Page 34 of Her Hat Trick Daddies
I pull back from the kiss, giving her bottom lip a teasing nip on the way out. She’s breathless, her lips parted like she wasn’t ready for me to stop, chest rising fast, and for a second, I just take her in. There’s something in her eyes, gripping me harder than it should.
I reach for the buttons of her lightweight suit jacket, half-expecting a blouse or slip underneath. Something that’ll make me work for it. But there’s nothing. Just the jacket and a silky bra.Hot. Fucking. Damn.She wore this forme. She had to. A barely-there thing in deep violet with blue roses stretched across the cups. No wonder her nipples perked the second I touched them earlier.
My mouth is already watering. I have to taste her. I dip my tongue into the notch at her clavicle, then drag it up along the column of her throat, tasting skin that’s warm and faintly sweet, like perfume and heat. When I reach her ear, I nip at the shell until she hisses, breath catching. The sound goes straight to my cock. I loop my arms around her, pulling her flush against me. She feels so good. Too good.
Maybe it’sjust been too long for me. Maybe I’ve been buried in work too long, forgotten what it’s like to have a woman pressed up against me, pliant and willing. I need to make more time for this. Forplay.
Her hand’s already stroking me through my pants again. If she thought I was hard before, she’s in for a surprise. My cock’s so thick and swollen now, the skin pulled tight and aching, every throb deep in my gut and balls.
All it takes is a tug at the waistband, elastic giving way under her fingers, and I feel the rush of cooler air hitting my shaft. She must’ve dragged the boxer briefs down with it, because I’m fully exposed now.
“Christ…” she breathes, staring down at my cock. “It’s so veiny.”
She runs a finger along one of them, like she’s tracing a road map.
“I take it you like a veiny cock?”
Her eyes lift, locking with mine as she tips her head back slowly. “There’s just something about it,” she murmurs, “makes it look… big… savage…masculine.”
That word does something to me. My hips jerk forward, automatically, instinctively, seeking more.
She doesn’t flinch. Instead, she wraps her hand around my length and starts stroking slow, smooth, with just enough pressure to test my control. But I don’t do slow. Never have.
“Faster,” I growl. “Harder.”
She obeys. And fuck, do I feel it. She strokes me like she’s known this cock for years, working me until my balls are so tight it hurts. I’m right there, teetering, ready to lose it all over her perfect little hand.
But not yet.
I grope for the zipper on her skirt. Find it. Yank it down in one clean, metallic hiss. The skirt hits the floor, and I strip it from her legs, leaving her in nothing but those high, fuck-me heels. And those? Those are staying on.
What man doesn’t want to fuck a woman in heels?
Her thong matches her bra, a flimsy little thing that's begging to be owned. I peel it down slowly, savoring the reveal of every bare inch. Once they hit her ankles, I pocket them like the prize they are.
“These are mine now,” I murmur.
“That right?” she breathes, lips curling into a wicked little smirk, tits shuddering slightly with every breath.
I dive in, sucking one nipple into my mouth, rough and greedy. She gasps, arching into me like she needs it. I switch sides, switching tits, grabbing her ass in both hands and squeezing hard before releasing with a smack. Then I drag my nose down, past her belly button, until I’m kneeling, buried in the heat between her thighs. She smells like raw sex and burnt sugar kissed with salt, and I want to drown in every drip of it.
“Spread those legs, darlin’.”
Propping one leg up on the bench, she gives me the perfect view. Her pussy’s mostly bare, just a thin little strip of pale blonde hair along her slit. She’s so fucking wet.
Lucky doesn’t even begin to cover it.
I smooth my hands along her inner thighs, feeling how tight her muscles are, picturing them wrapped around my head. I press my thumbs into just the right spots, coaxing her legs wider, then swipe my tongue up the length of her pussy in one long lick.
“Oh god,” she whimpers.
Making a woman cry out for heaven while she’s drenched forme? That’s the real religion. Another lick, and I pause. Just long enough to tease her.
“What is it?” she pants, eyes dark and unfocused.
“Nothing,” I say, licking my lips, tasting her.
“Don’t just tease me like that,” she says, her voice trembling.
