Page 20 of Wright Kind of Trouble

With our eyes still connected, I drew a black-painted nail down the length of him. He bucked into my hand, and I grinned.

“Are you just going to play with it?” he asked.

“No,” I told him, mischief in my voice. “I have other plans.”

My hand slid into his boxers and circled the head, sliding down, down, down to the base. My eyes widened in shock. And his satisfied look was pure delight. He liked my shock. He liked it a lot.

He was…big.

BIG.

I didn’t understand how pants contained him. How anything contained him. I certainly didn’t know how I was going to contain him. In fact, I was having second thoughts about how exactly this was going to be possible.

“You said you had other plans.” His hand came up to cup my jaw, and he brushed a finger across my dark red bottom lip. “Are you going to tease me, or are you going to suck my cock?”

“What if I’m a cocktease?” I asked, squirming at the mere thought.

His eyes went dark and hooded. “Then, it’s only fair that I edge your next orgasm the rest of the night.”

My mouth popped open, and he stuck his thumb inside before I could utter a word.

“Yes. Just like that, baby girl.”

I closed my mouth around his thumb, teasing the tip with my tongue. I’d given plenty of head before. I actually enjoyed it. But now, I was debating whether or not him edging me all night would be a punishment or a privilege.

Hmm.

He didn’t give me much of an option as his pants dropped to the floor and he replaced his thumb with his cock. I opened wider to accommodate him, and still, it was a stretch on my jaw. My hands went to his hips, and I bobbed forward and back on his length. Well, as much of him as I could fit in my mouth. But what I couldn’t, I made up for with my hand on the shaft and unbridled enthusiasm for the task. I wanted him to come hard enough that he also turned into a fucking puddle on the ground.

“Fuck,” he growled, his hands moving into my long blonde locks. “Fuck yes, baby girl, just like that. Fuck, your mouth feels so good. So hot and wet. You’re making me so hard that I’m not going to be able to hold on.”

His words only drove me forward. Heating me up just as much as he was. Somehow, he lengthened more as he throbbed inside my mouth. A desperation took over as he was barely able to hold himself back.

Just as I felt he was near the edge, I slipped a hand to his balls and massaged them. He grunted, thrusting deep into my throat. Hard enough to make me gag, but then he was coming, hot and salty into the back of my throat. I could do nothing but swallow him down. My eyes were watering as he retreated, and he ran his thumb over an unshed tear.

“Perfect,” he told me, adoration in those eyes. “I’m going to need that pussy now.”

And I was shocked to see he’d lost none of his hardness from the orgasm. It was still long, thick, and veiny, now pointing upward.

He stepped over to a side table, removed a condom, and slid it onto his impressive length. I took the time to pull the side zipper on my dress and shuck the garment onto the floor.

When he turned back around, he widened his eyes, hand on his cock, pumping once, twice.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groaned.

I felt the same. With his pants discarded, I could see his powerful thighs and his tight ass and every corded muscle in between. I’d never been so turned on just from looking at someone.

“Come here,” he commanded.

I came to my feet, all shyness evaporating in the wake of his adoring gaze. I slunk toward him, my breasts hanging heavy, nipples pert. His hands slid to my waist, and he drew me against him. His cock was hard against my stomach between us as his lips descended, and I tasted our mingled arousal on our tongues.

He pressed me back into the bed, yanking my ass until it was nearly off of the bed and spreading my legs wide so he got a full view of my wet pussy. I was glad for the years of ice skating so that I was limber enough to hold the pose.

Then, our bodies met as he aligned his cock with my opening. Grasping my hand in his and pressing it hard back into the mattress, he thrust home.

I cried out at the full length of him plowing deep inside of me. He smothered my cry with a kiss before retreating, placing a steadying hand on my stomach, and then pulling out. It felt just as fucking good on the way out before he slammed back in. My back jerked upward on the mattress with every blow, and I was seeing stars as we united over and over again.

“So close,” I gasped.

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