Chapter 23
S unny slipped quietly down the hall, fully prepared with an answer of, “I was just looking for Tigra’s room,” if someone asked why she was creeping around the house.
Still, her heart pounded as she inched closer to Mark’s bedroom door. She tapped once, as he instructed, then opened it and slipped in, locking the door behind her.
There he was.
He was so fine , a true silver fox with all the charm and zaddiness a woman of any age would appreciate. Sunny’s eyes roamed his 6’3 frame, his black slacks, his open button-down shirt exposing his bare chest, licking her lips as her body heated from within.
He wasted no time, pulling her in and kissing her like a man starving, hands firm on her waist, tongue insistent in her mouth.
She tasted the sweet whiskey on his tongue, feeling as if she’d skipped all the fanfare. She was already intoxicated, and she hadn’t imbibed a drop.
Without a word, he turned her around and led her to the dresser, standing her right in front of her reflection, bending her over. Slowly, he peeled her dress off, then freed his hard length from the confines of his pants.
He dragged a finger through her folds, satisfied that she was ready for him. One thrust and he was buried deep, moaning with her, his fingertips skimming the curve of her waist.
“I need you quiet,” he murmured. “Sound carries up here.”
She dragged her lip between her teeth, her eyes squeezing shut. “That’s up to you.”
He ran a fingertip down her spine, grimacing with pleasure. “Open your eyes.”
“Mmmmmm. Why?”
“I want you to watch yourself fuck me.”
He stilled his body, his hands resting lightly on her hips. Their eyes locked in the mirror, intense and passionate.
“Damn,” he murmured. “Look at that shit.”
The main attraction. Her ass, covered in the sexiest tiger stripes, rippling and jiggling as she threw it back on him. Mark bit his lip, struggling to keep his composure.
“Look at that face. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Her fingers gripped the edge of the dresser.
“I like this weight,” he said, slapping her left cheek, then the right. “All this ass. I didn’t know it was possible for you to get finer, Cici, but here we are.”
Her wicked smile sent a surge of pleasure through him. He ran his fingers across the back of her shoulders.
“I used to stare at these freckles. You just don’t know. And here they are.”
He bent down to scatter kisses across her upper back. His hand went to her hair, wild and free.
“I love your hair like this.” He gave it a tug, making her cry out softly. “I love everything about you, Ci. Still.”
Her pussy swelled around him as her head fell forward, her knuckles white, her body trembling.
“Kez…” she moaned. “I’m so close.”
“I know, baby.” He lifted her leg, resting her knee on the dresser. The view was perfect. Tight little ass hole. Fat brown lips. Pretty pink pussy. White cream gushing everywhere.
“ Fuck, ” he whispered, wondering how he would stay quiet.
One stroke. Two. Three. Then, takeoff.
“Oh, God. Kez. Yes. Yesssss…”
He watched her face contort before dropping his eyes, mesmerized as he watched everything pulse and spasm, a deep sense of satisfaction overtaking him.
He let her finish, then leaned over, resting his chest against her back, his mouth against her ear.
“One question.”
“Hm?”
“Where does my little cum slut want it this time?”
She smiled. “So many choices.”
“Decisions, decisions,” he teased, licking the shell of her ear.
“Paint my face. Ruin my makeup.”
“I wanna ruin your fucking life,” he mumbled against her ear. “You just don’t know, Ci. Goddamn, I just…ughhhhhh.”
It was a deep frustration almost thirty years in the making. She was so close, right in his grasp, but she still felt far away.
She dropped to her knees facing the mirror and opened her mouth. Mark put a hand on her head and slid inside, his knees immediately weak, his heart pounding against his ribs.
He moaned as quietly as he could while he fucked her pretty face. Her mouth felt even better than it had back then. Her passion for him was more palpable.
The pressure mounted fast. The explosion wasn’t far behind. With a quiet groan, he pushed her head away just in time. She stuck out her tongue, a bullseye he managed to hit as he stroked himself through his orgasm. The rest of his release landed haphazardly on her cheeks, chin, lips, and neck. Seeing her face covered prolonged his pleasure, somehow making her look even more beautiful, if that was even possible.
He pulled her to a standing position and jammed his tongue in her mouth, kissing her hard and deep, showing his gratitude. Expressing his passion.
Somewhere outside the door, laughter echoed. But inside, it was just the two of them. Again, and at last.