Page 4 of The Tape Job
She’s quick. She loses the hat, slips her shoes off and wriggles out of her leggings, her creamy skin making my mouth water. Her panties come off next, and she looks deep into my eyes, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip again.
“You’re so hard for me,” she says, leaning in and kissing my jaw, peppering her way down to my neck.
“I’m always fucking hard for you, Vic.” It’s true. She doesn’t need to work to get me in the mood. I’m impatient, though. Desperate for her. “Panties. Now.” I rasp.
She hands them over to me, and I bring them to my nose. Fuck. She’s intoxicating.
She snatches them away from me and wraps them around my cock. Big strokes but painfully slow, all while she findsthat sweet spot on my neck, knowing exactly how to kiss me and how much I can take.
But I can’t take it. I’m already on the edge of coming in her hand, probably all over her panties, but I don’t think that’s where she wants it.
“You look fucking beautiful with your hand wrapped around my dick, baby,” I pant, encouraging her.
She beams at me, her hand working quicker, and she leans in so I can feel her breath on my cheek.
“Where do you want to come, love?” Her lips trail over my throat, and I clench my whole body to stop myself from coming.
Everywhere is the honest answer. I want to claim her.
I think it over briefly, my immediate choices at the forefront of my mind. Her face? No, not right now. Over her panties? While it’s a good option, I decide quickly.
“Get on your knees and open your mouth,” I say. She drops in front of me, the tip of her tongue poking out and running under my shaft for a beat before she leans back and looks up at me, eyes wide with expectation.
I take my cock in my fist and pump for my release. A groan escapes me. It doesn’t take me long to coat her tongue. Mine.
“You’re so good at taking my load, baby. You look so fucking sexy.” She looks incredible; I don’t have enough words.
I watch her tongue disappear back into her mouth, and she swallows before showing me a clean display.
“Good girl,” I breathe, pulling her to her feet and bringing her face to mine. Tasting the remnants of myself on her lips drives me crazy.
I pull my zip-up off and place it on the storage case, gently pushing Vicky to sit on top.
I drop to my knees. She knows what to do, parting her legs for me, letting me kiss my way along the smooth skin of the thighs.
She’s fucking soaking; I can see her glistening, despite the poor lighting. A few days after a fresh wax, but I never care. The landing strip she leaves is perfect, and her pussy is flawless.
My cock is hard again, but I ignore it, burying my face in Vicky’s pussy instead.
My beard scratches her, but she yelps and grabs my head, pushing me in closer. I know exactly how much pressure to apply and that she likes it just above her clit.
I slip a finger into her wetness, the walls of her pussy tight around my finger.
I always forget how good she tastes. It’s like I’ve been starved, and she’s offering respite. I lap at her, sucking gently and teasing the spot just above, knowing it won’t take her long.
Her breathing is steady, and her moans are erotic—like she’s saved them all up for me.
“I’m close,” she breathes, and I curl my finger upwards, finding her sweet spot.
Her thighs clamp around my head as she comes, her breathing jagged, her fingers clutching at my hair. It takes her a while to let me go, relaxing her thighs and releasing her grip.
“You did real good baby,” I say, moving towards her face so I can kiss her.
She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me close, kissing me like it’s our last. I want to bury my cock inside her, feel her against me, but the door behind her rattles and then vibrates as someone bangs on it from the other side.
“Lee, are you in there?”
Fuck. It’s my brother.
