Page 44 of Straight, No Chaser
No fucking doubt or stuttering in the assertion she whispers into my mouth. Reminding me she needs to be tortured just a bit more before we both earn the pleasure we seek. Swallowing down the chuckle in my throat, I release her completely, dropping my hands to my sides. While my cock still bobs upward like a magnet to the dripping paradise between her thighs. "I don't believe you."
She grabs the edge of the white shelf to keep from tumbling forward, suddenly having to support her own weight without me possessing her sweet body. For a few seconds anyway. I won't be able to hold out much longer. Which my furious cock reminds of straining against my pants. I hiss into her ear. "Not with that virginal kiss you gave me. Which both of us know you aren't anymore."
A shudder rolls through her from my reminder of almost forty-eight hours ago. Of the best fucking night of my life. Hopefully hers too.
"I thought about you all day. I couldn't wait to see you."
“That’s better.” Electricity shoots through my balls and up my length from her earnest tone. Breathless and thick with longing. Eager for me and my cock. With the last remaining ounce of restraint I have, I force myself to keep from bending her over and sinking inside her wet heat. "Now prove it."
Her petite body stiffens from my dare. My girl loves a challenge. She spins around, wildness in her eyes that I fucking love. Permanently replacing the uncertainty that used to linger in them. "You want me to show you?"
A raspy groan rumbles deep in my throat. Unable to hide my body's response to her feisty threat. So fucking hot. "Yeah, I want you to fucking show me."
Pink nails drag down my tie to my belt, wrapping around the black buckle to tip me closer. Like the slick move of a more experienced woman, her dainty fingers palm my hard-on at the same time she sucks in my bottom lip. Breaking the seam and plunging her tongue inside. The rich taste of chocolate saturates my mouth almost as delectable as her.
Fucking hell. My hips follow her hand as she yanks down the zipper and breaches my boxer briefs to skim across the taut skin, already slick with my arousal. Fuck me if my own fingers fumble trying to slide open the button to give her more access. I’ve totally fucking lost control with her hand on my dick, like I’m a fucking teenager being touched for the very first fucking time. My eyes sink shut when she strokes me, tickling the hypersensitive skin with her fingernails. “Damn, baby girl, you feel amazing.”
“I’ve never done this before but I want to try.” Her warm breath billows across the head. “If that’s okay?”
Fucking blowing my ass away when I open my eyes to find her kneeling in front of me on the housekeeper’s step stool, her lips a hair’s width from my cock. “Fuck yes, it’s okay.”
A huge smile lights up her face for a fleeting moment before she kisses the head. I almost fucking cum on her chin when she tastes the white cream on her lips, shrugging with acceptance of the musky saltiness. My fingers shoot through her hair as she explores me with her tongue, sucking in the tip. A primal moan rips from my chest when she takes me deeper, my cock brushing the back of her throat. Fuck me. She must have absolutely zero gag reflex to accept so much of me.
I cup her scalp to keep my balance, but she doesn’t need me to guide her at all. Angel knows exactly what the fuck to do to make my dick blissfully happy. Impressing me beyond reason with her talents and her courage to try something so intimidating without any hesitation.
Sweat runs down my back from the fire racing through me. My muscles coiling with anticipation as I fuck her sweet mouth, her small hands pumping where her lips can’t reach. I can’t fucking think or speak or move. All I can do is watch this fucking amazing woman pleasuring me.
Her eyes clenched shut in deep concentration. Her gorgeous breasts bouncing with the rhythm of her bobbing head. On her knees with legs spread for the pussy I can’t keep from stroking through her tiny shorts. The ache in my balls becomes unbearable when she groans around my dick from me caressing her. Arching into my palm when I sneak past the linen and rub the lace between her thighs. Eliciting another mewl of desire.
I can’t hold back and explode in her mouth. Fucking shit. She takes it all. Pausing for only a breath before swallowing down my release with huge gulps while I thrust until I’m spent. An orgasm so powerful my knees almost fucking buckle when I pull out.
Dainty fingers brush over her mouth, and she looks up to me. A hopeful smile lifting her cheeks.
“Was that all right?”
Fuck me. She has no idea how fucking incredible she is. I can’t even answer with words. I slide my hands under her arms and lift her up. Ecstatic when her legs automatically wrap around my waist. I crush my mouth to hers, ignoring the taste of my seed on her tongue that I normally can’t fucking stand. But I have to have her.
Boxes and jars tumble to the floor, splashing olive oil onto my pant legs, as we crash into the shelving. Still unable to comprehend how much this beautiful woman can love me so much. Pinned against the wall, she lifts enough for me to grasp her waistband and push her bottoms down and off. As soon as she’s free from the fabric she coils around me again like a viper. Her dripping sex rubbing over my rock hard cock. "Do you want me to fuck you, angel?"
“Please.”
Her breathless whisper is the only approval I need, and I slide into her. Smooth and easy as silk with her sweet pussy healed from me breaking her before. I do all the fucking work this time. Slowly guiding her hips up and down my shaft, allowing her body to adjust to my size. Another sexy moan as I bring her forward, stretching her and grinding her clit against my torso for a new sensation she seems to love. If her mouth sucking on the crook of my neck is any indication. So good I don’t even give a damn if she leaves a mark.
Once I’m seated as deep as I can go, I pound into her with all the restraint I can muster to avoid injuring her delicate frame. With focused determination, I thrust with only two goals in mind. Getting her off and getting her pregnant. “You’re going to be so fucking glorious with my baby in your belly.”
She lifts from my shoulder, eyes heavy with lust, meeting mine. Her fingers weave through my hair, clutching the short strands. Keeping us locked together, breathing the same sweet air. “Because I’m yours.”
Her pussy clenches around me from her conviction. Squeezing my cock tighter with her pulsing walls. “Fuck yes you are, and don’t you ever fucking forget it.”
Bobbing erratically with agreement, her head rubs against mine. She floats on the edge, nowhere to go but higher. Fingernails digging into my scalp as her body spasms, desperate to break free.
I growl in her ear. “Let go angel, and fly for me.”
She cries out my name with her fucking magnificent release, and I hold her for all I’m worth when she falls against my chest, still vibrating from the power of her body succumbing to ecstasy. Until a giggle bounces over my hot skin.
“You are a mess.”
I follow her gaze to the splatters covering my legs and shoes. First time I’ve ever fucked with my pants still on or ruined a seven thousand dollar suit doing it. But worth every fucking penny to see her so fucking happy. “You going to make me clean?”
