Page 70 of Property of Tacoma
“Yes,” she whimpers, grinding herself against me. “Please.”
Setting her down on her feet, I take a step back and start unbuttoning my shirt. Her eyes follow my movements, those plump lips parting slightly as more of my skin is revealed.
“Take off your clothes,” I command, my voice dropping an octave.
Her eyes widen slightly, but she doesn’t hesitate.
Grabbing the hem of her t-shirt, or rather my t-shirt, she pulls it over her head in one swift tug.
“Fuck.” My mouth goes dry at the sight of her perfect tits, her rosy nipples already hard and begging for my mouth.
I shrug out of my shirt and toss it aside, then quickly rid myself of my jeans and boxers. My cock springs free, standing at attention, and her eyes lock onto it like a heat-seeking missile.
“All of it, baby,” I remind her, nodding at her shorts.
Her cheeks flush pink as she unbuttons her denim shorts and wiggles them down her legs, taking her panties with them.
The sight of her standing here completely naked, her blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders, has me gripping the base of my cock to keep from coming on the spot.
I back up to the chair in the corner of my room and lower myself into it, spreading my legs wide. “Come here.”
She takes a step toward me, but I shake my head. “No. Crawl.”
She hesitates for just a heartbeat, her eyes searching mine. Whatever she sees reassures her that everything that happens in this room is safe, thatsheis safe, because she slowly drops to her knees.
“That’s it,” I encourage, stroking my cock as I watch her. “Crawl to me, Angel.”
She moves toward me, the sight of her on her hands and knees making my cock leak precum.
When she reaches me, she kneels between my spread legs, her eyes hooded with desire.
“Good girl,” I praise, running a thumb along her bottom lip. “So fucking beautiful.”
Guiding my cock to her mouth, I paint her pouty pink lips with the precum leaking from the tip.
Her tongue darts out, tasting me, and I nearly lose my mind.
“Suck,” I order, fisting my hand in her hair and guiding her mouth toward my cock. “Show me what that pretty mouth can do.”
She parts her lips and takes me in, and holy fuck, the heat of her mouth is incredible.
I tighten my grip on her hair, controlling her movements as she slides down my length.
“That’s it,” I groan, watching my cock disappear between those plump lips. “Take it all, baby.”
She hollows her cheeks, creating suction that has my toes curling. Her tongue swirls around the head, paying special attention to the piercing there.
“Fuck, Angel,” I hiss, my hips jerking involuntarily. “Your mouth is fucking heaven.”
She moans around me, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure up my spine. Her hand comes up to cup my balls, rolling them gently in her palm.
This woman is going to be the death of me.
I guide her movements, setting a rhythm that has me teetering on the edge embarrassingly fast.
She takes me deeper with each bob of her head, her throat relaxing to accommodate my size.
When I feel the head of my cock hit the back of her throat, I growl, “Look at me.”
