Chapter 31
31
Ezra
“I want to be fucked.”
Grasping Millie’s juicy thighs, I stand and flip her onto her back on the sofa. She yelps in surprise, but I stifle the sound by sealing my lips over hers. My tongue demands entrance, and she welcomes me in with enthusiasm, gripping the hair at my neck. She tugs hard, and I growl into her mouth. As I forge a trail down the delicate skin along her throat with my tongue, she circles her legs around my waist, pulling me flush against her, her hips rocking and my erection swelling against my zipper.
I let her indulge in the friction, cursing the barrier between us, and rub and thrust against her like a horny teenager.
Arching back, she cries, “Take these off.”
Oh, thank god.
Scrambling off her, I kick off my shoes, then I shed my pants.
“Those too.” She points to my boxer briefs.
I peel them down my legs without hesitation, then drop to my knees on the plush rug while tugging my shirt over my head. I push the coffee table back to give myself more space.
If I were an artist, I’d revel in the privilege of painting her naked body, curating every ample detail of her lush curves and flushed skin. Instead, I use my fingers like a paintbrush, worshipping every inch of her delicious figure.
“Spread those legs for me, sweetheart,” I request, playing with the fine hair curtaining her clit.
With her right knee bent and flush against the back of the sofa, she slides her left foot to the floor. I caress her thigh, gentle at first, then greedily grabbing for purchase when the sparkle of her arousal grabs my attention. Dipping a fingertip into the tender place between her legs, I gather her wetness, then I treat her clit with the respect it deserves.
Moaning, she guides my fingers to her entrance. “Again.”
I oblige again and again until her perfect pussy is glistening.
I bend forward, perpendicular to her pussy, and when my tongue makes contact, she sighs.
“Fuck.” She brushes my hair out of my face and hums as she watches me work. The woman does love a good show.
“That’s it,” she praises. “You eat my pussy so good.”
I slide my index and middle fingers into her channel and rest my pinkie at her ass, then tip my head, silently asking for permission.
When she nods and angles her hips up, I spit at her entrance and slide my pinkie inside her tight hole. Two fingers in her pussy, one in her ass, and my mouth on her clit: the sex trifecta.
“More,” she encourages, bucking against my mouth and writhing, her tits bouncing with every thrust.
“Make a mess, Millie,” I order, pumping my fingers with so much ferocity her head is nearly hanging off the arm of the sofa.
“Towel,” she gasps.
There’s no time, so I swipe my shirt off the floor.
Then she lets go.
I catch her release in my shirt, but mostly with my mouth.
“It’s too much,” she whines, though she doesn’t squirm away .
Still inside her, I’m greedy for every quake and pulse of her orgasm. I remain there, gently massaging her G-spot until the last flutters cease.
She flinches at the loss of my fingers when I finally extricate them. I rest my wet face against her ribs, her rapid heartbeat like a personal sound machine, and watch as she pants, her beautiful breasts taunting me with each rise and fall.
I wait for her heart rate to settle, then I ask, “When are you going to let me fuck those gorgeous tits?”
Head tilted up, she hits me with a devious smirk. “Go for it, big guy. They’re all yours.”
Mine .
I wipe my face with my shirt, then slide it under her and help her sit up. When I rest my knees at the edge of the sofa and grasp the back for support, precum leaks from my tip and onto her chest.
Millie captures my cock between her tits and spits, allowing me to slide between the soft skin with ease.
“Tighter.”
With a hum, she pushes her breasts closer together, trapping me. “Fuck, that feels good,” I groan as I grind my hips into her cleavage, savoring the warm, slippery sensation.
The seductive look she gives me has my balls clenching. She releases her hold, and just as I’m about to protest, she grabs my shaft and takes me into her mouth, simultaneously stroking and sucking, coating my cock until it’s slick enough that she tucks me back between her tits.
As we work in tandem, she whispers words of encouragement, sexy little phrases that have me nearly slipping off the sofa with every thrust of my hips.
“I’m close,” I warn her.
“Are you imagining it’s my pussy? Do you wish you could come inside me? ”
“ Fuck .” That does it. Those words and the image of unleashing inside her bare send me over the edge. Hot ribbons of cum brand her throat like a pearl necklace.
When I’m spent, I slump onto the cushion to her left, my chest heaving and my cock still leaking.
Millie pulls my shirt out from under her and wipes my release from her neck, then passes it to me.
It’s sopping wet. “Shit,” I laugh.
“I’ll wash it for you,” she says, angling forward like she’s going to stand.
Before she can, I pull her into me and cocoon her in place. When I kiss the top of her head, she relaxes against me. Fuck, my chest aches with so much admiration for this woman. For a long while, she plays with the dark hair at my navel while I feather my fingers against her hip. My eyes are closed, my mind wandering, when she brushes my inner thigh, startling me.
She kneads the muscle there, her knuckles brushing against my balls. “How much time do you need?”
I open my eyes to meet hers. “Huh?”
She grabs my balls and tugs. “How much time do you need before you’re ready to go again?”