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I loved how she took her time, as though she was enjoying every bit of this, and it made it feel more magical for me than I could explain. She momentarily leaned down to take it all with her hand, and then took the whole length once again into her mouth.
I felt like I was going to lose my mind. She took me all the way down to the back of her throat, and then she pulled back up, licking me on the way. I saw the most gorgeous smile appear across her lips, and I was fucking gone.
I liked her. More than I want to admit. There was no longer any use denying it or lying to myself. It was pointless. I wanted her more than just tonight, but before I got ahead of myself and proposed to her, I calmed the fuck down. She got to work, her speed suddenly picking up as though she couldn’t torture me any longer. As though the torture was hurting her more now. Her hand fisted my length in tandem with her mouth, and the steady surge and dip in pleasure was intoxicating. I wanted to act unaffected; however, as her head bobbed even faster, and at the sight of her boobs beneath, this wasn’t something I could manage. My chest began to heave, and in no time, my hips began to writhe.
“Fuck,” I swore as spit leaked around her lips. For a woman that seemed so elegant and clean, she was suddenly filthy in the most sensual of ways, and I loved it more than words could express. So many facets of her, and I wanted to explore every single one of them.
I loved the way she licked me from tip to root and then back, going even further to pull my balls into her mouth one after the other. I was mesmerized, enthralled, and now dangerously close to coming. I had expected to have to finish up on my own, however, my thighs were already bunching, and my legs were shaking. I was going to come all over her face in a matter of seconds, and all I could focus on was holding it at bay.
Suddenly, she reached behind her to unhook her bra, and her breasts spilled out before me. They were even more gorgeous than I had imagined. Without the barrier, they were the most gorgeous volume, but what made my entire abdomen clench was when she reached forward, took my cock, and slid it in between her breasts. I was slick and wet, so it began to slide through with ease, without much friction. I couldn’t believe the sight. I couldn’t look away, especially as she licked her lips and went even faster. Everything about this scene was unbelievable.
The way she grabbed her own breasts and tried to kiss the tip of my cock when it came close to her mouth, the teasing, the enjoyment. I couldn’t hold back any longer. Pulling my cock from between her breasts, I sent it back into her mouth, and she knew just what to do. She was in sync with me, grabbing my naked, taut ass from behind, she bobbed her head, sucking me as hard as she could, and I exploded.
“Fuck!” I yelled out in what had to be the loudest groan I had ever heard from myself.
I couldn’t stop coming, couldn’t stop pumping my hips into her mouth as I emptied my seed into her warmth. It had been hands-free, she had been all that was needed, and I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t stand still afterward, could definitely not hold myself upright, and so I leaned against the counter and tried to recover. She, however, didn’t relent; she licked her lips and the spots on her chest, and then she came over and continued to gently milk me with her hands.
After such an explosive release, I found that I was still fucking hard. This was going to be a long and very loud night, I realized. As I continued to watch her, still on her knees, her face flushed and her lips slightly swollen, I pulled her up to her feet, unable to hold back, I crushed her to my body and took her lips in a deep and extremely passionate kiss.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Hannah
Icouldn’t believe just how much I had enjoyed that. I had only ever been in one relationship in all my twenty-seven years, and it had been mediocre, to say the least. Sucking my ex’s dick at the time had not been amongst my favorite activities, and at the time, I was sure it was just the act itself. After we had broken up, I had all but sworn off the activity as a whole, but then here I was, barely out of my mind with pleasure from having sucked him off.
I loved his reaction. He was such a powerful man, and at every point in time, he seemed to possess the kind of control that I truly couldn’t fathom. However, from the moment when I was on my knees before him, I felt that control was handed over to me. To be able to make him lose balance like that—it sent chills down my spine. The more time I spent with him, the more I was convinced of just how much I liked him in every ramification. It saddened me even more as he kissed me and more or less took my breath away that this would be our only time. I wished I hadn’t quit, but then, this was happening because I had, and as a result, I had no regrets.
I was soaking wet. Cum was smeared all over my chest and boobs, and it was the most erotic sight. I couldn’t believe just how filthy I could be, but there was something about me that had made me feel that way from the very first moment, and what an absolute joy it was to find out that I had been right and that our connection was something electric. I would go as far as to call it special, but for what we were doing with it right now, for what it was doing to us, I was immensely appreciative.
He kissed me for so long that I lost myself, and then he eventually pulled away. I knew that neither of us would ever admit this out loud, even with a gun to our heads, but I loved the way we looked at each other.
We had quite similar personalities, I was beginning to realize. Quiet, calm for the most part, watchful, extremely sensual, and of course, with a temper. Sometimes it truly was like losing in the moment, but now, however, I just felt so deeply connected to him.
As he held my gaze, however, he soon turned naughty. His hand moved toward the zipper of my skirt on the side, and then he was pulling it down my hips. I watched as it went down, anticipation rapidly building once again to a fever pitch. The skirt needed a little tug given my curves, but he was more than capable of handling it. Soon, it was a puddle around my feet, and then his gaze perused down my body. I couldn’t believe I was standing so naked before my boss, but when I remembered once again, and sadly, that he was no longer my boss, I was able to slightly feel a bit better. There were pluses and minuses to this change, but at this moment, I was willing to accept them all.
