Page 17 of Should I Fall
Instead, she crawls over to me and lifts on her knees. Her hands cup my cheeks, drawing my mouth to hers. It’s a sensual kiss filled with need and longing. She slides one hand down my chest, stopping only when it’s circled around my cock.
I groan at the touch, gripping her hips for balance.
“That’s a big hose you got there, fire chief,” she says, her eyes sparkling with tease.
A laugh escapes my throat, the sound a little rusty from lack of practice.
“Too much?” she asks, one corner of her mouth lifted in amusement.
“Depends what you want to do with my hose.” I grip the hem of her T-shirt on both sides and tug it over her head. The morning sun lifts over the mountains, casting her nearly naked body in a soft, sunny glow.
So fucking fitting.
“God you’re beautiful, Stormi.”
“I’m also very thirsty,” she says, kissing a trail down my chest. “I might need to drink from your hose.”
Fuck. Me.
I’m convinced I’ve fallen asleep at my post, and this is nothing more than a dirty dream. But when Stormi’s mouth makes contact with my cock, I can’t deny the reality before me.
Nothing haseverfelt this good.
I watch in rapture as she tastes me, running her tongue up and down my shaft and around my swollen head. She laps up the precum, flickering those big eyes up at me as she does. When her mouth engulfs my shaft, I damn near go blind.
“Fuck,” I pant.
“I’m just a thirsty girl, Dash.” The look she flashes me is pure wickedness, and I damn near nut on the spot.
“Drink up, baby girl.”
She sucks me fucking raw.
She takes my cock deep into throat, her moans of pleasure vibrating against my shaft. It’s all I can do to keep standing as my release builds. My cock throbs with desperation. “Do you want me to come in your mouth, Stormi?”
An eager nod is her only answer, because her mouth is too full of my cock.
I come so hard I see fucking stars behind my eyes.
I cry out her name again and again as my cock shoots hot ropes of cum into the back of her throat. Stormi enthusiastically swallows every last drop before she runs her lips over my tip, as if to give it a final kiss.
I have to fuckinghavethis woman.
“That quench your thirst?”
She licks her lips as she lifts onto her knees again. Her arms go around my neck, her tits pressing into my chest. “Yes, it did.”
She kisses me softly at first, but my hands slide down her back and settle on her ass. I’m desperate to feel her wetness, so plunge a hand beneath her panties. My middle finger hits paydirt first, and I groan at the feel of her.
“Did sucking on my cock make you wet?”
“So wet.”
“Good. Because it turns out, I’m thirsty too.”
I toss her onto her back, hooking my fingers into her panties. Desperate to have her sweet nectar on my tongue. Licking it off my fingers last night wasn’t good enough. I need my honey right from the source.
But before I can tug her panties down, I hear it: the faint noise of a chopper approaching.
