Page 125 of Captivated

“Jesus, Joe.”

His hand landed down on her right ass cheek with a firm swat, and pinked the skin. She stiffened at the smack, but her back relaxed when the sweet sigh she released.

“Yes,” she quickly corrected, “I understand.”

“Good. Take me out, and then give me your hands.”

“W-what?”

He’d made her stutter on her words when he stroked that sleek pussy of hers—all pink, and wet for him—as she spoke. It looked good enough to eat, and he knew she was going to taste hot and tart on his tongue once he really got her worked up good.

He looked forward to it.

“Take me out,” Joe said, working two fingers in and out of her pussy and enjoying the wet sounds her cunt made for him with every stroke, “and then give me your hands.”

Joe knew Liliana was struggling.

To trust, or not to trust.

To compare, or not to compare.

And yet, he didn’t think that she even realized her heart had long ago made the choice that her brain had not. Because she didn’t question him at all as she freed his hard cock from his boxer-briefs, and then extended her arms back to him to lock in tight at her lower back within his large grasp.

“Ask me for it,” he said softly, “use words, babe.”

“Please, Joe. Please give me your mouth and your fingers, and then your cock, too. Please.”

“Good girl.”

It wasn’t like he was actually going to refuse.

Liliana’s warm, silken lips encased his dick at the same time Joe lowered his face to the heaven between her thighs. He hadn’t been wrong—that first taste of her was like nothing else. A flavor unique to her, and it only got better the more she shook, and the hotter her body became. The initial stroke of this tongue through the slit of her sex to tease and test her had Liliana moaning hard despite his dick being halfway in her mouth.

Fuck.

It took everything in him not to jerk his hips upward, and get her swallowing all of him.

Due time.

All in due time, he told himself.

Her first.

His tongue worked her slit and into her pussy while his one hand kept her arms locked firmly at her back, and his other hand worked at her clit. Just two fingers—light pressure, and small, tight circles against the throbbing bud.

It was more than enough.

He loved the way her body responded.

All wet, warm, and shaking.

The faster he ate her pussy and worked his fingers against her clit, the more she made those sweet little sounds around his cock while she sucked him off. It practically vibrated through his whole body, and made him high and drunk all at the same time.

He didn’t need drugs or a drink for that.

Just her.

“Take that cock,” Joe murmured, pulling away from Liliana’s wet sex just long enough to kiss the curve of her ass cheek. He bit the same spot, and felt her jerk from the surprise shock of pain. He did it again just to feel the way her throat constricted against his dick with her gasp. “Do you wanna swallow my cum after I fuck you, ballerina? Get a taste of you on my dick again?”