Page 85 of Trip Through Your Wires

I bounce on his cock like a bronc rider, pulse racing and breathing growing ragged, but when his own breathing grows labored and I feel his fingers kneading my flesh, I can tell he’s close to coming.

I look up over my shoulder, wanting to own his release, the way he has mine, so many times. “I want to taste you,” I rasp.

He slows to a near stop, eyes hooded. “You don’t have to.”

No blowjobs. It was one of our rules. But I want him in a way I have never wanted anyone. “I want to.”

His eyes lock on mine, and when I straighten, he slips out of me, watching me almost dreamlike, as I turn around and drop to my knees. Grabbing his cock with one hand, I wrap the other around the base, and place my lips on the head and suck. His cock is warm and salty, like the ocean. Like home.

“Shit,” he puffs out, throwing one hand to the shed, and placing the other on the back of my head. “That mouth, God damn.”

Grabbing his ass with both hands, he looks down as I look up, and with our eyes locked, he starts to rock his hips back and forth. As he pulls back, I suck, and when he eases forward, I open my mouth wider.

The look in his eyes shifts from hot to carnal as I coax his enormous cock down my throat deeper each time. When I can take all of him, I bring one hand to his balls and massage them, while gripping his ass with the other

“Fuck, Sparky,” he groans, bringing his other hand to my head. “You can suck dick like a pro.”

With my eyes watering and saliva dripping from my mouth, I preen with the compliment, and really get into it. With his moans encouraging me, I take him deep in my throat, then pull back and suck in a gulp of air. I do this again and again and when he starts to knead my scalp, and the head of his cock swells, I know he’s going to come.

He looks down at me, seeking my approval, and when I nod he jerks forward, warm ropes of cum, shooting down my throat.I’ve never swallowed, let alone sucked a guy off, but I can’t get enough because watching this incredible bulk of a guy come undone because of me, is intoxicating.

He watches me take all of him, heat in his eyes clouding with ecstasy, and when his dick stops twitching, I pull back and he slips out of my mouth with a wet pop.

Reaching under my arms he picks me up, and with his sweats down around his knees and my own bunched around my legs, he shuffles over to my Papa’s old workbench and sets me down.

Yanking my sweats and undies down over my shoes, he drops them on top of the bench next to me, then pushes me down, gripping my thighs and pulling them apart. Lowering his head to my pussy he feasts on me like a man starved, sucking and flicking my now buzzing clit, while lapping at my pussy with long, seductive strokes.

“F…fuc…fuck,” I pant, and wrap my legs around his head. My insides feel like a coil being wound tight and when I look down to watch him devour me, it winds tighter.

“You taste so good,” he murmurs against my sex as my insides get hotter and the coil tighter. My chest warms and my heart pounds as my climax builds, and when the coil inside me springs free, he reaches under my ass and grabs my ass, suckling like he’s consuming the very essence of me.

“Yes,” he moans. “Give it to me. Give me that sweet release.”

A rush of electricity rushes down my spine and shoots through my body, igniting every nerve ending as I writhe and moan, heat flooding through me. I can’t breathe, can’t speak, the tidal wave washing over me making it impossible to even see straight.

When the euphoria recedes, and he pushes up and leans over me, I grab his face with both hands and kiss him. The combination of his release and my own is a combination of salt and sweet that turns me on, making me want him again.

He pulls back and reaches for my sweats, but surprising him, I hope off the workbench. “Where are you going?” he laughs.

“First one to the shower, comes first.”

Reaching for his sweats, he pulls them up quickly, but by the time he exists the shed, I have already reached the stairs to the back porch. Running into the house, I dash down the hall to the bathroom and turn on the shower. By the time he bursts through the door, I am pulling open the curtain and stepping inside.

“Close the door,” I reach for the soap. “You have work to do.”

Undressing in record speed, he climbs in behind me and when I turn around and hand him the soap, he accepts it with a smile.

After working up a lather, he places it on the shelf, then rubs his soapy hands over my back and when done, around to my front. He takes his time, caressing my boobs and stomach, before sliding his hand between my thighs and doing the same.

When done, he grabs my leg and places my foot on the edge of the tub. “Keep that there,” he commands, before reaching for the soap again, washing his body quickly, then using the adjustable shower head to rinse us both off.

When he’s done, he returns the head to its holder then grabs my hips and eases into me. Between my earlier orgasm and the soap, he slides right in, and in no time, the sound of our wet skin slapping, echoes in the shower stall.

“Say you’re mine,” he sucks my neck while pounding into me.

Slamming one hand on the wet tiles, I reach up and grab his neck with the other. “I’m yours.”

“Again,” he says urgently.

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