Page 115 of S is for SEX

VINCE

May 8th, 2015

I watched as she walked down the hallway toward where I was seated. A firm believer that she was without a doubt the most beautiful creature God had ever created, I sat and admired her without trying to bring attention to the fact I was doing so. Watching her simply meander from point “A” to point “B”, for me, had to be comparable to what most men experienced watching a Victoria’s Secret runway show.

“I love you,” she said as she stepped to my side.

I leaned forward, kissed her lightly, and gazed at her admiringly as I pulled my lips from hers.

“I love you,” she said. “Very much.”

“So, you ready to get out of here?” I asked as I picked up the glasses and plates from the table.

She placed her hands on her hips and arched her back slightly. “I don’t think so,” she said.

“Oh no?” I asked as I walked toward the kitchen.

I placed the dirty dishes in the sink, turned to face her, and shrugged my shoulders. “I think it was a great evening here. Kind of romantic, if you ask me.”

“It was,” she said. “It was very romantic.”

“What are we going to do now?” I asked as I motioned around the room. “Here?”

She twisted back and forth on the balls of her feet, her hands still pressed against her hips. “Well, I’m going to suck that big cock of yours. I don’t care what you do.”

“Oh are you?” I asked.

She nodded her head, reached behind her head with both hands, and tightened her ponytail.

“Yep. Sure am,” she said as she lowered her hands.

With her eyes fixed on mine, she began to walk in my direction. The entire twenty or so feet, she maintained eye contact, walking slowly and gracefully. She stopped mere inches from where I was standing, still gazing into my eyes, and lowered herself onto her knees, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.

By the time she reached me, my dick was fighting against the fabric of the denim jeans, aching to be released.

Without speaking, I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my cock, gazing into her eyes as I did so.

She took me in her hand, and while still looking up at me intently, licked the pre-cum from the tip of my dick, leaving a small strand of it connecting her tongue to the head for a long second before it finally fell, only to be caught by her hand and lifted to her mouth.

As she licked her hand, it was over for me. I couldn’t take it any longer. Seeing her doing what she was doing was far too much for me, and on this particular night, although I wasn’t drunk, I was well aware I wouldn’t make it a matter of minutes.

Sienna was much too sexy of a woman.

I bent my knees slightly, reached down and slipped my hands under her armpits, and as she began to encompass the swollen head in with her lips, I lifted her from her knees and to her feet.

“What?” she asked innocently.

“Don’t even start,” I said. “You know what. You do that shit on purpose, you sexy little bitch.”

She pressed the tip of her index finger to her lips, doing her best to look innocent, but appeared to be as guilty as she truly was. “I just love that big cock of yours, that’s all,” she said.

“And I love that tight little pussy of yours,” I said as I lifted her in the air.

Her eyes met mine as I hoisted her above the floor and held her in the air, her feet dangling six inches from the floor.

“What are you going to do to me, you big mean biker?” she asked in another effort to be as innocent as she could in appearance.

“Whatever I want to,” I said as I held her in place.

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