Page 118 of The Tempted

“What?”

“I waited a real long time to sink my dick into that mouth of yours and I want to fucking watch your face when you do it,” I said, roughly.

It was true. Getting my dick sucked was one thing, but watching Adrianna suck my dick was a different story. It was the single sexiest thing in the world watching those fucking lips wrap around my cock. She looked at me for a moment before rolling off me. She stood up and looked around the room before walking to the couch and grabbing a pillow and the bottle of whiskey from the table. She stood over me, dropped the pillow onto the floor and took a swig from the bottle, running her free hand down her breasts cupping one of them in her hand. Her nipples were standing at attention, begging me for more play time, but if she didn’t get my dick under control I was going to fucking die.

She strutted around my living room, taking her sweet time, purposely stepping over my face, giving me a glimpse of that wet pussy one more time before she got down on all fours and dipped her head, taking my cock into her mouth.

I groaned loudly, my fingers threading and fisting her hair as my dick disappeared inside of her mouth.

Her lips worked the length, her tongue trailing the underside of my dick until it flicked over the head. She lifted her eyes, locking them with mine and I watched as her tongue wiped away the drippings of my early release. Her lips curved into a wicked grin as she brought me back inside her mouth, closing it tightly around my dick, mimicking the feel of her tight cunt clenching around it. My balls felt heavy, and as pathetic as I felt, I was going to fucking come in her mouth if she kept that up.

It was established early in our relationship I liked watching her whenever I fucked her mouth. Her face was so goddamn gorgeous, those fucking eyes, so hauntingly beautiful, was enough to get me off. Always had been. I lifted my hips, thrusting my cock as far into her mouth as she could take me. Once. Twice. I may have been the one fucking her mouth but she was fucking me with her eyes.

She pulled my dick from her mouth, her lips plump and pursed as she took my engorged head and rubbed it against her nipples. Holy Fuck!

She moaned, grinding her pussy against my leg as she brushed my cock across her breasts, nipple to nipple. I felt like I was out of control, hanging on by a thread, I pushed her hand away and wrapped my hand around my dick.

“Press your tits together,” I managed to say breathlessly.

“Now.”

She cupped her tits in her hands and pushed them together, the mounds of flesh spilling over her tiny hands. I watched as she pinched her nipples and I guided my cock between her breasts, lifting and lowering my hips as my cock slid up and down between those glorious tits.

I used to lay in my cell and dream of this, night after night, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her pussy dripping on my leg, my dick lodged between her tits…it was my fucking nirvana.

My dick throbbed and that was it, one more thrust and I took hold of my dick as I shot my load all over her tits. She rocked her pussy against my leg harder, faster, and came right along with me. It was fucking bliss.

I dropped my head back against the wood floor as she whimpered and panted.

“Holy fuck,” I muttered, staring up at the ceiling trying to fill my lungs with air. I felt her move off me and I reached out and squeezed her thigh.

“Where are you going?” I asked taking in a deep breath.

“Anthony, look at me,” she responded, almost laughing. I lifted my head, and saw her staring down at her chest painted with my seed. She lifted her playful eyes to mine and laughed.

“Shit, I’m sorry baby,” I said, sitting up.

“The only thing you should be sorry about is that you still haven’t fucked me,” she replied, her eyes shining with mischief as she patted my chest affectionately. “It’s okay…,”

“Fuck it is,” I huffed, gripping her hips and lifting her off me. I stood up, pulling her to her feet. I wasn’t done with her, and even with my cock swollen from just coming, it was still unsatisfied.

I grabbed her face and dipped my head, closing my mouth over hers. I sucked her lip between mine slipping my tongue over hers and sweeping her mouth. Her fingers curled into my hipbone when I slowly pulled away from her.

“Let’s get you cleaned and fucked,” I said, before touching my lips gently to hers. I lifted her into my arms and carried her towards my bathroom. I ignored the nagging voice in my head that this was all a mistake. Taunting me that I should end it now, that I’d wake up tomorrow with the false sense of hope, when in reality this couldn’t be, not again. Never again.

I placed her down on her feet and pulled back the shower curtain, turning on the water, adjusting it to the way she liked it. She gave me a weary stare before stepping under the spray letting the water soak her body. I watched, inhaling sharply, as she tilted her head under the spray and pulled her hair out of the ponytail letting it cascade down her slender back.

I stepped into the shower, closing the curtain behind me and leaving the dark thoughts that tried to invade this moment outside the shower. I reached for the body wash, pouring it into the palm of my hand and then slid my lathered hands over her body. She leaned into me, her back against my chest as my hands massaged her breasts, cleaning myself from her and at the same time, igniting her fire again. She reached behind her, wrapped her arm around my neck, and looked over her shoulder at me.

“I missed you, Anthony. I missed us,” she whispered, totally gutting me.

I swallowed hard and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose as my soapy hands worked circles down her belly, my fingertips teasing between her legs, seeking her acceptance.

“I missed you too,” I whispered against her ear, taking her earlobe between my teeth. Her legs slid open and I watched her eyes close as my fingers drew lazy circles over her pussy. Her hand closed over my wrist, moving my hand, telling me what she wanted. I slid a finger inside of her about to shove another one in when she turned around, eyes wide.

“No…not this time,” she moaned, taking my face in her hands, wiping away the water that trickled down my face. “This time you need to fuck me. I need to feel what I’ve been missing since you went away,” she swallowed, her eyes holding mine captive.

“Please,” she begged.

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