetness of her mouth. She swirls her tongue at the tip and hollows out her cheeks as she takes me in so deep she gags. Kady comes up coughing a little, sputtering for breath, but wearing a huge grin.
The break is enough time for me to remember that the bathtub is quickly filling to capacity. I was so caught up in things that my attention veered as the water is nearing the edge.
“Shit,” I yelp, blindly reaching for the steel faucet to turn it off. “That could’ve been messy.”
“Messy’s good,” she retorts, before latching back on to my dick. My groan reverberates off the tile floor when I hit the back of her throat and she swallows.
Kady’s mouth is nirvana. My cock jerks inside the wet, cavernous space and I grab hold of the tub to stay upright. I’m literally holding on to the edge of ecstasy.
She continues to suck and pull at my length, taking me back as far as she can go, activating her gag reflex each time and then swallowing it down.
“Oh shit, Kitty…just like that.”
A smile forms across her lips as she continues to work me into a frenzy. I really should pull off, flip her on her back and thrust inside of her. Or maybe onto her stomach so her breasts can feel the cool, marble tile of the floor as I cover her backside with my hot length.
My mind and body war with each other over my conundrum. Every time I consider stopping, I feel her throat constrict around my head and I nearly lose all semblance of control.
She moans around my cock and it grows harder, her pace and movements changing in tempo and variation. With one hand, I sweep her long tresses behind her head, yanking it a little in my grip as the vibrations of those moans have me thrusting into her mouth. I’m so close. And then she does the unimaginable...
My eyes are shut tight, but I hear the splash of the water. I open them to see her dipping her finger into the bubbling warmth. I feel the drops of water land on my thigh and then her hand disappears.
