Page 23 of The Problem with Fire
Staring down at her beautiful face, flushed with her lips swollen from sucking my cock dry, I grabbed her by her shoulders and hauled her up to her feet. She looked a little daze, but that just made my caveman roar louder.
Monroe had gotten on her knees because she hadwantedto be there.
I cradled her face in my hands, and smirked. “My turn, baby.” Her eyes dilated, and I knew I wasn’t going to rest until there was nothing left of me to shoot inside her pussy.
I crashed my lips to hers, not caring one good goddamn bit that she’d just swallow my seed, and I didn’t break off the kiss until the back of my knees hit her couch. As soon as they did, I had my hands curled in the hem of her old, worn t-shirt and I had it up and over her head before she could protest.
Monroe had a simple cotton bra covering what I had already suspected were a magnificent pair of tits, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. But that was all due to the woman who was wearing the bra, not the bra itself.
“I…I wasn’t expec-”
My eyes flashed to hers. “You could be wearing a goddamn potato sack, Monroe, and it’d still be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I told her honestly. I hated that women had those pockets of self-doubt, and I hated that it was us men who put them there. Specifically, for Monroe, that dickhead ex-husband of hers.
“Sayer-”
I held her gaze. “I don’t need to lie, Monroe,” I said, interrupting her. “You’ve already had my dick in your mouth. I don’t need to spout lies to get you into bed. And I’d never spout lies to getanywoman into bed.”
She winced, but she was honest. “Old ghosts.”
I reached down, and she kicked her flip-flops off as I worked the button on her jeans. “There’s only you and me here, babe,” I told her. “And I promise you, Monroe, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be, and there’s no one else I’d rather be with since my second day living next door, when I was staring out at my yard, wondering what I wanted to do with it, and I saw you walking towards your mailbox to get your mail.” I’ll never forget that day. “It was a Saturday, mid-morning, and you were wearing a plain blue t-shirt with a pair of leggings, and another pair of flip-flops.” Her chocolate-colored eyes rounded. “You gathered your mail, waived to someone walking their dog, and walked back up your walkway.”
“Sayer…” she whispered.
“I’ve wanted you every day since, Monroe,” I told her, finally pushing her jeans over those wide hips of hers and down her thighs. “This is you and me, baby. Only you and me.”
Monroe dutifully stepped out of her jeans, and then she was standing before me in nothing but her bra and panties. Though I had shoved my dick back in my boxers, I hadn’t bothered with the buttons again. I grabbed her hands and brought them close to wrap around my growing dick again.
She gasped. “I-”
“That’s what you do to me, baby.” Together, our hands started stroking my dick. “I just shot my load inside that hot mouth of yours, and I’m already ready for you again.” Her face turned a beautiful shade of pink, and I loved how my words affected her.
I sat down on the couch and I grabbed her hips to bring her down with me. Once Monroe was straddling me, with my cock nestled beneath her pussy, I reached back and unclipped her bra. The straps slid down her arms, and soon, her bare tits where exactly where they were supposed to be.
In my fucking face, ready to be devoured.
My hands quickly grabbed hold of her tits and my mouth wrapped around her left nipple like I’d die if I didn’t have my mouth on her.
Her hands wove into my hair, and she moaned, “Oh, God…Sayer…”
My mouth went towards her right tit. “You like that, baby?”
“Yes,” she whimpered with no shame, and I loved that. That’s what I wanted between us. I wanted to get as filthy as possible, and not feel ashamed about it.
As I sucked on her nipples and grabbed at the flesh of her tits, Monroe started rubbing her pussy back and forth over my hardened cock. “You need that pussy played with, Monroe?” I asked, knowing that she did. “You want my tongue on your cunt, while my fingers stretch you out to get you ready for my cock?”
“Oh, god…yes…yes…” I grabbed her hips and flung her off my lap and onto the couch. A bed gave us more room for this, but I didn’t have the patience to get us there. I was dying to have Monroe’s flavor saturating my tongue.
I worked her panties over her hips and down her legs faster than what would be considered romantic, but I didn’t want any more ‘old ghosts’ appearing. So, before she could object or get shy on me, I had her knees over my shoulders and my face in her pussy.
She tasted like sweet perfection.
Her hands dug into my hair and her back arched in shameless pleasure as my tongue slid between her delicious folds. I gripped her hips to keep her with me and I made sure my tongue knew the taste of her pussy, her clit, and I even went for her tight little ass. If I was going to be the man to break her dry spell, then I was breaking that motherfucker wide open.
Monroe was squirming and moaning underneath my tongue, and there was no way I was going to stop until she was creaming all over my face. “Fuck, your pussy tastes so good, baby.”
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered, and I almost snorted. Like that was even in question.
I made out with her delicious cunt, and Monroe was so wet, you could hear the slickness of my tongue exploring all her secrets. And when I started focusing on her hard, little nub, that’s when she really started riding my face. She moaned my name and I slid two fingers into her tight sheath, and I knew it was going to take an act of God for me not to blow as soon as I slammed into her pussy. The only thing that was going to help was that I’d gotten the first load out of the way and down her throat.
