Page 19 of French Martini

Oakley leans back to make it easier for me to tug his jeans open. When I finally manage it, his cock is already attemptingto break free from the confines of his briefs, the head thick and sticky with precum. Fuck.

My hands shake with anticipation as I reach out and rub him through his underwear. He doesn’t move at all but his gaze is like a delicious trap. I’m the prey to his predator, and I don’t mind one bit.

I tug on the waist of his jeans and he lifts his hips slightly to help me get them down to his ankles. I need space for what I’m about to do. While kissing the inside of his thigh, I push his sweater up to expose his belly. The sight of him makes my stomach flip. He’s covered in soft hair and while he’s clearly in shape from his job, his edges are soft. He’s fucking perfect.

Oakley pulls his sweater over his head, tossing it aside and revealing mouthwateringpiercednipples. Just when I thought the man couldn’t get any better he fucking did.

“What do you think, kitten? Like what you see?”

I nod, licking my dry lips before gripping the waistband of his briefs. “I want you to use my mouth, Oak. Take everything you need from me. Take it all.”

He cups my chin. “What if part of what I want is to taste you?”

I nod. “I won’t deny you.”

A slight smirk tugs at his lips. “You’re full of surprises, gorgeous.” He leans forward and kisses me sweetly. “Can you take your shirt off for me?”

I do as asked, hoping he asks for more. He doesn’t even have to ask, honestly, but I’m not sure I can quite admit that part yet.

He hums, rubbing my bare chest. “Fuck, your skin is like silk.”

I nibble his thigh again, finally pulling his briefs down to reveal my prize. My breath catches at the sight of his bare cock. It’s pretty long and very thick, covered in veins, and to my horny delight, the shaft is lined neatly with a row of barbell piercings.

“Jesus, you’re trying to kill me,” I whisper.

Oakley chuckles, gazing down at me with hooded eyes. “I want to see you too, kitten.”

A secret thrill washes over me as I get to my feet and unbutton my pants, but Oakley pulls me closer and nudges my hands out of the way. His eyes are trained on my waist as he undoes the zipper and tugs them open, his breath catching when he reveals my panties.

“I fucking knew it,” he says. “I knew you were kryptonite.”

I tousle his hair with my fingers, smiling down. “You like pretty panties, big bear?”

“Sure the fuck do, kitten.” He presses his face to my cock, mouthing kisses over the silk material of the panties, but doesn’t make any attempt to remove them. Instead he pushes my pants down my body, holding me steady while I kick them off.

He slides his hands up the back of my thighs to my bare ass, squeezing before his eyes light up with a glint of mischief. “On your knees, kitten. Do your best.”

I drop down, settling between his hairy thighs, and even though I want to dive right in and bury my face in his big, furry balls, I pace myself, instead brushing my lips along the inside of his thighs until he’s squirming.

“Want to know another secret?”

Oakley nods. “I want all of them.”

I gently nip at his skin, barely brushing my nose against his balls. “I adore sucking cock. Love it. All I want right now is to fucking choke and make you scream my name like a prayer.”

“Fuck,” he moans. “Keep talking like that and I’ll come before you get your mouth on me.”

I shake my head. “That won’t do, but don’t worry. You’ll come when I’m ready for you to come.”

He raises an eyebrow. “That so, kitten? I admit I’m having trouble deciding which one of us is in charge right now.”

“You’re smart. You’ll figure it out, big bear.”

Then I finally get my hands around his shaft, smiling as he trembles at my touch. The head is shiny with precum, and I can’t resist any longer, gently sucking him into my mouth to taste him. He sucks in a breath, moving his hand to the top of my head but not pushing down, just holding it there. Good bear.

As much as I’d love to drag this out and tease him for hours, I don’t have the patience. It’s been way too long since I’ve had the pleasure of a cock in my mouth, and I can’t remember if I’ve ever had one as nice as this.

Starting at his balls, I drag my tongue along his shaft, my tongue rippling over his piercings, then I swallow as much of his length as I can. Oakley’s moan is music to my ears as I rise on my knees to deepthroat him. He twists his fingers in my hair, tugging just enough to cause a pleasant sting, and spreads his legs obscenely wide.

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