“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans as he stares down at the wet spot on the gusset of my panties. From the way he’s looking at the thing scrap of red lace I’m wearing, I’m extremely glad I took the time to go to Sugarhill’s only boutique for some new lingerie.
I lick my lips. “You do that to me. You always have,” I confess.
He growls, ripping the panties from my body. Not just pulling them off, he literally rips them from my body. So hot. I’ve never had a man want me so much that he can’t control himself. I’m starting to think that Amos is everything I’ve ever wanted, not just out of bed, but in it too.
My back arches at the first swipe his tongue across my clit. I thread my fingers through his hair, telling him how much I love his mouth on me. He’s eating me like he’s starving and I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. It’s a heady feeling knowing how much he’s enjoying eating my pussy. Most men go at it like a chore. Not Amos, he’s licking and sucking at my pussy like he’ll die without it.
“I’m going to come… Oh, God, your mouth feels so good.” He growls into my pussy, redoubling his efforts as he drives me closer to my release. I’m right on the edge when he pushes two thick fingers inside me and immediately finds my g-spot. I scream as my orgasm ricochets through me, unable to control the sounds I’m making. I’ve never been a screamer, but apparently, I’ve never had a lover like Amos.
My orgasm subsides, and he pulls away, licking his fingers clean of my release. “Mmm delicious,” he says, crawling up my body. He kisses me deeply, sharing my flavor with me. So dirty. I love it.
I push on his shoulder, and he willingly rolls over so that our positions are flipped, and I’m perched on top of his big body. I nip his chin as I make my way down his chest. I push his shirt up so I can see all those tattooed muscles. He pulls the shirt off, and I gasp at how perfect he looks.
My hands roam up and down his thick muscles, raking my fingertips over his nipples. He shudders, looking at me with hooded eyes. I follow the trail my hands are making with my mouth down his body to the top of his jeans. I undo his belt then his jeans. He lifts his hips helping me pull them down and off. His cock springs free. He’s long and thick, beads of precome drip from his tip, trailing down his length.
My mouth waters. I’ve never wanted to suck a cock as much as I want his in my mouth. I take him in my hand, stroking him a few times before licking the drops from him. I look up at him as I slowly lave his cock. His head is thrown back, hands fisted in the bedding. I open my mouth and take the first couple inches, licking around the head as I lightly suck. His eyes pop open, and he looks down at me like a burning man.
I stroke him with my hand as I take him in my mouth, licking and sucking him deeper and deeper on every pass. I groan when his hands fist my hair, and his hips punch up, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. I greedily accept the extra inches, redoubling my efforts to take more of him.
“Fuck, your mouth is like heaven. Jesus. That’s it, sweets, fucking suck my cock so good.”
I hum around him loosening my jaw further so he can take full control. I have become nothing more than an outlet for his driving need. I love it. His restraint has snapped, and he’s taking exactly what he wants, and I’m exhilarated. My hand slips down between my legs, and I tease my clit as I take him.
Using his firm grip on my hair, he pulls me up off of him, and I whimper. I want more. I don’t want this to be over yet. I want to taste his release. I want to taste his loss of control as he comes down my throat. I pull against his hold, barely able to lick the tip of my tongue on the angry red head of his cock. He wants it as bad as I do, but he’s got something else in mind, which becomes apparent when he lifts me bodily until I’m straddling his lap, his big cock a delicious tease between my legs.
I move up and down, spreading my wetness all over him. Fuck he’s huge. I have a sliver of doubt that I can even take him. He’s so much bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with, and it’s as intimidating as it is arousing.
Amos strips me of my shirt and bra. I’m perched on his lap, rubbing my pussy wantonly on his cock, completely naked to him. From the look in his eyes, he loves what he’s seeing. It does something to me that feels a lot less like lust and a whole lot more like another L-word. One that I am not even remotely ready to explore.
We’ve been tiptoeing around this thing for months now, but even so, it’s too soon to think about anything more than a little bit of fun—okay, a whole lot of fun. I’m lost in sensation and don’t realize his intentions until he’s rolled us and is entirely in control again.
He kneels between my spread legs, rubbing the head of his cock around my clit then down to my entrance. I suck in a breath as his thick length slowly penetrates me. The feeling is one of pure, white-hot pleasure. He’s stretching me so perfectly; all I can do is beg for more.
“Don’t worry, sweetness, you’re
