Page 80 of The Shake Off

She took hold of my hand, and led me to the edge of the bed. “Well, seeing as you’ve been doing a lot of work recently, how about I start?”

I bounced onto the mattress as she pushed me back, and stood there staring down at me. I suddenly felt like I was about to lose my virginity again and made a silent prayer I didn’t blow too early, because it would only take an act of God for it not to happen.

My dick straining in my pants reminded me I was still fully dressed, and held my hand up before she moved another muscle.

“Hang on.”

I kicked off my sneakers as quickly as I could. She dodged out of the way before one hit her, but I was far too eager to be graceful. My shirt followed, then my trackpants, until only my boxer briefs were left.

She looked down at me with an arched brow and ill-concealed amusement. “Why stop there?”

I matched her smirk with one of my own, and eased off my briefs too. My cock sprang back with all the enthusiasm of a prisoner seeing freedom for the first time. Her eyes trained on me as I tugged the length, trying and failing to ease any of the pressure building inside me. I didn’t know what was about to happen, but I had no doubt it was about to be explosive. Shifting up the bed to make room for her, the mattress dipped as she knelt down and straddled my thighs.

Oh. My. God.

I couldn’t look away. I didn’t dare blink as she bent and licked along the entire length of my dick, her soft pink tongue using me as her own personal lollypop. But when she sucked on the end and left a thick trail of saliva behind, I was convinced I’d died and gone to heaven.

I was too engrossed watching her spit leak slowly down my shaft to realize she’d removed her pearl necklace and had it wrapped around her fist.

No fantasy I’d ever had in my life would live up to the reality of this moment, with this glorious, sexy as fuck woman – the one with the thick, dark brown waves and smile that could stop traffic – straddled across my thighs as she took my dick in her hand and slowly began moving up and down.

I wanted to watch; I didn’t want to miss a second of what she was doing to me, but I physically couldn’t stop my eyes rolling back in my head.

Each individual pearl on her necklace rotated over my skin giving me a thousand simultaneous tiny dick massages, all building up to the most intense sensation I’d ever experienced. I couldn’t focus, I couldn’t concentrate, I didn’t know where to train my attention as her fist rolled over my dick, and cupped the end.

It was completely and entirely overwhelming.

There’s no way the boys couldn’t hear me groaning, deep, animalistic grunts. Noises I didn’t even know existed inside me. This had to be an out-of-body experience, there was no way it was real.

My capabilities of taking a full breath had long gone; I was lightheaded, and if I wasn’t already lying down, I’d have needed to.

“Fucking fuck. Wha…”

I barely managed to open eyes to witness a sly smile cresting her lip, and she increased her speed, before slowing again. Fast. Slow. Fast. Slow.

The thousand tiny massages became almost unbearable, my hips bucked into her hand, desperate for more. I didn’t even know someone touching my dick could feel this good. If I had any composure at all, I’d stop what she was doing and flip her over, ass-up, and wipe that smile right off her beautiful face. But I’d lost my composure the second she touched me. All I could do was allow the adrenaline to course through my body.

My balls had turned to walnuts; rock hard. I swear actual electricity buzzed in them, and it was taking all my concentration to keep them from bursting. I needed to make this feeling last, but the pressure twisting in my spine was becoming impossible to ignore.

Then her fingers ran between my legs and squeezed my balls, and I was a goner.

My groan was all the warning she got as I shot into the air. My entire body seized like it was going through an exorcism; every muscle clenched tight while my dick drained itself of every drop of come I had, and the rest I didn’t realize I had.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t breathe.

Then her perfect pink tongue ran along the end of my dick and lapped across my abs, and I died.

I was dead.

It was only her soft chuckle that brought me back to the present. I lifted an eyelid to find her grinning down at me, her stomach glistening in my come like my own goddamn canvas.

“I think you’re an angel.” My voice was hoarse and gruff, making her laugh again. “Actually, I take that back. A devil. Show me your tongue, I wanna see if it’s forked.”

She grinned, and slowly stuck it out at me. Quick as a flash I sat up, fisting through her hair and grabbing behind her head. I sucked her into my mouth, tasting my exerts along with the peaches and cream sweetness that was always present. Her groan speared right in my balls as I slipped my tongue alongside hers like we had all the time in the world, and if she hadn’t been wet before, I knew she was now.

Payton might love kissing, but I was starting to love kissing her.

I gently took hold of her fist, easing off the pearls still wrapped around it. “We’re keeping these for another time. They’re not your grandmothers or anything, are they?”

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