Page 23 of Seducing Sallina

Months. It had been six months since she’d felt even a fraction of this need, this yearning, this desperate want. And yet…she’d never felt like this with any other man. It was Sly. Only Sly.

His hands holding her head captive, he devoured her, his tongue stealing into her mouth, lapping at her with angry strokes. His own mouth sucking her bottom lip, biting it, releasing it, just to start the process over again. He was downright evil in his attempt to pull her soul from her body.

Need. Need so bad.Her body was on fire, her breasts swelling in eagerness for his hands, her nipples hardening in longing for his mouth. Her pussy gushing slickness in preparation for his big cock—she was a fucking mess.

“Sly,” she pleaded, not sure what she was asking for. But he knew.

“I got you, baby,” he rasped before retaking her mouth.

He turned them so his back was against the counter, pulling her into his chest, squishing her tits between them. They groaned in concert as though their very heartbeats were in synch, tuned to the sensual, sexual vibrations of the other.

Their bodies were singing a song only they knew. Like a duet of pleasure to which they two only knew the words.

Her hands, in the frenzy to touch him everywhere, brushed against the long, thick erection in his slacks, and the sound he made turned Sally into liquid fire. She wanted to hear that again. She wanted to be the only one to make him sound like that.

For a moment, rational thought skittered through her mind, quickly brushed aside by the heat, the scent, the hardness of the man standing in front of her. Slowly sinking to her knees on the cold, hard tile floor, Sally forcefully ignored the voice in her head yelling at her, demanding that she never get on her knees for any man. But Sylvester wasn’t just any man. He was the man she’d been aching for, dreaming of for months.

Tugging and unhooking his belt buckle, she made short work of removing the obstruction between her and his cock. Pulling down his black Giorgio Armani briefs, she finally got her first look at him since their night together.

Long, thick, with a mushroom head a deep, dark, angry red, begging for her to suck it. Her mouth watering with the desire to take him down, she grasped the broad base and squeezed, her fingers unable to meet. Both hands on him, she stroked him, watching with deviant delight as precum pearled on the tip. She licked it off, moaning at the taste of him. Salt. Sex. Man. Sylvester. Above her, Sly groaned, throwing his head back. Power. Elation. Desire. That’s what she felt when she saw what she could do with simply holding his cock in her hands. She groaned in the very back of her throat where she wanted Sly’s cock head. Leaning forward, she licked his from root to tip, slowly, languidly, like he was an ice cream cone, melting in the hot Florida sun, and she wanted to get every last, creamy drop of him.

“Fuck, yes, baby. Your mouth is perfect. So good, baby,” he rambled, his voice thick.

Holding his still hardening, thickening cock in place, she licked the head, pursing her lips to suck the precum from his slit.

“Ungh, damn.”

She grinned evilly. Definitely doing to get drunk on cum and power. She looked up at him from under her lashes. The great, powerful, wealthy Sylvester White was staring down at her with a look of awe so intense, she nearly came on the spot.

Opening her mouth, she took him down, hallowing her cheeks to suck him while using her tongue to cup the vein on the bottom side of his dick. He jerked in response, his breath catching.

She did that. She made Sly lose his breath.

Making it her personal mission to make him lose his damn mind, she dug in, sucking as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper until the tip of his cock struck the back of her throat. She swallowed, fighting the reflex to gag.

Her pussy throbbed, demanding she fill it with the cock from her mouth.

Growling, Sly pulled his dick from her mouth, reached down, and pulled her up before spinning her to face the mirror. Sally didn’t have time to think as Sly pulled her dress up her thighs, over her generous ass, to bunch it around her waist. Her panties were shoved to the side, and Sly’s fingers slid along her sopping wet pussy lips.

“Damn. This all for me? I’ll make it better,” Sly promised darkly, his voice deeper, harsher, as though it took monumental focus to speak at all.

Through the reflection, she could see him behind her, tall, tense, his body thrumming. Reaching into his back pocket, he retrieved his wallet and the condom from inside it.

“This is going to be quick, baby. I need to be inside you, and I won’t fucking tolerate any interruptions.”

Interruptions…because they were in a public restroom and anyone could come up the door, find it locked, and call management. Her brain screamed that she should be worried about that, that she shouldn’t be ass out, bent over a bathroom sink, but her body was screaming louder. So much louder.

He grabbed her hips to position her before tearing open the condom wrapper and sheathing his length.

“Fuck,” he ground out, “I’ve been thinking about this for months. Hold on.”

Before she could breathe, he lined himself up with her sopping wet opening and slammed home. Sally cried out, packed to the brim, his thickness stretching her clenching pussy.

“Ugh! Fuck!” She sobbed, shuddering. Her whole body burst to life, the pleasure-pain of his intrusion sending blast waves along her nerve endings.

He pulled out far enough so just the head was inside her and looked down, his flashing green eyes taking in the sight of them locked together. His cock in her pussy. Then…he slid in, slowly, every inch of his nine inches slipping inside her, rubbing along her inner walls, dragging out every ounce of sensation until he hit her g-spot and stopped.

Why did he stop?

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