“Sweet Jesus,” he groaned, his hand gripping her, guiding her as he urged her to suck harder. Eric’s cock jerked in her mouth as his seed flooded her throat. She swallowed as fast as she could, her satisfaction when she managed to swallow every drop showing in her face. Lord, he loved a woman who would swallow.
When he was finished, he collapsed against the wall, his cock pulling from her mouth without a sound. She knelt before him, her hair in wild disarray around her shoulders. The bodice of her blouse — hell it wasn’t a blouse, she was wearing a damn corset — had worked its way down. The top of her breasts spilled out. She licked those luscious lips.
He reached down with shaking hands and pulled up his pants, fastening his zipper but leaving the button undone. He wasn’t finished by a long shot.
“Come here.” He pulled her to her feet and into his arms. “That was beautiful, honey. Just like you.” He kissed her, tasting himself on her tongue.
“Are you ready to let me show you?”
She remembered his words and her pussy flooded. “But how can you…?” She angled a glance downward and gasped. That wasn’t possible.
He was hard and ready.
“Yes, please fuck me,” she begged with a perfect pout.
Eric released his zipper, pushing his jeans to his knees. He reached for her, racking her skirt to her waist. When he realized she wasn’t wearing panties, he groaned and pushed her against the wall, lifting her so that her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. With one swift stroke he filled her. Finally he was exactly where he wanted to be.
Inside her.
The feel of her wet heat surrounding his aching dick was almost more pleasure than he could bear. He wasn’t going to last long but he wanted to please her before taking his own release. With one arm holding her in place, he pulled her top lower, releasing her abundant breasts to his hungry mouth. He made a mental note. Apparently the woman didn’t like underwear.
His mouth closed around one hard peak, then the other, suckling forcefully. There was no gentleness in this taking. He’d promised her a good banging and that’s exactly what he intended to give her. He licked the underside of each breast, then buried his face in the valley between the huge mounds. She was soft as satin and he could very well get lost in her.
Her hands threaded through his hair, and he followed her urging. Taking a turgid nipple into his mouth again he sucked the hard bud then laved the tip with his tongue. Her pussy clenched around him, squeezing his throbbing dick. He’d never felt such pleasure in all his life. He shifted one hand to her hip and, holding her firmly, began to pound her hungry pussy as he’d promised. Her whimpers of need drove him, pushing him to angle her body higher, opening her to take his full length. Damn she felt good.
When her body tensed, he soothed a hand across her hip and down one thigh. “Let go, baby. Come for me.”
With a mewling cry, he felt her come apart in his arms. Her pussy spasmed around his aching cock and he pumped one last time, emptying his seed into her hot canal.
Holy shit, that was
He couldn’t wait to find out.
“So, a Mandingo is what? A large piece of fruit, like a banana? I really don’t get the reference.” Emily snuggled against Eric’s chest in her large king sized bed they’d moved into his brand new house. It’s where they spent most of their time and had since meeting at the club two months ago. She sighed against his firm, slightly hairy chest. A chest that was all hers.
At first she thought he hadn’t heard her. When she raised her head she found him starting down at her with a wary expression.
“What?” Why was he looking at her like that?
He burst out laughing. Huge, belly deep laughter so hard that he actually dislodged her from her very comfortable resting place. Once he got control of himself, he pulled her back against him. “You really don’t know, do you?”
“No.” She pushed her full bottom lip forward in the pouty way he found so exciting. “Jennifer wouldn’t tell me either.”
“Thank God.” He traced his thumb along her lips, pushing the tip inside for her to suck. She obeyed his silent command instantly. “Mandingo, my darling, is not a fruit. It’s…he’s…well, let me show you.”
He rose from the bed, butt naked — she’d never get tired of looking at him — and opened a drawer on his entrainment center. He pulled out a DVD and put it in the player. Grabbing the remote, he hopped back into bed, pulling her close once again.
He hesitated briefly before hitting play. He was very secure in his manhood, very secure in his ability to please this woman. And very secure in this relationship. A warm, happy feeling of contentment spread through his body. He knew his brother would call him girlie if he ever shared this moment with him — which he had no intention of doing — but it was an exceptional moment. He knew fate had intervened when he’d agreed to go to that club two months ago.
“Are we watching a documentary?” She frowned. “If they’ve made a documentary about this, it must be bigger than I thought.”
He cackled again and she pinched his nipple.
“Ouch.”
“Stop laughing at me and show me a Mandingo.”
“Yes ma’am.” Kissing the top of her head, he pressed play.
And showed his woman Mandingo.
Who inspired her in a very sexy way.
