Page 66 of Fluke
I grin. “Iwould havelet you watch it wrap around your cock.”
He groans as I wrap my hand around the base. But before I roll the protection over his length, I lock my gaze with Jess’s. Slowly, I lower my head to the tip. A bead of pre-cum sits on the head, so I swipe my tongue over the top, then suck the head of his cock into my mouth.
He flexes against me, hissing, as I roll my tongue around him.
His hand presses roughly against the top of my head. “Get on your knees.”
My sex aches as I kneel before him. I drop the condom and cup his balls instead, stroking his shaft with the other.
“Suck me, Pip,” he says, pushing my head against his length.
He digs his fingers into my hair and guides my head up and down, thrusting himself into my mouth.
My spit drips down him, rolling off his balls and down my forearms.
“Deeper,” he says, his voice filled with the sexual frustration raging inside me. “That’s it. Suck it, Pippa.”
My eyes begin to water as I take him up and down my throat, the speed encouraged by his guidance.
“Good girl,” he says through clenched teeth.
He begins to swell, his balls tighten, and I brace myself for him to come in my mouth. But just as a saltiness begins to hit my tongue, he yanks my head away.
I suck in a lungful of air, gasping, and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. My eyes are blurry, but I look up at him anyway, needing to see his face.
Needing to see his satisfaction.
His eyes are dark and wild, a smug smirk gracing his lips.
“Why did you stop me?” I ask, squeezing my thighs together in a failed attempt to stop the intense throb between them.
He takes my hand and helps me to my feet. Before he answers me, he presses a soft, sweet kiss to my lips.
Out of all the things that have happened tonight, it’s this kiss that leaves me speechless.
He pulls back, studying me for a few seconds. “Get on your knees on the sofa and bend over the back. I want your ass up in the air.”
My heart pumps a mile a minute as I climb onto the sofa. The cushion is surprisingly sturdy, yet the fabric is soft and not scratchy. I look over my shoulder as he stalks toward me, rolling a condom over his cock.
I consider saying something cocky—goading him a little bit—but the fire in his eyes stops me. Whatever is about to happen doesn’t need more gasoline on the fire.
And I’m ready. So fucking ready to have him deep inside me.
“Ass up,” he says.
I lean over the back. He grips my hips and pulls me back, positioning me so I'm level with him.
“I want you to remember something,” he says.
“What’s that?”
“You asked for this.”
What? I glance over my shoulder as he places the head against my opening. “Jess, I—fuck!”
He slams into mehard. With the first thrust, he’s all the way in, hitting the back, drilling into me with a force that takes my breath away.
I try to yell, but nothing comes out.
