Page 7 of Play With Me

“I’ve got one.” She rises from unstrapping her shoes, hands going to the button of her pants. As she drops them, I swallow thickly. There’s lingerie, and then there’slingerie.

Her set is all black lace and satin—the corset top flares out over her hips and connects to a set of garters that are nothing but thick satin bands around her thighs, with a barely there, high-waisted thong.

Usually, I’m the predator. But the way she’s looking at me makes me feel more like prey.

“Are you going to stand there and stare at me, or are you going to show me what you’re working with there? Right now, you’re leaning more cocky than confident, smooth guy,” she croons, pulling a gold-foil package from her purse.

It only takes me three strides to make it to her. Without her shoes, her head barely reaches the top of my chest, putting her no taller than five-six. “So mouthy.” I cradle her jaw and tilt her head back, sealing my lips to hers. She tastes like the martini she was drinking—fruity and sweet as her tongue slides against mine. Cupping my hands beneath her barethighs, I lift her with ease and walk to the bedroom. Our lips never disconnect as I sit her on the end of the bed, laying her back while I continue to ravish her mouth. Her hands run down my shirt, unbuttoning my pants so she can reach in and palm my cock. When she feels along my length, her breath hitches, legs tensing on either side of me.

She breaks our kiss. “This feels promising, but I only have one condom.”

Taking a step back, my eyes travel the length of her glorious hourglass shape. “Guess I better make it fucking count then, huh?”

She leans back on her elbows, spreading her legs wide, revealing that her thong is crotchless and her bare pussy is already glistening. “What are you waiting for?”

Eyes trained on the slice of Heaven between her legs, I peel my shirt off, stalking forward before removing my pants. As I free my cock, she eyes it hungrily, licking her lips. “Good for you,” she trills, holding out the condom between her pointer and middle finger.

“Baby, we’re nowhere near ready for that yet.” My hands look giant as they wrap around her tiny waist, hauling her up the bed to the mass of pillows at the head. She lets out a little squeal as her legs cage my midsection. Pushing her knees out, I spread her legs as wide as they’ll go while scooting back to lay on my stomach. “Keep them spread.”

“Yes, sir,” she says it like a joke, laughing to herself as she cups her breasts through her top.

My hand flies between her legs to slap her pussy, relishing as she jolts in surprise before her eyes shoot to mine. I’m not gentle, and the hungry look she gives me tells me she likes it like that. “Don’t get mouthy.”

Fire dances in her eyes, making me think of a bonfire under the starry night sky. The urge to disobey blazing passionately in their depths. “Then fill it with something to keep me quiet.”

Fuuuck. This woman.

Changing my mind about eating her pussy, I straddle her chest in the blink of an eye, wrapping one hand around her thick hair while the other guides my cock to her mouth. She takes it greedily, crimson lips parting to swallow every inch of me until I’m hitting the back of her throat. Her tongue swirls around my length as she pulls back to suck the tip of my flushed crown.

Cara’s mouth on me is like the sunset at the beach. Warm as it leaves, inviting illicit trysts to take its place under the cover of darkness. She works my cock like a pro, massaging my balls with one hand while she claws her nails up my chest with the other. Where most women would need to stroke the rest of my length, she chokes on it eagerly as I hold her head and fuck her mouth while we maintain eye contact.

She pulls back with a pop, saliva dripping frommy cock down her chin as she rakes her nails back down my chest like she’s trying to scoop out my insides. “Your turn.”

“Fucking gladly.” I get back in my previous position and attack her pussy with my mouth. I’m not gentle as I shove two fingers inside her soaked slit and nibble at her engorged clit with my teeth before sucking it into my mouth in rapid succession.

“More,” she moans, “your cock is thicker than that. Get me ready for it, smooth guy.”

Adding a third, I look up to see her watching me with a mischievous grin. There’s something about the fact that she’s still dressed in all of her lingerie that is so fucking visually appealing, but makes a primal part of me want to shred it to pieces with my teeth. “Yeah? You need another one, baby?” She throws her head back, mouth falling open as I pump her with all four fingers, thumb sliding against her clit with every thrust.

Cara’s making a mess all over my hand, and I rip my fingers from her to smear it all over my chest while I grab the condom. She raises a curious eyebrow at my actions, and while I sheath my cock in the sheer latex, I tell her, “So I can smell you after you’ve left. Your scent is fucking intoxicating.”

Her little giggles are cut off by a gasp as I notch my head at her entrance, pushing inside her to my base in one thrust. She’s so fucking tight, her walls trying to resist my length before they finally welcomeand envelop me in a vise grip. “Fuck, you feel good.” She sighs.

Bracing my weight on one arm, I cradle her head with the other, forcing her to look at me. “Cocky or confident?”

I slide in and out of her wet heat as she stares up at me through her thick lashes. Her breaths are coming in ragged gasps, and mine match when she reaches between us and cups my balls as she responds, “Cocky.”

Faster than I can register, she squeezes my sensitive flesh hard before rolling me onto my back. My hands instantly find her hips as she lets go and begins to ride me. It feels like I’ve died and gone to Heaven, though I bet they don’t have vixens like her up there. She jerks her hips roughly, taking me deep and sliding my cock against her G-spot with every pass. “Holy fuck, baby. Keep riding like that.”

“Thisis what confidence looks like.” She grabs my hands and slides them up her body to cup her breasts. Pulling down her top, I roll each nipple between my thumb and forefinger. They feel real—are definitely fake—but I have no fucking complaints when she’s riding my dick like it’s a bucking bronco.

“Looks like fucking perfection.” I let go of her nipples and slap both tits, watching as they jiggle.

She leans forward to suck my bottom lip into her mouth, biting the flesh and pulling it between us. Cupping her neck with one hand, I slap her tit again,more harshly this time, with the other. Cara’s little squeals are like porn ASMR as I jackrabbit into her. The sound of our flesh slapping together reverberates around the room as she releases my lip and grabs the headboard, using it as leverage.

“Oh, God, I’m gonna come,” she says with a long moan. She reaches behind her and begins massaging my balls again. I don’t think I’ve been with a woman who pays so much attention to them, but holy fuck, does it feel amazing. It’s like she knows exactly how to handle them to heighten the pleasure.

“Fuck yeah, baby. Come all over my cock. I want you to fucking drench me.” I keep pounding into her as her walls clench around my length, milking my release from me. Her cries are loud as she comes, squeezing so tightly I can feel her ass flex beneath my fingers. With my hands full of her ass cheeks, I grind her against me, making sure to angle just right so that her clit rubs against my pubic bone.

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