“Mmm,” she hums, taking me deeper, the sound vibrating down my cock and into my balls. Her pink lips surround me, her tongue dancing along the underside of my shaft as she slides her mouth up and down in a slow, sensuous rhythm that threatens to unhinge me.
I fucking love some tongue action when a woman is going down on me, but most don’t do it, instead sticking to the simple in and out motion. Which—don’t get me wrong—feels damn good, but this is on another level. Juliette McNamara is a damn master at pleasing a man.
She continues like that, her pretty mouth lowering inch by inch with each bob of her head until her lips meet the fingers grasping the base of my cock. Then she swallows, her throat tightening around my crown.
“Yeah, just like that, honey. You suck cock like such a good girl.”
She speeds up, her free hand coasting up and down my torso, tweaking my nipple and caressing my abs. Every touch sets my body on fire. My fingers tighten in her hair as I lift my hips from the table and force a gag from her. She pulls back for only a second before deep-throating me again. And again.
“Fuck yeah. You like gagging on my dick, don’t you?”
Her lips stretch around my girth, but I can still make out the slight smile as she nods. Pulling out to the tip, she worships the head of mycock with that velvety tongue as she dips one hand between my legs to cup my balls. Rolling them expertly between soft fingers, she works her mouth back down my shaft.
My hands grow rough in her hair as my control slips. Juliette’s saliva eases the glide of her mouth over my heated flesh, and I bite out a string of curse words that would make a sailor gasp.
I can make out the swell of her ass as she bends over me, giving me the best head of my life. With her hair bunched in my hands and her long lashes fluttering closed to rest against her cheeks, she is simply breathtaking. One tanned arm bunches and releases as she jacks me off while completely devouring my cock.
“So motherfucking perfect, Juliette. Tell me your cunt is dripping for me. Tell me you’re so wet, my cock will slide right home in that perfect little pussy of yours.”
Her eyes open, and she responds with a wink that makes my balls want to explode. I inhale, finding her scent over the others in the air and reveling in it.
“I can smell how turned on you are, baby. I’m going to fill you so full of my cock you’ll never be able to feel another man without thinking of me. Without wishing it wasmeinside you.”
Juliette whimpers and continues sliding her mouth up and down my length while also stroking me with her hand. And her fucking tongue never stops.
The scent of her arousal intensifies when I twist my hands in her hair and fuck up into her mouth with sharp snaps of my hips. I’m being rough with her, but she seems to like it as much as I do. Well, maybe not quite that much because I’m about to…
“Fuck. Stop, sweet girl. Please,” I beg, my voice harsh with restraint.
She takes her time working her way back up to my tip before releasing me with a soft pop. “What’s wrong?”
The playful glint in her eyes tells me she knowsexactlywhat’s wrong.
“I don’t want to come yet. I want you to ride my cock like you’re mad at it.”
As Juliette sits up with a vixen-like grin, my hands release her hair and let it fall around her bare shoulders. She’s completely naked and a million percent glorious, her golden skin glistening in the soft light.
“Next time, I want you to blow down my throat,” she informs me, and I feel a muscle clenching in my jaw.
“Done. Now let me get up and wash my hands so I can find a condom and then touch you.” I wiggle my fingers. “I’ve got peppermint oil all over me, and I don’t think it’s approved for pussies, but I need to get you ready.”
She stretches one arm over to her massage table and triumphantly holds up a foil packet. “I got one from the bedroom after Jevaun and Birgitta left.” Resting her hands on either side of my head, she presses her lips to mine. “And I don’t want you to get me ready. I want you to watch me struggle to take every hard inch of your dick.”
Fuck me. I almost spontaneously combust on the spot. Grabbing her hips, I adjust her until she’s straddling my stomach. “Rub yourself on me, dream girl. Let me see how wet you are for me.”
Juliette hesitates, so I gently urge her to move with my hands. “Ohhhh,” she breathes, letting her teeth skid over her bottom lip, the flesh swollen and red from my carnal treatment of her mouth. “That feels… good.”
She takes over, grinding her cunt forward and back on my abs, using the hard ridges to pleasure herself. I can tell when she’s almost there because her hips take on an erratic rhythm and soft whimpers spill from her parted lips.
She begins to come, and I grip her tighter, steadying the movement of her hips. “Good girl, Juliette. Get yourself off.”
With soft pants of my name, she comes all over me. When her eyes go drowsy and her lips turn up in satisfaction, I stare down at the wetness she left on my stomach before arching a stern look at her.
“Look at this mess, Juliette.”
Her breathing is ragged as her eyes drop and then return unapologetically to mine. “Is that a complaint?” she asks sassily, rolling her lips inward to mask her smile.
“Lick it up,” I command. “And then let me suck your cum from your tongue.”
