Page 49 of Just a Number

I take my engorged cock in hand and squeeze hard to stave off my orgasm so I can focus on her. She watches the movement, hunger in her eyes, and then presses the toy downwards until it makes contact.

A quiet gasp escapes her. She blinks a few times but, like me, seems reluctant to close her eyes for fear of missing the show. Ikeep tugging on my cock, being quite rough with how I handle it. She presses a button on the toy and the vibrations increase. She moans softly. I give a grunt of satisfaction, my eyes drawn to her pussy and what she’s doing.

She presses the button a few more times, the steady hum of vibration increasing each time. My hand on my cock is fine, but I’m much more interested in watching her. I alternate between watching her face as she works herself up into an orgasm and watching her hand holding that toy between her legs. She’s so wet, her cunt on display for me, making me lick my lips with need.

“I want your mouth on me,” she commands as her eyes track the movement of my tongue. “Get on your knees and worship me.” Any blood remaining north of my groin rushes to my erection.

“I’m desperate to taste you,” I groan as I kneel between her legs. Grasping the backs of her thighs, I have to tilt my head to try to get to her pussy around the toy, making me growl in frustration.

“This isn’t working. I need more,” she rasps.

I stay crouched on the floor as she flips over and rises onto her knees with her feet hanging off the edge of the bed.

I stroke a hand over her rump, enjoying her whimper. “What a perfect view. Can I get back to worshipping you now?”

“Such a good boy, asking for my permission. Yes, Alex, you can.”Jeezus, the good boy works for me.I want to give her everything she needs.

I groan as she puts the toy back on her clit. It’s much easier to access her dripping wet cunt now. I press my whole mouth to her pussy, the vibrations of her toy pulsing through my lips. I lathe her with my tongue, trying to capture every drop of her juice. Her hips roll like she’s searching for more, so I point my tongue to plunge it inside her.

“Fuck, Alex,” she shouts, and I’m glad we have the house to ourselves because there’s no way in hell I’d want her to hold that pleasure in.

I keep fucking her with my tongue, noticing the tremble in her legs.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.”

I moan into her, encouraging her. She bursts wide open and wetness floods my face. I can vaguely hear her gasping as I lap up her release.

I ease back on my heels as satisfaction lodges deep in my bones. My cock, throbbing, and forgotten, wants to protest, but I forgot all about it in my eagerness to bring Mel pleasure. She throws the toy to the side and collapses down on her belly.

I climb next to her and run a hand gently up from the top of her thighs, over her rear, and along her spine. She shivers before she lifts her head to face me with a satisfied smile.

“That was incredible. I could watch you do that all day,” I rasp.

“I think you were participating more than watching.” Her voice is almost gravelly.

“Can I fuck you now?”

“No, I’ve got other plans for you.” My brows lift in surprise.

“Whatever you want, Melody. I’m here for your pleasure.”

She pushes me down with my head on the pillows, running her soft hands over my chest as her leg swings over me, straddling my waist.

I admire the flush on her skin from the previous orgasms, her peaked nipples and her chest moving up and down in a steady breath. And her pussy, looking deliciously damp and plump, grinding against my cock.

“Fuck,” I declare as I realise I’ve forgotten something.

She frowns, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have a condom.”

“It’s okay, I do,” she says quietly. “They’re in the top drawer.” She gestures to her bedside cabinet.

I reach across and open the drawer, seeing an unopened box of condoms sitting there. I pull them out and rip at the cellophane.

“I do love a prepared woman. Were you a Girl Scout?”

She gives a husky laugh. “Hurry,” she urges.

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