Page 77 of Unexpected

He chuckled, still slowly pumping a finger in and out of me. “I don’t think I’m ever going to be satisfied. You taste sweeter than I could ever imagine. You’re addicting.”

I glanced down, and the sheen of my release covered his beard and lips that were upturned in a sly smile.

“How do you feel?” He placed a soft kiss on my inner thigh, still gripping my ass in his free hand.

“Amazing,” I mumbled as my body began humming again. Much to my surprise, more desire was coursing through me as his finger picked up pace. It was like a drug that I could so easily become addicted to.

“I want to feel you tighten around my fingers again and hear you moan my name.” He lightly licked me and pushed his fingers deeper.

“Again?” I asked, the surprise obvious in my voice. My body seemed ready, but I had never had two back-to-back orgasms before. I didn’t know if I was actually capable.

Gauging my shocked expression and tone of my voice, he realized I wasn’t expecting round two. “Baby girl,” he muttered against me. “One is never enough.”

Within minutes, between his skillful tongue and perfect fingers, he had another orgasm blazing through me just as strong as the first.

Knowing he liked it, I let his name fall from my lips as my vision blurred and my body was overcome.

It took me another minute to recover fully, and while I did, he kissed over my thighs, down my legs and over my stomach. As quickly as I could, I pushed up on my hands, eager to touch him and return the favor.

When I sat up, I gripped his face in my hands and kissed him thoroughly. I moaned when I tasted myself on him, but out of the corner of my eye, I caught his hand pushing against his erection that was bulging against his jeans. He was so turned on after pleasuring me, and I knew I needed to feel him in my mouth, probably as much as he said he needed to taste me.

Without another word, I released his face and slid off the table. He pushed his chair back, giving me room to shimmy off the table, and I watched his face closely as I slid to my knees in front of him.

“Angel, I’m not expecting you to reciprocate. I enjoyed that just as much as you did.”

I smiled up at him, mustering as much confidence as I could and pressed my hand against his jeans. He groaned and my smile grew. “I can tell you did, and I know reciprocation isn’t required. But what if I want to do this?”

His jaw dropped when I pressed down harder. He was big. So much bigger than I thought, and I was instantly nervous. There was no way I was going to fit him in my mouth completely, but I wanted to try.

“I guess if you want to…” His words trailed off when I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down his muscular thighs. I did the same to his black boxer briefs but not before I kissed his shaft through the material. His cock twitched even with my light kiss.

I pulled his briefs off and when his cock popped free, I sucked in a breath. He was thick and long, and my mouth watered to lick over the veins running up and down his shaft. The head was red and a bead of precum had already collected there. I continued pulling his jeans and underwear off until they were discarded near my clothes by the kitchen island. He settled deeper into the chair as I wrapped a hand around him.

My fingertips couldn’t meet when I squeezed his shaft. I gripped him with both of my hands, squeezing gently and moving up and down. I had to admit that I was nervous, but with his eyes on me and drowning in desire because of what I was doing, I felt nothing but confidence.

“Fuck, this isn’t going to take long. I already feel like I’m going to explode, and you’ve barely touched me.”

I peered up at him as I twisted my hands around his cock in opposite directions. His eyes were hooded, and he was gripping the arms of the chair with such force I thought they may break. I didn’t care though, I wanted to make him feel so good that he had to break shit if that’s what it took.

“How do you like it?” I asked when his eyes met mine.

“Fuck, don’t look at me like that?”

I frowned. “Like what?”

“Like you can’t wait to suck my cock.”

“But I can’t wait.” I leaned forward and licked the bead of precum from his head. He lurched in his seat with a strained “fuck.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” I said with another teasing lick.

“What did you ask?”

“How do you like it?”

He gripped the back of my head. “Hard.”

I squeezed my hands around him tighter, and he reacted just as I wanted him to—with a low sound of pleasure that rumbled through him and another drop of precum beaded at his head.

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