Page 49 of The Little Black Book

“I know you said you don’t need more,” she says, “but I do.”

Gripping my length, she bends over onto her hands and knees and slips the head into her warm, wet mouth. A deep growl slips through my lips as she swirls her tongue around me. Her blonde hair is blocking my view, so I reach out and wrap it around my fist, holding it out of the way so I can watch her suck me.

The vibrations travel straight to my balls when she hums, and my hips buck involuntarily, driving my cock deeper into her mouth. She hums again, sucking me hard before dragging her tongue back up my length.

“Touch me,” she says quickly before sucking me back in, so I reach out with my free hand to play with her hanging breasts.

I knead her flesh before pinching and tugging on her nipples, and the sounds she makes drive me crazy. Her small hand circles the base of my cock, pumping in time with the movements of her mouth. Feeling my balls start to tighten, I move my hand from her breast to her pussy, groaning when I find her dripping wet.

“Sucking my cock turns you on,” I say softly between heavy breaths as I push one finger inside her.

Her mouth pops off my cock with a loud moan, and she meets my gaze with liquid eyes as I fuck her with my finger. Not breaking the eye-contact, she slowly lowers her mouth and licks the length of me like a lollipop.

A sudden need to be inside her ricochets through me, so I release her hair and pull my finger from her. With a quick roll and twist, I’m on my knees behind her, my hands gripping her underwear and yanking the garment down her thighs. Zoey looks at me over her shoulder with need shining in her eyes, then lowers her upper body to the mattress while pushing her ass up into the air. Lining my cock up with her entrance, I drive my hips forward, impaling her in one swift thrust.

“Yes,” she screams, pushing back against me and rolling her hips.

Her pussy squeezes me in a warm, wet grip, and I know I’m going to come.Soon. Leaning over her, I slip my arm around her and slide my fingers over her clit, rubbing it in rapid circles as I pump my hips. The sounds of our skin slapping together mingle with our heavy breaths and low moans, and fuck, I hope she comes soon because I don’t know how much longer I can hold off.

She’s too fucking warm and wet.

Too sexy.

Too perfect.

She stiffens beneath me just before her inner walls clench down. The squeezing sensation sets off my own orgasm, and I shout as I drive into her again and again drawing out her release, as well as my own.

When we both float back down to earth, I fall to the side, bringing Zoey with me. Tucking my knees beneath hers, we spoon as the movie plays, French Stewart’s character shouting about how he tricked his psycho ex-girlfriend in a Vegas wedding chapel, followed by her grabbing a guard’s gun and shooting him in the ass.

Zoey laughs, and I tighten my arms around her.

“I’m full-on Liberace gay,” she says in sync with the movie, chuckling again.

“We’ll have to watch it again so I can see the whole ending,” I say, nuzzling my face against the back of her neck.

“Definitely,” she says, reaching back to push a hand into my hair and tugging it lightly.

“But first, how does a bath sound?”

“It sounds heavenly,” she says, sighing as she snuggles back against me.

“Good,” I say, kissing her shoulder. “You go draw a bath, and I’ll order some food so it will be here by the time we finish.”

“Good plan,” she says, flipping over to kiss me on the lips before climbing from the bed.

I call in an order for some Chinese food to be delivered, nodding to myself when the employee says it’s going to take an hour to arrive. That gives us plenty of time for our bath.

I walk into the bathroom to see Zoey standing before the mirror, gloriously naked while wrapping her hair up into a messy bun on top of her head. Moving in behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist and press a kiss to her shoulder. She meets my gaze in the mirror, a soft smile playing about her lips.

Then she turns in my arms, kissing me lightly before leading me to the tub. I hold her hand as she climbs in, then I step in behind her and sit. She slides back, settling between my thighs. Then she leans back against my chest and I hug her to me, my hands splaying across her stomach as I sigh with contentment.

I could get used to this.

Knowing our food is on the way, we keep everything pretty PG-13 in the tub. We clean each other with soapy hands, stealing kisses every few seconds, and laughing every time one of us finds a particularly ticklish spot on the other.

By the time we finish, drain the water, dry off and get dressed, there’s a knock on the door. I give Zoey some cash from my wallet and send her to answer the door since I’m dressed in my boxers and she has a light robe on.

I need to bring some extra clothes next time we do this.

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