Page 69 of Best Man
His red-hot kisses trailed down her neck, making her gasp and writhe, and her back grated against the rough tree bark. Reaching into the side slit of her dress, Sasha set his hand at her knee and slowly inched up her inner thigh.
“Sasha …” she whimpered, opening her legs.
“Paulina,” he answered, his voice husky with desire.
His fingers glanced against the crotch of her panties. She moaned, a pulse of pleasure flashing over her, and she leaned against his strong chest. His hand slid under her panties, his fingers delicately passing between her wet folds.
“Oh, fuck, Sasha,” she gasped as he entered her.
“Do you like that?” he teased, gently working his thick finger in and out.
“Love it,” she answered. But she didn’t wantallthe attention, so she reached between his legs. Sasha’s manhood was completely engorged and throbbed in his trousers. She tightened her fingers around his thick member and began to tug. “But it’s my turn.”
“Fuck.” Sasha softly grunted, losing his focus.
She put a hand on his sternum and gave him a small shove, pinning him against a tree. She fumbled with his belt in the darkness until the clasp came free. She yanked his trousers down, letting them fall between his knees, and squatted in front of him.
“Yes,” he hissed as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his penis.
Sasha’s essence, solid and throbbing, filled her mouth. His manly flesh tasted just like he smelled; natural and outdoorsy. Of course, his scent couldn’t fit the scenery any better. The leaves on the ground rustled beneath Paulina, her hand and mouth working as one, sucking and pumping on Sasha’s length.
It felt so naughty sucking Sasha’s dick outside when everyone else was just a hundred yards away and blissfully unaware. Beneath the sloppy sounds of her mouth slurping at Sasha’s solid flesh, Paulina could still hear the thump of the dance beat and the revelers’ shouts and laughs of delirious joy.
“Oh, fuck.” It wasn’t long before Sasha began to grumble and mutter, warning of his coming climax. Needing to taste his seed, she throated him faster, harder, her cheeks corkscrewing up and down his length.
He whispered a warning. “I’m going to come, Paulina.”
“Mm-hm,” she answered, giving him permission to finish in her mouth.
“Oh,fuck—I’m coming!” His cock began to swell, turning impossibly firm. His palm went to the back of her head; gently, he pushed her deeper, just as he surrendered with a chorus of sexy grunts and manly groans. “Hnngh!”
His manhood pulsed with a powerful orgasm, and jets of warmth splashed against the roof of her mouth. His sweet-and-salty cream hit her tongue and rolled down her throat. After she swallowed every last drop of his seed, she kept sucking until he grew too sensitive.
After he pulled up his pants, he helped her to her feet and pulled her in for a deep and soulful kiss. She liked that he wasn’t afraid to kiss her after she’d blown him. In the past, she’d had lovers who always pushed her away after, as if the act of sucking their dick had somehow dirtied her—which always seemed so rude and unappreciative. Thankfully, Sasha didn’t have any such weird hang-ups, which was one of the reasons she felt so comfortable with him.
“Thank you,” he whispered with respect. “You’re so good at that. You made me come so quick.”
She liked to make Sasha come—and it was even more satisfying if she made him come quickly. It made her feel sexy, desired, and powerful. And the best part? A normal guy would’ve been spent after blowing his load. But if she’d learned anything last night, it was that Sasha was always ready to go another round.
“Trust me, it’s all my pleasure.” She reached down and stroked him. “You’ve got a really nice cock. It’s a lot of fun to suck.”
“Fuck.” He rested the back of his head against the tree and turned his gaze towards the sky. “You’re amazing, Paulina.”
She giggled. “So … now what? Should we head back to the party, or—”
“No.” He bent down and scooped her into his arms. “I still want you.”
She squealed with surprise as he threw her over his shoulder. Her heart pounded as Sasha carried her through the tree line and across the property to her yurt.
***
Paulina led Sasha through her darkened yurt. She lit a candle at the bedside.
“Romantic,” Sasha said, grinning as he shed his suit jacket and loosened his tie.
“Yes, that,” she said, “and I don’t want anyone outside to see my light on and come barging in. That’d be bad, y’know?”
“Ah. Smart.”
