Page 11 of Maid to Desire
He released his hold on me and I slid down his body. A bulge pressed against me. I trembled at the thought of his cock as I stood on my own. I looked down between us and stared at his hard-on pressing against his pants.
“I think you need some relief,” I said innocent-like biting my lip and looking up at Tyler.
“That I do,” he smirked. He took hold of my hand and placed it on his hard-on. I squeezed his cock through his pants.
“You’re huge,” I gasped. Tyler chuckled then kissed me swiftly.
“Hopefully, not too big?” he grinned.
“Only one way to find out,” I smirked and began to work the button of his pants while he swiftly took off his shirt.
With the button and zipper undone, I worked his pants down his legs. When they were down, he stepped out of his shoes and pants.
“Mmm. Commando,” I smiled as his cock sprung free. The length and thickness made my mouth gape open and water.
“Is the size okay?” he asked, grabbing his dick and stroking it slowly.
“Fuck,” I moaned, watching his erotic tease. “It’s… big.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
I shook my head in response and continued watching him. It was my first time seeing a dick up close and personal. I had always found it sexy to watch a guy in porn jack-off, but seeing Tyler took the arousal to a whole other level.
“You like watching?” His question made me bring my gaze up to his. “Tell me. Tell me what you like, beautiful.”
“I-- I like watching you touch yourself,” I admitted weakly. Nerves suddenly rose in me. Why they weren’t around the last few minutes was beyond me; however, they were in full force now.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Tyler smiled gently. “I like knowing I turn you on.”
“You do?”
“Mmhmm. It’s sexy.” His hand began moving faster and I couldn’t help but look down. He stroked his cock not just faster, but rougher too. “You like this?”
“Yes,” I whispered with my eyes fixated on his dick. The tip was wet with pre-cum and I fought the urge to lick it off. I wanted to taste him.
“Can I see you too?” he asked, gaining my attention. I looked at him and he grinned. “Please.”
“You want to see me… naked?”
“Yes,” he moaned. “But only if you want me to.”
His words were jagged as he continued to work his hand up and down his dick.
“Fuck, this is so sexy,” I admitted letting out a breath that I hadn’t realized I was holding.
“Can I see you, Beautiful?” he asked huskily.
Taking a deep breath, I gained courage from somewhere deep inside me. I slipped my shirt up and over my head.
“Fuck,” Tyler groaned.
His free hand reached around my back. With quick movements, he undid my bra and pulled it off. My tits were now exposed to the cool air of the room and his wolf-like grin. A shiver ran up my spine.
His fingers tiptoed lightly across my stomach. Embarrassment flooded me. Tyler was sexy and fit. I was-- not. I had curves and love handles. Everything a man like him wouldn’t like.
I began to wrap my arms around my stomach to hide my insecurities, but he shook his head.
“No. Don’t hide. Please,” he whispered, smiling down at me. “You’re perfect.”
