Page 69 of Mike

“Then let me finish what I wanted to start in the parking lot, and take the edge off,” Joe told him, sliding her legs down over his hips until her feet hit the floor.

Before Mike could so much as make a peep, she had his buckle undone and his zipper down, working her hand into the top of his boxer-briefs to encounter…

Oh, yes. There is a God.

“Joe. I?—”

“Hush,” she told him, intent now on dropping his jeans and lifting the spandex material over his impressive length. “This is right where I want to be.”

Helping him step out of his shoes and pants took a little maneuvering, but once his lower body was bared to her, she’d never been more eager to give a man head. It was an intimate gesture that she hadn’t denied the few hook-ups in her past, vis a vis, her lips. But she hadn’t been panting and drooling over the thought of getting their crocks in her mouth.

With Mike, she was salivating so much, the resulting slide-and-glide was going to be epic.

Her first lick to his swollen head had Mike grunting. The slight suck she gave his tip elicited a moan, and when she engulfed him slowly, sinking all the way to his balls, he leaned back against the closed door, spread his legs, braced himself, and swore.

“Holy fuck, Joe.”

That was all the encouragement she needed to double down, taking him deep again and again, using her tongue to play around the sensitive underside of his sweet cap and on every sweep upward.

And he tasted sooo fine.

Mike finally gave up all pretense of civility, and she almost lost her mind when he palmed the back of her head, wrapping his hand around her ponytail to forcibly guide her movements, tugging her roughly while she ate him up.

Joe couldn’t help the moan that had her throat contracting around his stiffness, because when Mike took charge, he took charge. The added pressure she lent to his girth ramped up his libido, and the slight pain of the pull on her scalp along with the deep rumble emanating from his chest, made Joe tingle from the tips of her breasts down to her clitoris which was begging to be tweaked.

She couldn’t help herself. The hand that wasn’t engaged in the blowjob, lowered between her thighs to thrum against her little bud, herself.

Mike looked down, and…

Joe was yanked off him in a heartbeat.

“Wha…?”

“That’s my job,” Mike scolded in a guttural voice she’d only heard once before, at the quarries. He put his hands under her armpits and drew her from her knees, but didn’t stop there. He threw her up and over his shoulder, smacking her bare behind with intent as he strode toward her bed.

Joe moaned her approval.

If he thought taking her hand away from her clit had deterred her pending orgasm, he was mistaken. His he-man tactics—along with that sharp sting to her derriere—had Joe’s little bud throbbing overtime, like it had its own heartbeat.

Her back hit the mattress and Mike was on her in a blink, holding himself motionless a scant inch above her, but with his big body covering hers so completely, Joe felt small. Which was a rare thing for a woman who was five foot ten.

She bowed up into his chest and mewed at the material still between them. “Shirts off,” she gasped as he pinched her nipple through the T.

Mike didn’t argue. He reared up onto his haunches and shucked the shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor, then reached down and did the same to hers. His eyes practically shot fire as he gazed down at her complete nakedness, but Joe wasn’t waiting to see what his next move would be. She took him in hand again, giving a defining tug and twist. “You have a condom?” she asked hopefully. Joe wasn’t on the pill, and didn’t want to take any chances. Mike was forty-two and already had two kids. If she found herself knocked up, he might not be pleased.

Mike grinned, pried her hand from its prize, and practically leapt off her, heading to where she’d peeled off his pants. He bent down, then stood up and unfurled a sleeve of six. “Will this do?” he asked cheekily.

“Maybe,” she returned with equal sass. “At least for the first couple hours. Now roll one on and get back here. Unless you need me to do it for you?” She reached her hands out in his direction, her eyes on the impressive stallion jutting out from between his legs.

“Nope,” he said, ripping into a packet with his teeth as he stalked closer. “You touch me again and I’m a goner.” He threw the balance of their protection on the bedside table before he wrapped up, then came down over her again. “Now where were we?”

“You were about to make my night,” Joe replied, planting her heels on the mattress, and thrusting her hips upward to take him.

“Hell, yes,” Mike hissed, notching himself at her entrance.

Joe moved again, and Mike slipped in an inch, she was so wet.

Yes! Even though it had been a while for her, she was primed. She opened up willingly as if her vajayjay was Ali-Baba’s cave and Mike’s penis was the magic word.

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