Page 42 of The C*ck Down the Block

I leaned in and braced over her nipples. “We make sure you’re close again before I get my cock out.”

And then I did what I’d been thinking about for the last ten years. I wrapped one elastic strap of her bra around the finial on her headboard and secured the other around her wrists. Then I grabbed a pillow, propped it under her back so she had to arch for me, and started teasing both of those sensitive points with my tongue as if they were soft little berries meant just for me to eat up.

Trixie arched and whimpered into every touch and suckle, moans coming faster each time as I alternated between sucking on them, pulling them gently between two fingers, and going back with my tongue again. Then I did the exact same thing between her legs, sucking on her clit, twisting it between my fingers, and going back again with my tongue.

I so wanted to be that guy that could just give his girl a dozen orgasm and then fuck her like a fucking porn star, but with every touch, I was losing my own god-damned control. The more she moaned and whimpered, the harder I was getting. I was already dry humping the fucking mattress as it was, and the only thing saving me was that I wasn’t naked.

If I had been, I’d be inside of her, coming already.

I wanted this night to be the one that she’d remember for the rest of our lives.

One more quick tease and then I’d crawl back over her and fuck us both into oblivion. I dragged my tongue over her clit and, whoo boy, my girl was a live wire. She cried out my name and her knees clenched around my head as she came apart again.

Well, damn. I couldn’t help but laugh. And cry a little that I wasn’t going to get to fuck her yet, but I loved how she came apart from me over and over and over.

I popped my head back up and stared up at her. She was panting, eyes closed, with a full-on look of bliss on her face. That was almost as satisfying. Almost.

I crawled up her body, dropping little kisses to all her curves and soft spots along the way, until I made it to my very favorite curve of hers. The curve of her smile.

This time I just gave her a soft kiss, gentle, to help her come back to me from that little nirvana she was floating in. I undid the makeshift ties holding her arms over her head and kissed the inside of her elbow.

She peeked one eye open and her smile got even brighter. “Is it my turn to touch you, make you feel this good?”

“Babe, I promise, fucking you will definitely feel good.”

She sat up and gave me the sweetest kiss, stroking her hand down my cheek. But her other hand went to the button on my jeans. I helped her unbuckle them, and then quickly stood to shuck them. She hopped off the bed at the same time and gave me the cutest little shove, trying to make me sit or maybe lie on the bed for her.

I didn’t move at first, because, what, like she was going to tackle me? But she gave me a smirk and a one eyebrow raise that did me in. If she’d look at me like that wearing some kind of naughty librarian outfit, I’d be a goner.

Once I was sat at the edge of the bed where she wanted me, she leaned forward, putting her hands on my shoulders and her lips to my ear. “But I want to hear you call me your good girl again while you fuck my mouth.”

How the hell had I gotten so lucky to get a woman like Trixie? I reached up and cupped her chin in my hand, kissed her hard, and gave her what she wanted, because we were both going to enjoy it. “Then get on your knees and take this dick like a good girl.”

Her eyes went dark and she hissed in a breath. Yeah, my girl definitely had some kinks that I was more than willing to have some fun with.

She dropped to her knees and put her hands on my thighs. For a minute she just stared at my cock, and I didn’t know whether she was sizing me up like a tasty treat or was worried. I wasn’t the biggest guy in the locker room, but I was larger than the average, umm, mustang.

I fisted my cock in one hand and pushed the other into her hair. I was going to say whatever she wanted to take was fine by me, or something, but then she dipped her head and took my head between her lips, and for the hundredth time tonight, I forgot my own fucking name. “Jesus, fuck, Trixie. Your mouth is so god-damned hot.”

I wasn’t going to last long at all, which was a crying shame, because the way she was swirling her tongue around, exploring every fucking centimeter of my cock, was fucking amazing. I fisted her hair and guided her head up and down. She groaned, and the vibrations sent me so close I had to grit my teeth and take several harsh deep breaths to keep from coming.

She looked up at me through those gorgeous lashes, and I had to pull her off my dick or come without delay. I bent forward and kissed her swollen lips, then whispered against her mouth, “You are so fucking good at this, baby.”

Did she blush from that? She was sucking my dick and a little bit of praise had her blushing? God, the innocence of her mixed with the pure eroticism of having her on her knees for me was damn near perfect. I gripped her hair tighter and growled into her ear. “I want you to touch yourself while you suck my cock. Make us both come, sweetheart.”

She nodded and her eyes darted to the side. That hilarious tentacle vibrator was within reach, and looking at it now, it wasn’t a fucking dildo. It was meant for her to grind her pussy on. I snagged a pillow from behind me and dropped it between us. “Put that thing on this and let me hear how good it makes you feel while you suck my dick.”

She pushed the little button, straddled the pillow, and slid the toy underneath her. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment and I grabbed her face between my hands. “That’s it, baby, ride that thing, and when you’re close, come put your mouth on me again, because I’ve been this close to coming since I first touched you, and I’m not gonna last long in your hot mouth.”

She nodded and bit her lip, swiveling her hips.

“Look at me while you play with your toy, Trix. I want to watch you get yourself off.” I tipped her face up so she was forced to look directly into my eyes. Her pupils were blown, her eyes so dark I think I could see into her soul. She was so beautiful, and I was so god-damned in love with her.

This wasn’t the sex talking.

I was so fucking in love with Beatrix Moore.

Getting to finally touch her, taste her, claim her body, was just the cherry on top. She was the ice cream, the chocolate, and the sprinkles, and I would never get enough of her.

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