I loved the feel of his hands on my skin. Everywhere he touched was left burning with heat and arousal in its wake. Goosebumps broke out across my flesh, and when he caught and drew on the string of my lacy thong, I was so glad that I had worn decent underwear that day. It was my last pair, and one I didn’t usually like to wear given how uncomfortable it could get with the string between my cheeks. But I’d run out due to my suddenly busy schedule of trying to keep up with him. All throughout the week, I’d reached for sensible, comfortable briefs until today, and what do you know, it turned out to be my very lucky day. I couldn’t help but feel then as though I was being divinely consoled for all the stress and work of this week, and of course, this fortunate finale.
As the string snapped against my skin, I gasped and couldn’t help but bite down against my lips. The pain was such a sharp addition to the pleasure that I could feel myself leak. I couldn’t help but imagine then what it would be like to get rammed by him from behind, as well as smacked on my ass cheeks till my skin burned red. This I was going to ask for if we got the time, I decided then not to hold back for anything, because there was really no point. We wouldn’t be seeing each other again.
I even wanted to hold him, but I found myself unable to until the next second arrived and he reached between my thighs and grabbed my sex. I gasped, out loud, into his face. Pleased, he leaned forward to suck on my lips as his fingers sunk into the wet folds of my sex, and then he began to stroke my very sensitive and swollen clit.
This was what I had wished for him to do so many times in the last week that it had begun to seem like a prayer, or maybe a wish, and now it was coming true. I couldn’t believe it. Astonished, the sweetest emotions flooded my system at the feel of his strong fingers at such a sensitive spot. So many times, I had watched him read with them or sign with them or pick up his cup of coffee with them and I had wished that they were inside me, finger fucking me till I screamed, and now this was where we were headed. I had no qualms about grabbing him then because if I didn’t, there was no argument about the fact that I was going to fall on my face. He couldn’t play with my clit and palm me as hard as he was without me crumbling.
The best was when he shifted the soaked thong to the side and then his fingers slid into me, lean and strong. One and then two, I was out of my mind. I had done the same to him a few minutes earlier, but now that he was reciprocating, and I couldn’t keep my cool, I felt almost vengeful. Since I couldn’t do more than moan and then a deeper moan and jerk and writhe, I dug my nails into him, willing him to both stop and keep going. Eventually, with my eyes nearly rolling into the back of my sockets, he pulled away and left me collapsing forward, nearly gasping for breath.
“Fuck! Guy,” I cried and could feel his smile against my face. He held me solidly, and then he was jerking the thong down my hips. I loved just how rough he was, how bruising he was, and in no time, I was completely naked before him. With a sharp jerk of my hand, he pulled me toward the counter and kicked my legs apart. I loved every moment of it so much that I couldn’t help but lower my upper body against the counter. I needed the rest; however, when he spread my cheeks, I was instantly alarmed. I wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to do, but I soon found out when he lowered to his knees. His tongue was on me, and I barely screamed. That wet, heated, heavy feeling of his tongue against my most intimate space was overwhelming. I couldn’t stand it, and yet the last thing I wanted was for him to pull away.
“Guy,” tears burned my eyes as he licked me through, and my legs began to shake. My previous ex had been weird about this. On some days, he’d want to, and on some others, he wouldn’t, and he never seemed to enjoy it. Guy, on the other hand, made me feel like I was a freaking meal. The way he ate me up was astonishing, and truly, it was impossible for me to tell how long I lasted. It wasn’t long though because soon his fingers returned to my sex, and then he began to finger fuck me in and out as though loosening me up. I soon found this to be accurate as a third finger slid in, and then he banded an arm around me. I straightened then, and I would never know how he did it, but his rhythm was instantly out of control. He was so fast that I came, his thumb stroking the sensitive top of my clit as his fingers battered into me.
I screamed, or maybe I cried, I couldn’t tell, but I was so freaking out of it that my legs didn’t stop shaking. And thus, at the conclusion, he had no choice but to lift me off the floor and into his arms. I couldn’t tell where he was taking me, and I truly didn’t care, but in what felt like seconds, my naked back was lowering down onto the cool fabric couch, and he was spreading me wide open. I tried to push him away; I was too sore, too sensitive, but the slow, gentle heat of his mouth as he sucked my clit with care forced me then to collapse back onto the couch in complete and absolute submission.
I had no complaints, and with his slow, careful ministrations, no surprise either when, in no time, I was coming all over again right into his mouth. I jerked and twisted, grabbing my breasts and kneading them, sensitive and flushed and tortured all over. By the end of it, I was so sated that I couldn’t move. The times I had pleasured myself to take the edge off calling out his name came to mind, and I was simply floored by the difference in satisfaction. Everything was heated as I felt the weight of him on top of me.
He seemed just as exhausted as I was, just as overwhelmed, and so against my better judgment, I held him close and buried my face into the crook of his neck. He smelled so sweet, so clean, and I committed it to memory. I wished we could do more; I wished we could keep going. However, I was so spent that all I could do was thank god that this wasn’t some prolonged, sick dream I hadn’t yet woken up from the previous night, and shut my eyes just as he did, to fall into the deepest, sweetest slumber.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Guy
