Page 129 of An Unholy Affair
Jack held her gaze as she shifted forward.
Come on, angel, higher. I need to taste you.
Shuffling closer, she held out her knickers, then dropped them to the bed, shunting her pussy to his mouth.
Fuck yes!Groaning, he dived into her salty sweetness.
‘Ahhh! Jack!’
He sucked her clit, then flicked his tongue over it, feeling her tremble as he lost himself in her hot perfection. Desire roared through him, heady and intoxicating, as he pushed her pleasure forward, faster and faster.
Then she was gone. ‘No!’ she gasped. ‘This is meant to be aboutyou!’
‘Itisabout me,’ he growled. ‘I want to lick your pussy until you come.’
She scooted back down the bed, kneeling between his thighs. ‘Well, Mr Bossypants,’ she said, breathing heavily. ‘I want to suck your cock until you come.’
His brain overloaded, then exploded, leaving his mind empty and blank.
A delighted smirk tugged at her lips, then she lowered her head and sank onto him.
‘Fu-fu-fu-fu-fucccccccck!’
She hummed around him, her hands now back in play, working on his shaft and balls in tandem with her mouth.
The whole of his being was concentrated on his cock. It was the centre of a storm, sending flashes of light shuddering through him and goosebumps prickling across his skin.
Jack watched as she took him deeper, his cock slick with his arousal and her saliva. Grinding his teeth to dust, he tried to push back against the inevitability of his orgasm as it thundered unstoppably towards him.
‘Eve—Eveline!’ he panted, his wrists and ankles pulling against the restraints.
‘Yes?’ she asked, her hand still twisting up his length.
‘I can’t hold on… I’m going to come… Move your head.’
She did, but not in the direction he was expecting.
‘Fuuuuuuccck!’ he yelled as his cock disappeared deep into her mouth.
She hummed her approval, bobbing her head faster.
Fighting to hold back the oncoming rush, pleasure spiked through him, agonising in its intensity. He strained against the scarves as they bit into his skin, his hips shaking, desperate to thrust up.
She released the head of his cock with a sucking pop. ‘Let go, Jack,’ she breathed. ‘I’ve got you.’
A wave of emotion crashed through his chest and he sank into it, giving every part of him up to her—his body, mind, feelings, soul. His past, present and future. All the strands that made up his being were being drawn together by her, tighter and tighter until everything concentrated into a perfect singularity.
At the edge of his consciousness, he was aware of his voice, crying out incoherently as the climax roared up his spine, torching everything in its wake. Every cell was on fire, each ragged breath fuelling the sensations. Blinding light shattered through him, his cock emptying deep in her mouth as she sucked him dry.
As the intensity ebbed, her touch became softer, gently drawing every last bit of pleasure out until he was empty, floating in a sea of bliss. She released him, and he watched, his head still filled with light as she untied the scarves, then lay her body over his. He kissed her, clutching her to him, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to tangle with hers.
She broke the kiss with a breathless laugh. ‘How was that?’
He blinked as another swell of emotion bumped against his heart and filled his throat.
‘Do I win first place?’
He nodded, speech impossible.
