Page 38 of Their Deviant Love
I shift my body so I’m straddling his thighs, undo his belt, and then the button and zipper on his pants. My mouth waters when I set eyes on his cock. Hard and weeping for me. My tongue darts out, wetting my bottom lip.
“Hungry?” Connor smirks up at me.
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” I tell him, wrapping my fist around his cock. Stroking it gently up and down. He still has his jacket and shirt on. I want them off. I want all of him, but I also don’t want to waste time stripping him down. Especially when I have the main course right in my hands.
“You should probably do something about that then,” Connor says.
“I plan to. I’m going to taste this.” I shift lower again, pumping his cock twice before my tongue glides up the underside. When I look up, Connor is staring right back at me, his eyes dark and full of lust.
Connor lets out a groan. His hands wrap around my hair, holding it away from my face as my mouth covers his cock, letting him slide right down the back of my throat.
“I’ve never seen anything more fucking beautiful than the sight of you with a mouthful of my cock.”
“Mmm, it’s my favorite treat,” I say, letting his cock pop free. I start licking the entire length, circling the end with my tongue, just like I would an ice cream cone. Precum spills from the tip, and I make sure to get every last drop before continuing to lick along the underside and around the front again.
“Princess, stop fucking with me,” he grits out between clenched teeth, and I grin.
I love that I can make him feel like this. He makes my body come alight, and I want to always be that person for him too. I open my mouth and take him in fully.
“Fuck me,” Connor hisses and grinds against my face.
Hollowing out my cheeks, I suck up and down his length. Slowly. The feel of him in my mouth is turning me on more. Having no intention of stopping, I reach a hand between my legs and find my clit. Circling my fingers around the hard little bud.
“Oh god,” I mumble around his cock.
“Fuck, stop. No fucking way is that happening,” Connor grabs me and tugs me upwards. His cock slips from my mouth.
“What?” I ask him.
“You do not get yourself off, princess. I do that. Only me,” he says, and then as if I weigh nothing, he flips my body around, positioning me so that I’m on top of him with my ass in his face. “This is how we’re going to do this.” He presses a hand to my back, and I’m going down, my mouth right above his cock again.
My hand returns to the base, my mouth lowers over the top, and I hollow out my cheeks, sucking him in as far as I can get him. Connor’s fingers spread the lips of my pussy open, and then I feel his tongue slide through the center.
Fuck… I stop moving. Everything focused on the pleasure that just bolted through me.
“If you stop sucking, I stop licking,” Connor threatens me.
I turn my head and glare at him over a shoulder. “You’re lying. There is no way you’ll stop.” I smile because I know him. He won’t be able to help himself. “Because if you do, I’ll finish myself off with my fingers.”
“Start sucking, Aurora,” he groans as he returns his tongue to my clit and circles it around.
I have to force myself to focus on what I’m doing. Driving him as crazy as he’s currently doing to me.I want to make hisknees weak. I want the memory of my mouth wrapped around his cock on his mind all damn day.
My thighs shake as Connor increases his efforts, my orgasm building fast. I double-down, sucking harder and faster. It’s as if we’re competing to see who can make the other come first.
“Fuck, princess, I’m going to come.” He taps my hip, and I smile because I know I won the race.
I don’t stop sucking until I feel the first squirt of his cum on my tongue. It coincides with my body freezing up and an orgasm washing over me as Connor fills my mouth. It takes effort to swallow everything, but I manage to do it, while navigating the convulsing waves of pleasure my entire body is riding.
I slide off him on to the mattress, my chest rising and falling as I catch my breath. Connor shifts until he’s facing me. “If I knew that was going to be your reaction to me wearing a suit, I would have started wearing them months ago,” he says.
I don’t correct him. I don’t tell him that reaction was more my fear of him being gone all day. I don’t want him to feel like he can’t go and do whatever it is he’s doing.
“Have you told Patty yet?” I ask.
“Aurora, mention another man’s name to me while you’re naked, and I’m likely to kill them. Don’t make me kill my best friend,” Connor grunts.
I laugh. “I’m serious. Have you told him about the papers?”
