Page 15 of Ward
“You have incredible muscle structure,” Yvette muses. She leans up on one elbow and reaches her hand out to stroke up the top of my thigh, rounding my hip, grazing her way up my stomach. Her long, manicured nails dragging across my bare skin,right there, her dark hair draped over one milky breast—it’s all insanely tantalizing. My cock punches skyward. I watch her movements with a delirious, drugged expression. I reach down toward my sex in attempt to release even a modicum of pressure. I should know better—it only makes it worse. My hand descends, grabbing a loose hold, then sliding up and down from balls to slit as this gorgeous, intoxicating woman explores my erogenous zones with her little soft, curious hands. So fucking eager. So fucking hot.
“Is this okay that I do this?” I ask hoarsely, freely jacking off in slow-motion right by her cheek as she caresses me all around my groin area, but without actually putting her hand on my penis. I can’t exactly move it out of her way. It generally hogs up the real estate here.
“Of course. You should feel good, isn’t that what this is all about?”
“Yeah…”
Her eyes zero in on my dick-pumping action, then she blinks up at me. “Would some oil help?”
“Yes, please,” I answer, my syllables coming out in deep, chesty grunts.
She doesn’t pour the lubricant on it; instead, she slicks her hands up with the oil, then runs her fingers down the head first, then palming the hard shaft. My balls immediately feel wound up tight with sensation, with just enough light, teasing pleasure to make me depraved. I want to fuck her now, hard.
I watch, enthralled, as her hand spirals up and down, her grip slowly tightening more and more with each pass. A fever heat spreads from my lower back, to my ass, to my balls. It’s about to flood my rod if she doesn’t slow down or stop soon.
“Fuck, baby. That feels good.”
“Did you know this is flavored lube?” she says in that airy, singsong voice of hers.
“I didn’t. Is it any good?”
“Dunno, haven’t tried it…”
She looks up at me with those bright, shining blue eyes and her mouth slightly open. A better man than me might be able to resist those perfect, lush lips. But I can’t. I grab the back of her head and drive my cock right in between them, and she swallows me in deep, with determination, clamping her mouth. “Fuck. Oh,shit. Damn, baby!”
My dick is crammed in her mouth when she looks up at me again, eyes sparkling. She does a long, soft hum that sends warm pulses all the way up to my stomach. I’m determined to come this way, it’d be satisfying as hell to unload all of my spend right down into her open throat, with her eyes on mine and her little hums of delight drilling my cock with added sensation.
But not this time.I need her pussy. I need to be deep in her body when I finally burst.
I grab a fistful of hair at the back of her head and pull her off of me, exhaling a miserable sound when we disconnect. “I need you,” I grouse.
“I’m here, baby.”
“Mmmm.” I lift her up off the table and carry her over to one of her crazy-looking lounger chairs she’s got in here. She swipes her lips with her tongue.
“Itdoestaste good.”
I climb over her, situating. My lips drop onto hers, tasting the oil-lube. “You’re right. Kind of sweet.”
“Some of that is your precum.” She winks.
“I know.” I gaze down in eager anticipation. “How many guys have you fucked on this?”
“Uh, I’ve never fucked on this, Ward.”
“Why not, it’s fuckin’ cool.”
“I don’t normally have sex unless it means something.”
“Youneverhave sex unless it means something.” I look at her crossly. “Say it.”
“I never have sex unless it means something.”
“This means something to me, Ward. Say it,” I command.
“This means something to me, Ward,” she echoes my words so earnestly, her eyes never ever straying from mine. She’s a really great actress, contributing to her massive social media success maybe, or she’s what I always believed her to be—a genuine person with a very different sort of mind and a heart of solid-ass gold.
“It means something tome, Spark.It does,” I whisper in her ear.I’m falling in love with you.
