Page 15 of Black Lace

I take this opportunity to kiss her again, running my hands all over her body, unable to truly believe this is happening. I break our kiss and gently push her to her knees, eager to have her mouth around my cock.

She deftly unbuttons my jeans, drops them to my ankles, then pulls my briefs down over my cock. It’s painfully hard and jerks when I’m exposed to her. It’s strange to watch the woman of my dreams groan in excitement at the sight of my erection.

This is hot as hell, and when she takes me in hermouth, I groan as well. Her tongue is warm and wet as she swirls it around the head of my cock before she begins moving back and forth on me.

She’s even more amazing than my fantasies. Ben talked about her blow jobs and I hated it. For years he bragged about how good she was and I felt terrible because of how badly I wished it was me who was on the receiving end. It turns out he didn’t give her enough credit.

She takes my cock so deep that it slips down her throat, her nose touching my stomach when she does. Over and over, she does this, sucking me hard and giving me the best blow job I’ve ever received.

I have no idea how long she’s been blowing me when she looks up at me and catches my eye. The sight of her with her nose all the way to my stomach as my cock makes its way down her throat is so good that I can’t believe how amazing this woman is.

“You’re fucking hotter than I ever imagined, Tiffany Carter.” I’m totally in awe of the woman in front of me.

She slowly removes me from her mouth, licking my cock from base to tip as she does. “And just what did you imagine about me, Declan McLean?”

“This. You on your knees in front of me. You bent over while I fuck you from behind. You in every fucking position possible, with me in every available hole you have,” I admit with a cheeky grin, and it’s a huge relief to be able to answer her honestly.

She leans forward, using her tongue to circle the head of my cock once more, and I shudder as she asks me with an eyebrow raised, “Just how often did you think those things about me?”

“Pretty fucking often,” I confess with a smirk. “I can’t wait to hear you scream my name in person.”

“So sure of yourself,” she laughs and puts my cock in her mouth again, swirling her hot, wet tongue around the head.

“No, Sexy, I’m sure of you. I know your sexy ass will find an orgasm if you want one, and I think you fucking want one.”

Cold air hits my cock as she stands up, then looks me in the eye and says, “You think you know me so well?”

“Yes, I do.”

I pull her top off over her head, dropping it next to us before I undo her bra and toss that aside as well. I’m left staring at two perfect, full breasts with stiff pink nipples jutting out. I’m in awe that I actually get to touch her as I reach out to cup them. I stroke my thumbs over her nipples and revel in the sexy moan she makes in response. She reaches between us and wraps her fingers around my cock, stroking it slowly with her soft hand.

I don’t want to blow in her hand, so I divert my focus to her breasts, taking pleasure in the sounds she makes as I swirl my tongue around the taut peak of one.It’s a learning experience I thoroughly enjoy as I lick, suck, and gently nip her nipple with my teeth. Each movement teaches me something about her. She moans when I lick, pants when I suck, and gasps as she grips my cock tight when I bite.

I move to her other breast, eager to repeat my experiment and learn the scientific art of pleasing Tiff as she torments me with her hand. I’m eager to see how she responds to my tongue elsewhere on her body, so I begrudgingly pull away from her to strip naked.

Tiff watches me, and it’s surprisingly normal despite being so incredibly strange. Her breasts are on display, but I want to see the treat hidden beneath her jeans, so I push her onto the sofa next to us.

She lands on the chaise section, and I climb on after her and push her up so her head is against the back of the sofa. I unbutton her jeans, then yank them and her panties off, along with the shoes she’s wearing. I blink at them as her clothes hit the floor, surprised for a moment that they came off so easily.

However, all thought is wiped from my mind as I turn back to look at Tiff. She’s naked in front of me. Everything I ever wanted, but also so much more. I’m honored that she is giving herself up to me, and I want to make sure that she is completely satisfied by this experience. I bite my lip as I place a hand on each of her knees and push her legs open.

Her pussy glistens with juice, and her breath catchesas I stare at it. I use my pointer finger to trace the line from bottom to top, listening to Tiff’s pants for breath as I do.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” I tell her truthfully before I bury my face in her pussy.

She tastes so fucking good, and I use my tongue to trace the same line as my finger followed, licking her clean before I spread her lips to find her clit. I flick my tongue back and forth across it as I fuck her with my fingers.

“Declan.”

God.

My name sounds amazing coming out of her mouth like that. She moans it in a way that I’ve only ever dreamed about.

I can’t resist teasing her, so I lift my head to grin at her. “Yes, Sexy? Did you need something?”

“Don’t stop!” she squeals with her eyes wide.

I love that she wants this as much as I do, and I laugh at her response as I dive back into her glorious pussy. She writhes underneath me, her pants for breath coming faster as her body shakes. I nip her clit with my teeth, and she comes apart underneath me.

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