She did, without hesitation.
“Oh shit. Gonna come, baby,” I warned and tried to pull out, but she clung to me, sucking harder.
I blew, groaning helplessly, near whimpering as I pumped hot come down her throat.
Lila swallowed the load, lids fluttering, those beautiful eyes still on me as her throat worked, taking it all.
I’d never come like this before, not from a blow job, shit, not even from fucking.
She didn’t release my dick, but kept sucking, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me, until I started softening. I finally pulled free from her mouth and tugged her to her feet and kissed her hard.
I could taste my come mixed with Lila’s own addictive taste, and dirty fucker that I am, I loved it.
I looked into her eyes. “Shit, Bambi.”
She smiled shyly. “I liked seeing you like that,” she whispered huskily, licking her abused lips.
My head was spinning. “At your mercy?”
The smile turned wicked. “Yes.”
I barked out a laugh and steered her toward the bed. “Woman, I’ve been your bitch since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
She giggled and flopped down on my bed.
Lila thought I was joking around. I wasn’t.
The curvy little librarian watching me shove my sweats off the rest of the way owned me.
Every fucked-up part.
Chapter Twelve
Lila
My giggles stopped as Jesse prowled toward me, naked and so beautiful I thought I might die.
He came down on top of me, his fingers shoved into my hair, his mouth descending on mine. He kissed me deeply, thoroughly, then rested his forehead against mine. “I want to taste your pussy, Lila. Will you let me make you come with my mouth?”
My hands were moving over his back, smooth and muscled. He was trembling. I squirmed under him, hot and wet and so incredibly turned on after sucking him, I’d let him do anything he wanted to me. I just wanted him to touch me.
“Yes,” I gasped out.
One of his hands slid up under my pj top and he covered my breast, squeezing restlessly. “Yes?”
“Yes, I want that.” I wanted it badly.
He shoved my top up and off and hissed as he looked down at me. Both of his hands cupped the undersides of my breasts, his thumbs dragging over my nipples. I moaned and moved my legs restlessly.
“Fuck, Bambi. I’ve dreamed about getting my hands on these. Christ…” He all but fell on them, sucking a nipple deep into his mouth.
I cried out, arching beneath him. Jesse’s rough-skinned hands held me down, and he licked and sucked one until I was panting and squirming, then moved to the other.
Finally, when I couldn’t stand it another moment, he kissed down my belly, and those large, scarred hands moved to the elastic waistband of my pj shorts. Sliding lower, he tugged them down my legs and flung them and my boots and fuzzy socks aside.
Then he was back, dragging his nose and mouth along the inside of my thigh, pushing my legs wide, settling between them. I waited for his mouth to touch me where I needed him most, but nothing happened. I looked down my body.
Jesse had lifted his head and was looking down at me, nostrils flaring, and the look on his face had me clenching involuntarily.
“Jesse?” I whispered, starting to feel self-conscious.
He dragged his nose along my slit, over my panties, nudging my clit. I bit my lip.
“Like these pretty panties, Bambi. A lot. But I’ve been fantasizing about what’s underneath for so fucking long.” He hooked his finger around the fabric between my legs, covering me, and slowly pulled it aside.
Cool air hit my slick flesh.
He cursed softly. “Baby, so pretty,” he said on a rough exhale.
I couldn’t look away as Jesse hungrily stared at my tender flesh. He leaned in and softly, so softly lapped at the seam, not going deep, just teasing. He shuddered, then dragged my underwear down my legs and threw them aside. As soon as he was back, he used his fingers to spread me wide and groaned.
“Such a pretty little pussy. Anyone had their mouth on you before, Lila?” he asked, voice strained.
“N-no.” I wanted to jam my legs together to relieve the ache.
“No,” he said, repeating me. “That’s because this pussy is mine, isn’t, Lila?”
“Y-yes.” It was. I was.
His tongue flicked out again, going deep this time, tasting more of me, and he growled. He pressed the tip of his finger to my opening, not pushing in, just resting there. “Can’t wait to work my cock in here.” He pressed more firmly, but still not inside me. “You’re gonna let me do that soon, aren’t you, Lila? Let me fuck this tight little pussy.” Another swipe of his tongue. “So wet, baby. Christ, look at you. Your thighs are slick, juice running down your ass. You want it bad, don’t you, sweetheart?”
I whimpered. No one had ever talked to me like that, and I liked it. I liked everything he was doing, everything he was saying.
“P-please.”
“Please, who?”
“Please, Jesse.”
“I’m not gonna fuck you tonight, Lila. Not yet. But I am going to make you come until you beg me to stop, then I’m going to come on those gorgeous tits just like I’ve been dreaming about.”
Heat sliced through me, zaps of electricity shooting through my lower belly as the ache between my legs got deeper, more intense. My hand dropped to his head at the same time as his mouth covered me fully. He sucked and licked, kissed me there, like he couldn’t get enough.
Finally, he pushed his finger inside me without warning, pushing deep, then back out. I arched, wanting more, needing more. And he gave it to me, dragging his tongue up to my clit and sucking as he thrust back in. That was all it took. It was too much. An orgasm exploded through me and I called out his name as I came against his mouth.
Jesse didn’t stop, but he eased back, gently lapping at me, his finger still inside me, and slowly, steadily, he worked me back up. I don’t know how long he stayed there, bringing me back to the brink, but soon he had me quivering and rolling my hips, desperate for more all over again.
He eased his finger out, and when he pushed back inside adding another. The stretch made me moan.
“So tight, Lila. Fuck.” He thrust in and out, his thumb sliding over my clit now. “Baby, I’m gonna have to make sure you’re drenched when you finally take my cock.”
I mumbled something incoherent, on the verge of coming again and the dirty things he said had me right on the edge. I shook and whimpered, my inner muscles fluttering. He thrust into me faster as his gorgeous eyes lifted to mine. “Come all over my fingers again, Bambi. Give it to me.”
“Oh God…Jesse.” My inner muscles clamped down on his fingers, clenching and releasing as I came hard again.
I tried to slam my legs closed around his hand, but he held my legs wide and kept thrusting in and out, fingers curled, hitting that spot deep inside, prolonging my orgasm. It built, kept building, like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I screamed as a gush of liquid heat rushed from me, my body jerking and trembling, fully at his mercy.
Jesse groaned, and when I finally collapsed back, he eased his fingers from my body and rose above me. He gripped his cock, his fingers still glistening from being inside me, and straddled my body. His gaze was dark and full of hunger as he slid his hand up and down the thick length of his cock, fast and rough.