Page 12 of Mr. Monroe

I shoved my hands into my hair, doing my best to think of anything but the myriad sensations from the teeth grazing over my chest to the hand that had run down along my ribs, where Nat efficiently removed my briefs without effort. Fuck, she’s good.

“Jesus,” she said, wrapping her hand around my cock as she dropped kisses down my chest, “you’re even bigger than I remembered.”

Suddenly, there was nothing; no contact, no speaking, no soft grip of her fingers that barely reached around me. My eyes snapped open, and I looked down to see her poised on her knees, staring at me like the true goddess she was.

“Damn,” she said, the breath from her words dancing across my sensitive tip, sending a jolt of energy through me. “Where do I begin?”

“You going to do something with those lips or tease me with words?” I responded, my dick practically jumping in her silky-smooth hands.

Without another word, I was entirely enveloped in the warmth of Nat’s mouth.

My eyes drifted down to where I watched her, mesmerized by the look of her mouth around my dick and how she appeared to be devouring me like I was the rarest delicacy. She paused now and then, pulling me out of her mouth to run her tongue up the underside of my cock and carefully lick up every drop of precum like it was a sin to let it go to waste.

When she opened her eyes and looked up at me through heavy eyelids, I knew I wouldn’t fucking last and that her mouth wasn’t where I wanted to finish.

I reached down, pulled her to her feet, and spun her around quickly.

“That’s not where I’m going to come,” I said, climbing up my bed so I could face her. “I’m not going to pump all of myself down your pretty throat.”

“Not now, at least,” she said, pulling me up and catching my lips with hers, and I dove into that kiss, pressing against her body with mine. I reached down and caught her around the knee, bringing it up so that her leg was wrapped around my hip.

We both groaned as the adjustment brought us into perfect alignment, and my cockhead slipped up against her perfectly slick entrance.

“What do you want, Gorgeous?” I asked, leaning down to kiss her delicate neck. “Where do you want me?”

“Stop fucking around with me,” she said, the annoyance in her voice tempered by her breathlessness, “and fuck me. Immediately.”

I plunged in, almost losing my mind at the perfect tightness of her. I kept going until I was seated to the hilt, reaching down for her hand and bringing it up, so I pinned her wrist above her head. I shook from head to toe as I tried my best not to shatter from the initial contact.

“Fuck,” she said, bringing her foot up so her toes danced along my ass. “Yes,” she whispered, turning her head to the side as I moved in deeper.

“That’s it,” I said, emerging from her and plunging forward, satisfied when I saw her eyes roll back. “Goddamn, Nat. You’re so tight.”

I barely knew what had happened when, all of a sudden, I was on my back, and Nat was moving above me. Her perfect breasts bounced as she moved up and down on my cock, her eyes shut as she lost herself in the movement.

I felt the soft movements of her pussy and knew that she was close, so I moved my thumb down to her clit and began to massage it to help her get where she was going.

“Oh, fuck.” Her eyes flew open, and again, there weren’t many more words that escaped her as she froze on top of me, the orgasm running through her, her pussy massaging my cock as she came spectacularly.

“Nat,” I groaned, thrusting up into her, “I’m not going to last much longer—”

“Then don’t,” she said, leaning down and letting her nipples brush over my chest. “I want to feel you come inside of me.”

Those words were my kryptonite, and I reached up into her hair, bringing her mouth down to mine before I flipped her onto her back and thrust into her deeper than I had before.

The orgasm broke over my head like a wave, shaking through every muscle. I froze inside her, feeling her pussy fluttering around me in a final, surprising climax as I flooded her.

“Holy shit,” I said, smiling and allowing myself to linger inside her as I moved to my side. “That was—”

“Insane,” she said, finishing my exact thought and reaching up to run her nails through my hair. “You were good the last time, but I was not expecting that. I think I’ve lost all the power in my legs.”

I chuckled. “Well, good thing you don’t need your legs to keep doing what we’ve been doing.”

“No, but I do need them to go to the Apple store.” She turned to look at the clock on my bedside table. “Which we’ve missed, by the way.”

“We’ll go tomorrow,” I said, leaning down and kissing her collarbone.

“Tomorrow?” she asked, her voice taking on a playful, Marilyn Monroe-like tone as she ran her fingernails through my hair. “I hope you have enough energy to keep this going all night because I’m not the type to curl up and cuddle.”

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