Page 88 of Gin and Lava

Naomi pops the head of my cock inside her mouth like a lollipop.

“Naomi!” I gasp as her tongue slides over my thickness and she latches onto my tip. I see stars and the color red and—dirty Gods in Heaven! Naomi is working my cock with her mouth just like her hands were a moment ago. “Naomi! Oh God!”

She sucks and teases, using her fingers to stroke my shaft, before relaxing her throat and taking me deeper into her mouth. I prop myself up on my elbow and reach down to pull her long blonde hair out of her face so I can see her greedy mouth swallowing me.

Naomi is better than any porno I’ve ever watched. Her mouth on my cock is the most beautiful thing in existence. If there’s a God, this is how I want to go out of this world, with my Viking Princess’s mouth sucking me so hard I’m about to explode. Those lips are their own God-dammed spiritual experience.

“You're an angel!” I grunt out.

Naomi laughs, pulling her mouth off me. “An angel who sucks cock?" She gives me a raised eyebrow, and I run my thumb over her swollen lip.

“That's the only kind of angel I want.” My tone is heady and thick, and I’m pushing my thumb between her lips. She sucks on my appendage softly, before turning her attention back to the real thing. She grips the base of my cock as she bobs her head up and down, swallowing my impressive length and eyeing me hotly.

I’m losing touch with reality.

I grip her hair with my fist, whispering the wordangelwith every wicked thrust.She doesn’t hold back, cupping my balls and stroking, making my cock twitch violently inside her mouth and threatening to explode.

“Fuck, Naomi,” I hiss. “You're too good at that!"

“Mmmmm,” she hums in response, hollowing her cheeks as the vibrations send sinful shocks through my body.

“I'm gonna come!" I warn, my stomach tightening. "Slow down! Slow down, I want to be inside you.”

“Mmm-mmm,” Naomi disagrees, her mouth sliding off me with a teasing pop. “I’m in control,” she pants, before sheathing my cock again with her warmth.

“You come first,” I growl, gripping her hair tightly and pulling her head back, struggling to keep from exploding.

“Since when do you care who orgasms first?” she asks, her lips flushed. “Happy endings usually go in one direction.”

“I may be a crass asshole, but I can be a gentleman,” I clip out. “Plus, I've seen you ride my cock, and I’m too greedy to not watch it split you in half again.”

“That’s your version of being a gentleman?" Naomi questions, teasingly.

“Get on this table,” I snarl, “and you'll damn well find out.”

“Nope,” Naomi shakes her head, way too calm for the fact that I’m on the verge. "I don't screw on my massage table. My clients use this.”

“That so?” I grunt. “You'll suck me off on this table? But we can’t fuck?”

“Semantics,” Naomi says coyly, stepping back from the table and pointing to the middle of her living room. “Get on the floor.”

“Damn, you’re hot when you’re bossy!” I compliment.

“Just you wait, cowboy,” Naomi sasses, stepping back and losing her scrubs.

Damn!

Naomi wears a lacy pink bra and panty set that’s the same color as the Andromeda dress. It makes her look too elegant for a chump like me. Seriously, thank the gods for my big cock, because there’s no other reason for her to be flashing her incredible body at me.

I slide off the massage table. Wherever Naomi wants to fuck, we can fuck. I’m not pushing it. I drop onto the plush cream-colored rug in the center of her apartment and take my cock in my hand, stroking myself as an invitation. The rug under my ass is way too expensive and soft for what I want to do to her, but I guess it will pad her knees when she decides to come over here.

Naomi turns, and damn, she looks just like a lingerie model. One of those angels with the wings wearing lacy, strappy things.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, not sure if she can hear me, but it’s true just the same.

She smiles, hooking her thumbs into the sides of her thong, making a strip show of it as she pushes the elastic down. She turns and bends over her massage table, showing me her ass as she pushes her thong down her perfectness.

What did this girl do, take strip tease classes? She’s way too good at this. She masterfully drags the fabric lower, leaving it strung between her knees. I can’t help but think about that day in my office, when she pulled her thong to the side and begged me to fuck her against my desk.

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