“No,” she said, touching his bare, incredibly sexy male chest. “We’re doing it here.”
He peered at her, his hazel eyes darkening to matte black. Her limbs loosened, and she almost fell on her ass. The way he looked at her, with quiet hunger, never failed to melt her insides.
In a matter of weeks he’d leave her town, her house, her life. She needed to have memories of Vincent screwing her in every room and nook of her home to replace all the loneliness and darkness from before. This is me being hopeful.
He led her to the porch area facing the greenbelt, leaning into the wooden rail. She hoped it wouldn’t give out while they fucked. As he pressed into it, a lazy creak filled the air, and she suppressed a chuckle. Her house was falling apart… and he was the man helping her pull it back together. Vincent.
“I jacked off today, thinking of you,” he whispered in her ear, his breath fanning her lobe. Goosebumps rose on her arms, and she moaned, delighted with his candor. Vincent wasn’t a man of many words, but he did make them count.
“Yeah?” She touched his chest, which gave a light shiver under her caress. She reveled in the chance to feel his bumps and ridges, the smoothness of his skin covering the hardness of his body. The body of a man who worked hard. “What was I doing?”
“You were sucking my cock. Then I fucked you over the kitchen table until we both came.”
She slid her hand down, stopping on his waistband. “I think the real-life version is better.”
“Let’s see,” he hissed out.
She unzipped his pants, and squealed when his cock greeted her without the confines of underwear. Moaning, she fisted his large cock, then ran the tip of her finger up and down his length. He threw back his head, closing his eyes for a moment, his lips thinned like he wanted to trap a guttural sound inside.
A sense of empowerment traveled down her spine, and she continued her exploration, loving to fondle his velvety skin, pleased that he was that phenomenally hard for her.
Unable to wait any longer, she kneeled in front of him. He watched her, and though she felt her cheeks warming, she kept going with her plan. This was in plain daylight, unlike when they’d made love in the room after dark. Or in the living room the day before. The rays of sunshine greeted them, and his every reaction she’d imprint in her mind.
She licked his cock, her tongue lazily swirling around his salty flesh.
He groaned. “That’s right, Natalie. You like my cock, don’t you?”
“I love it,” she said, squeezing his heavy, tight balls. “Every part of you is so big and overpowering.”
“It’s all for you, baby. All for your naughty mouth and body.”
She continued to lap at his cock, as a coat of her own essence drenched her underwear. Pleasuring him made her feel fucking hot, and aroused.
“Fuck, Natalie, you’re killing me. You suck me so good, baby. No one ever sucked me the way you do. You want me so much.”
“Yes I do, I do.” She licked him. “I can feel you’re close,” she said, tasting the pre-cum from his head.
“God, yes. Do you want me, Natalie? Do you want all of me? My seed, in your throat, as I fuck your sexy mouth until I explode inside of you?”
Her pussy clenched. “Yes. Oh, God, yes. I want it, Vincent. So bad.”
“Don’t move, darlin’,” he said, holding her shoulder. “Let me fill you with my load.”
She remained still, and he began thrusting and withdrawing himself out of her. She parted her lips wider, feeling him throb inside her, his veins expanding. Soon, he released his jism, and she swallowed him, tasting him, allowing the generous flow of his hot seed down her throat. When he stopped and slipped his semi-hard cock out of her mouth, she licked a drop from the corner of her mouth with her tongue.
“What am I going to do with you, Natalie?” he said, stretching out his hand to help her to her feet.
“Oh, I have some ideas.”
A devilish smile formed on his lips.
Then, the sound of the doorbell along with some hard knocks on the front door almost made her jump.
* * *
“Stay here,love. I’ll go see who it is,” he said, zipping up his pants, and grabbing the white undershirt he’d removed earlier from the outdoor metal chair. Love. Why had he used that term of endearment with so many others available? A warm sensation moved through him, and he found himself smiling as he crossed her house.
Just because Natalie brought out his soft side didn’t mean he’d lost his common sense. Their “relationship” was nothing more than a fling—a controversial and forbidden fling, should anyone find out.