Page 66 of Brew
I yank his briefs down the rest of the way, and his cock jumps out.Holy mother of God.
I stare down at him, my eyes agog.
He grabs my hand, places it on him and starts to stroke himself, showing me how he likes it. Then he relieves himself of his cut, and his t-shirt. My eyes shift from his beautiful dick to his even more beautiful body, his tattoos on display. This man is pure solid muscle.
I feel his body with my other hand, tracing every ridge with my fingers as I stroke him.
“I want to taste you, too,” I whisper.
His jaw ticks. “If you take my cock in your mouth, I can’t promise I won’t paint my cum down your throat.”
“I don’t care,” I say as I slide off the counter and drop to my knees. He braces himself with one hand on the counter, and the other in my hair. I lick his large, perfect head, marvelling in just how thick and long he is. The tip is slick with pre-cum, and when I moan upon tasting it, his grip tightens in my hair.
“Take it,” he mutters. “Take my dick in that sexy, fuckin’ mouth.”
I gently cup his balls, then squeeze them. “Very demanding,” I admonish as he groans. “These feel very heavy.”
“Been savin’ up just for you.”
I take him into my mouth, looking up as he stares down at me. I don’t take my eyes off him as I bob my head, hollowing my cheeks as I suck him off.
“Fuck yeah,” he mutters. “You look so fuckin’ sexy takin’ me. I can’t wait to paint that pussy. Open your blouse, let me see your tits.”
I briefly remove my hands from his body, undo my blouse and pull my bra down. My inhibitions fast escaping me as he grunts his approval. He loves my body, and it turns me on when he appreciates it.
“Finger yourself,” he says.
I take him back into my mouth, looking up questioningly.
“Finger yourself while you get me off.”
I’ve clearly never donethatbefore in front of a man, either. But being with him makes me all kinds of wild.
I know I must look a sight, but I no longer care. I want this. So I play with myself, spreading my legs so he can see. When his hand tightens in my hair, I know he’s close. I take him all the way until he hits the back of my throat, choking me. My eyes water and sting, but I love it. I love making my man come undone.My man?Oh, I’ve really fallen and hit my head hard this time.
When he abruptly pulls me off, I’m panting and gasping for air. He pulls me up, his mouth on mine as he shoves his tongue in my mouth. “That wasn’t a good girl thing to do,” he mutters against my lips. “Was it, Erica?”
“No, but I love how your cock tastes,” I whisper.
His eyes dance with delight. “My little Sparky is a dirty girl?”
I nod. “I’m all kinds of things when I’m around you.”
“Almost had me comin’ in that pretty little mouth.”
“I want you inside me.Please.”
He tilts my head back, cupping my pussy. “This ismine.When you beg me for it, I want to fuckin’ die.”
He slides me back on the counter; lucky for us it’s hip height, then lines himself up.
“Wait,” I murmur. “Condom?”
“You on birth control?”
“Yes, but—” I am for my period, not for birth control since I’m not sexually active.
His tip is inside me before I can blink. “Bare,” he says. “Tell me I can take you like this.”
