Page 35 of Off Season

Yes. This is what I want.

I’m in my bra and panties by the time we reach my room. He’s in his boxer briefs and thank fucking god he’s packing heat. It would have spoiled the illusion and the weeks-long buildup for tonight if I didn’t see a giant bulge in his underwear. I felt it on my ass in the hotel but seeing it with my eyes is a whole other thing.

I grab for his cock and mumble into his mouth, “I need to suck your dick.”

He growls before pushing me down onto my bed. My body flows up and down with the ripples of the water.

He laughs. “Holy shit. You really do have a waterbed.”

“Fuck yes I do. Time to get your fishing rod all wet in these waters.” I smile. “Be careful; there are sharks in here.” I chomp down hard with my teeth a few times, making a clacking noise.

He glances down at his cock, looking like it’s going to poke a hole in his boxers. “I’ve got a lot of meat for the sharks. Hope they can handle it.”

I motion toward the severely tented boxer briefs. “I can see that. I might gag on your megalodon.”

He smirks. “Sweetheart, gagging on my dick during a blow job is the official signal of love.”

“How so?”

“You’re choosing me over oxygen.”

I giggle. God, I love how much he makes me laugh.

He flicks his tongue suggestively. “Time to go deep sea fishing.”

He reaches down and violently pulls my panties down my legs before tossing them aside. I did want to suck him off first, but I can go with this change in course.

He falls onto my bed with his head between my legs. The whole bed ripples again. I love this freakin’ bed.

Pinning my legs wide apart, he takes a long, slow lick through me, leaving no inch untouched before lifting his head and wiggling his eyebrows up and down. “Que deliciosa.”

I don’t speak Spanish, but I can figure that one out.

I’m feeling very happy about my recent pineapple intake. “Do I taste sweet like candy? Which brand? Maybe something fruity? Maybe chocolaty? Which is it?”

His blue eyes lift and meet mine. “You taste like pussy, and that happens to be my favorite flavor, being a cheetah and all.” He clacks his teeth like I did mine earlier.

He then drops his head and plunges his tongue into me. Fuck yes. I lift my hips a bit to allow him deeper access.

He knows what he’s doing in there, hitting every spot I need. His fingers gently brush over my clit every few seconds, teasing me, making me crave his touch all the more.

His whole demeanor is making my pussy leak. I’m so turned on by him.

Women are usually much better at this than men, but not this man. Cheetah knows the right buildup. I hate when men go right to the main event thinking you’ll come faster. It has the opposite effect. They should have classes for men on the importance of the slower buildup.

After minutes of teasing, he slowly works his tongue up to my clit. I look down at him. He’s got ecstasy written all over his face. I love that he enjoys it.

His tongue lightly grazes my clit several times. I’m writhing, desperate for more. I can’t take it slow anymore. Eventually, I grab his hair and push his face into me.

He chuckles before finally giving me what I need. God damn, it’s good. His tongue works at a perfect pace while his fingers now tease my entrance. It’s like this fucker is inside my brain, knowing how much I need the slower escalation.

His fingers gradually move deeper and deeper until I can’t take it anymore and I explode all over his face. I yell out and thrash throughout my entire orgasm.

He looks up with a face covered in me. “I like the way you come.”

“I like it when you make me come. Let’s do it again.”

He smiles as he stands. I immediately sit up and pull his boxer briefs down his legs. His cock springs free. It’s big, really big, but that’s not what’s catching my eye. It’s his balls that stand out. They’re enormous. I’ve never seen balls this big.

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