“Good answer.” My hand slid up his chest and shoulder and I cupped the back of his neck, my fingers stroking the short strands of hair in the back, and I stepped in closer, letting my lips land lightly on his mouth.
His hand instinctively tugged me near, his soft mouth opening slightly for mine, giving me a sample of a phenomenal kiss. He felt my bottom lip between his and gave me a slow and seductive kiss, a gentle breath, before he kissed me again, this time his hand slipping into my hair, his large fingers cupping my neck. He gave me a final kiss, a touch that made me numb from the lips down, an embrace that silenced the loud music around us, the conversations from other customers. When he pulled away, his eyes stayed on my mouth, like that kiss was as satisfying to him as it was to me.
My hand moved to his wrist, my fingers wrapping around his hardness, my lips slightly open as I lifted my gaze and looked into his. The kiss was short and simple, but it floored me, made my knees go weak, made me anxious to get this dress off and feel him deep inside me. “That was nice.”
His eyes flicked up to mine. “Honey, you ain’t seen nothing yet…”
We entered the empty apartment and headed to my bedroom.
I had a queen-sized bed and a dresser with a closet, not much room for anything besides sleeping and getting dressed. But it was big enough for the two of us to enjoy each other, to grab each other hard and kiss with hungry lips.
His hand pulled down my zipper and got the dress loose, letting the fabric fall off my body until it pooled on the floor at my feet.
His hand was in my hair, fisting the strands as he kissed me hard, breathed into my mouth with a quiet moan. He gave me his experienced tongue, moving around mine and taking my breath away.
God, I knew this was going to be good.
My hand grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his chiseled torso, the endless grooves between powerful muscles and his lean frame. With parted lips, I stared at his body like I was looking at a model on a fitness magazine. “Oh wow…”
His eyes were on me, seeing the skintight, black lingerie. He inhaled a deep breath, his eyes darkening in a deeper form of lust. It was a black bodysuit made of thin lace, showing my nipples through the fabric, my belly button piercing, the opening between my legs so he could fuck me without taking it off. “Fuck yeah.” His voice was deeper and more rugged, so sexy. His eyes roamed over my body until they lifted to mine again.
My mouth moved to his chest, and I kissed his tanned skin, his strong pectoral muscles, dragging my tongue along a cord in his neck. My hands got his jeans loose at the same time, pushing them over his narrow hips and his tight ass. I pushed his boxers down too, getting him buck naked, his cock the monstrous size I’d been hoping for. “Yum…” My hand wrapped around his length and I massaged his hardness, my thumbs gliding over the thick vein, loving the searing heat from all the blood that filled his big dick.
His hand moved into my hair again, and he kissed me while he felt me rub him, my thumb moving over the tip where he’d started to drip. He backed me farther into the bed, anxious with desire.
I ended the kiss, looked into his dangerous eyes, and then lowered myself to my knees.
He released a deep breath, his hand immediately grabbing my hair and keeping it off my face, like he was ready to dive between my lips and glide over my tongue.
I pointed his dick at my mouth then kissed his tip, my eyes locked on to his heated gaze. I kissed his head the way I kissed his mouth, a slow start, an innocent embrace. Then I pushed him into my throat, feeling his thickness occupy my entire mouth, making it difficult to breathe right away.
He closed his eyes and moaned, his features tightening, his breath coming out shaky.
I flattened my tongue and kept going, moving at a slow pace so he could just enjoy it without needing to explode. I liked to be selfless in bed to see how he would respond. It was basically an interview to see if he was qualified to be a regular. If he gave what he received and cared about getting me off, then he made the cut.
I really wanted this man to make the cut.
He started to thrust into my mouth, moaning when he watched me take all of him, his breaths becoming shakier as his face tinted a beautiful red color. His fingers gripped my neck, and he steadied me as he pulled his dick out, like he couldn’t take much more of it. His hand gripped mine, and he helped me to my feet before he backed me onto the bed. His hands gripped my hips and lifted me up, bringing my ass to the edge of the bed.
He fished a condom out of his jeans before he rolled it on. But instead of fucking me, he moved to his knees on the rug and buried his face in the opening of the lingerie.
“Oh yes…” My head rolled back, and I closed my eyes, loving his manners.
And he was so good at eating pussy. He was a goddamn professional.
His tongue circled my clit before he sucked on it, applying the right pressure, the right wetness, the right everything.
It brought me close to the edge. “Right there…a little more.”
He circled harder, going and going.
My hand dug into his hair as I came, pressing my pussy into his face, moaning so loud Charlie would hear us if he were home. Tears formed in my eyes because it was so good. I whimpered like I was about to sob. “Dax…yes.” I rolled my hips and finished, feeling the electrified burn in all the nerves in my body.
He got to his feet, his lips shiny from my wetness. His large hands gripped the backs of my thighs, and he opened me wider, positioning himself at my entrance so he could slowly push his head inside me.
He was so fat…I loved it.
With his eyes locked on mine, he inched farther, making his way through my tightness, parting my channel so he could dominate my wet flesh. He moved deeper and deeper, getting himself completely sheathed with the exception of his balls.
My hands gripped his wrists, my knees parted and were close to my torso, completely open so he could fuck me as savagely as he wanted.
And that was exactly what he did.
He fucked me hard, deep, and mercilessly.
“Yes…yes…” I didn’t know how many times I said that word throughout the night. It was always on my lips, always on my tongue. He made me come with his mouth and then again with his dick, driving me into a climax that made me buck my hips and praise the fucking lord. “Oh Jesus…”
When he couldn’t last a moment longer, he shoved himself inside and filled the condom, his expression even darker in the throes of pleasure. His cock twitched inside me at release, reminding me just how big that monster cock was. His fingers relaxed on my hips, and he breathed through the high, falling back down to the bed until his cock started to soften inside me.
I pulled him to me, bringing his body on top of mine, and I cupped the back of his neck as I kissed him, tasting myself on his mouth. “You can fuck me like that anytime…”
He lay beside me in bed, the sheets at his waist, his chest still slightly shiny from the sweat.
I was still in my lingerie because lingerie was so much sexier than just being naked. My hand moved up his chest, feeling his hardness even when he was fully relaxed. My fingers touched the grooves between his hips, the veins that formed below his navel. I’d invited him to my place so I wouldn’t have to walk home after, especially when I was satisfied and exhausted.