Page 74 of Indecent Ventures

She sucks them into her mouth while moving her hand up and down my length. I gather her hair. “I think I need to sit for this. I don’t want to stumble over and plummet down thirty feet.”

She pulls her head up and licks her lips. “Death by blow job would be a good way to go though, wouldn’t it?”

I let out a laugh. “Fair point. Keep going.”

She smiles as she slides my dick in between her lips. Her cheeks hollow out as she sucks me deeper into her warm, wet mouth.

I tug her hair. “Take Big Daddy deep, baby girl. I know you can. No one does it better.”

“Hmm.” She takes me deep into her throat. I can feel her throat squeezing around me. She grabs my ass, pushing me as far as I can go.

Her eyes begin to water, but she never lets up. Each time going just a hair deeper. She’s got one hand on the base of my cock and the other on my ass, forcing my movements.

I wipe one of her tears with my thumb and lick it. I tug her hair so our eyes meet. I thrust my hips a bit. “Do you want to sit on this? Maybe play a little hide and seek?”

With a big mouthful of my cock, she nods.

“Good. Cause I can’t stand anymore with you doing this the way you do it.”

She breaks her mouth off me with a pop. When I sit, she crawls on top of me. “How do I do it?”

I lift my eyebrow. “You know you do it well.”

I see a small smile form on her lips. “I went to a top-notch blow job academy. It was a private school for the gifted and talented.”

“Money well spent. Let me know where. I’ll give it a five-star review on Yelp.”

We both laugh as I roll the condom on. She rises to her knees, placing me at her entrance. She digs her nails into my shoulders as she slowly sinks down onto me, breathing a drawn-out version of, “Fuck,” as her head tilts back.

“Tell me how it feels, baby girl. Give me your words.”

She tilts her head back toward me and looks me in the eyes. She affectionately runs her fingers through my hair. “Like everything else in the world fades into the background. Like we’re the only two people. Like you’re overtaking my entire body with pleasure. Like there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Like I never want this feeling to go away.”

That was the most description she’s given me yet. There was something more to it than just sexual.

I lean forward. Just before our lips meet, I whisper, “Me too.” Our lips come together. Our tongues tangle perfectly like we’ve done this together a thousand times before. Maybe we have at this point. I’ve never kissed one woman as much as I’ve kissed her and, somehow, it never feels like enough.

She begins her movements on my body. Up and down. Forward and backward. She’s in a zone, all without breaking this kiss.

More often than not, she’s tied up when we have sex, but not tonight. She’s taking full advantage of it. Her hands move all around my body. She tugs on my hair, rubs my chest, and scratches her nails down my back. She’s leaving no inch untouched.

For a moment, it almost feels like we’re doing more than just fucking, and I like it. She must sense it because she changes course.

Her movements become faster and harder. She’s slamming down onto me. Her ass is slapping my thighs with each pass.

She breaks the kiss and arches her back. “Oh god, Collin. More. Give me more.”

She takes my hands and runs them up her body until they’re at her throat. She squeezes them until I take the cue.

I squeeze her throat hard and thrust up into her. “You like to be fucked with my hands around your throat, don’t you, baby girl?”

“Yes. Harder. Tighter.”

If I squeeze much tighter, she could pass out.

I squeeze just a drop tighter though and thrust up into her as hard as I can. She’s still moving at a fast pace on me. Despite the cold temperatures, our bodies are hot and sweaty.

I can’t hold off any longer. I know she wants to come but is waiting for me. I lean over and whisper in her ear, “Come for Big Daddy.”

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