Page 47 of Cocky Jerk

“Open for me, dollface.” Without hesitating, her lips part and I shove my fingers into her mouth. “Thatta girl,” I whisper, watching as her cheeks hollow out and she sucks on them.

She’s going to look so good with my cock in her mouth.

So fucking good.

Patience, man.

It will kill you.

Fucking wreck you.

Her tongue swirls around my fingers as I slowly draw them out of her mouth.

“God, you’re a sight,” I rasp.

A beautiful fucking sight.

Her fingers move to my boxers and close around my cock.

“Please,” she begs. “I can’t wait any longer.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” she questions, cupping my balls through the black fabric.

“I’m not done with you,” I argue, taking her nipple between my teeth.

“You proved your point.”

“Did I?” I say against her breast.

“Yes,” she cries, lowering my boxers until my cock springs free. Her fingers close around my shaft, and my mouth stills around her nipple. Closing my eyes, I let myself revel in her touch for a moment before I cover her hand with mine, guiding it up and down my shaft before pushing her away.

“Marco.”

“Flip over,” I demand, shucking the boxers down my legs. Like my jeans, I kick them off. Her brows furrow as she stares back at me. “On all fours, Antonia. Now.”

Her eyes light with excitement and I watch as she rolls over, giving me a spectacular view of her ass. I jerk my cock as she moves into position, her knees and palms working to lift her body off the mattress.

Pulling my hand away from my shaft, I climb on the bed behind her. I slide my hands between her legs and push them apart. Fitting my head there, I drop my back to the mattress. My hands curl around her thighs. She looks down at me. Eyes locked, I swipe my tongue over the lace.

“You want to come?” I ask.

She nods and I move her panties aside once more.

“Then fuck my face until you come, beautiful.”

Chapter Fifteen

Antonia

Marco doesn’t have to sayit twice. I lower myself onto his waiting mouth, wrap my fingers tightly around the wrought iron bars of his headboard, and rock slowly against his tongue. Being on top allows me to chase my orgasm without interruption. He can’t tease me anymore and he can’t bring me to the tip of the crest to steal my pleasure. I’m the one in control and I love it.

The scruff of his five o’clock shadow.

His playful nips.

The languid strokes of his tongue and pressure against my clit.

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