Wilson 24.
“Open up. Stick your tongue out. No. No. Don’t close your mouth. Yeah, that’s it.” Tilly on her knees, the sensitive swollen head of my aching cock resting on her extended tongue, her pretty tits jiggling with her ragged breathing. Ain’t a more satisfying sight on Earth. “Spread your legs wider, baby, I can’t see how wet you are.” She whimpers, briefly closing her lips around my tip and swallowing, before shifting on the floor, her knees sliding farther apart while her hands inch past her straining nipples and down her stomach. “Matilda.” Warning in my tone, Tilly glances up at me with those dark eyes glistening with arousal and my control dissipates.
I grip her hair low on the back of her head tightly, my other on her jaw, surge forward into her warm, wet mouth, and groan when she screams around a mouthful of my cock. The vibrations travel along my length, settling in my balls. This is quickly becoming my second favorite place to be.
She takes me, giving herself over to me and letting me use her as I wish. Every smooth glide of my shaft along her tongue, every tap of my heavy sack against her chin, every drop of precum dripping down her throat, she begs me for more with her eyes, her moans, the way her nails dig into the back of my thighs.
My eyes dart to the way she’s obscenely spread, her little clit peeking out from under her lightly haired hood. Fuck. I thrust hard once more, then pull back, and using my hand in her hair, guide her to her back on the floor of my bedroom. I position myself at her head, coax my cock back into her mouth and lean forward on my left hand by her hips. Licking a path from her belly button to her slit, she swallows around me, her body jerking when I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue.
Careful not to choke her, I part her lips with my fingers and circle her opening, then spear it with my tongue, and drink her juices. Others can have their beer, whiskey, and moonshine, her cunt is all I crave, it’s release what I fiend for like an addict.
She taps my thigh and I lift my hips, giving her a chance to breathe. “Wilson…Brady, I…fuck me, please.” So sweet. So sinful. So polite.
She laughs when I spin around, my dick aiming at her pussy, but she yelps when I flip her over to her stomach. I pull her upper body up by her arms, and place them around my neck, her back arching, her ass pressing against my groin. I lazily push forward, my dick furrowing between her pussy lips, my hands mapping out the contours of her body, reveling in the dewy warm skin, the contrast of my paler hands on her natural caramel flesh. Her breasts heavy in my hands, her nipples thick between my fingers as I pluck them. I feel unworthy of this woman, but she wants me. Her pussy trying to pull me into her depths tells me she needs me as I need her.
“I’m so close already, Brady. Fuck me hard and fast.” On the next pass, I hold tight to her tits, plaster my chest to her back, and punch my hips up and forward, entering her completely. Two strokes and she’s cumming, screaming her pleasure, alerting everyone nearby that I am her man, that I please her, and I do it well. Someone knocks on the door as I feel my orgasm building. I ignore them and bite into her bare shoulder, thumbing her nipples, prolonging her climax, letting the spasms of her inner walls massage my cock until my hips stutter and my release fills her to overflowing. Her body loses its tension, and she practically melts into me. I wrap my arms around her twitching stomach and bury my nose in her neck beneath her sweat damp hair.
“Someone’s at the door.” She whispers breathily. They knock again and my phone chirps with a message.
I lift my head from her neck, cover her ears, then pitch my voice to be heard through my suite, “You’re harshing my post orgasmic buzz!”
“Tough shit! Fields found Rawson. Keller and Buck are almost here with the fucker.”
“Yeah, alright.”
With a heavy sigh, Tilly shifts on the floor and tilts to her side. I laugh at the way she sprawls naked across the floor. “It’s for the best, my knees are killing me.”
“We’ll put pillows down next time.” I slap her toned thigh and stand up, my knees, hips, and ankles protesting the movement. “Damn, I’m old.”
“Forty-three isn’t old.” She argues, getting to her elbows. Her eyes run up and down my naked body and all I see is appreciation and love. “And if it is, you look darn good for an old man.” She sits up all the way, a childish grin on her face. “You are an old man, my Ol’ Man!”
“That makes you my Ol’ Lady, so come on, Tandoori,” I hold out my hand to help her up and pull her flush against me when she’s on her feet, “We gotta get dressed. I wanna know what Rawson did with all the goods and money.”
“Me too.” She jumps up to kiss my mouth, then rushes off to find some clothes. As we’re walking down the hallway, she turns to me with a rotten grin, “You think Fillmore will be able to contain his jealousy when he sees Rawson? It’s got to be hard to stare into the eyes of the man who Patrice moved on with?” She can barely finish with her joke before she’s dissolving into a fit of giggles.
Everyone in the clubroom looks at us as we enter, Tilly still laughing to herself. She spots Fillmore and laughs harder. Lincoln lifts his chin in her direction, “She ok?” I shake my head and miss Tilly rushing over to Fillmore’s side.
She presses a sympathetic hand on Fill’s upper arm, “It’s going to be alright, Fillmore. Be strong.” His brows slant in confusion as he stares down at my woman. “I’m sure Patrice wasn’t comparing…performances and equipment when she was with Rawson. You have nothing to worry about.”
The room erupts in laughter, Fill’s face turns tomato red, and his mouth flaps like a fish out of water. I look at Lincoln, who has tears in his eyes from laughing, and tell him, “And here I thought she was a sweet, timid girl the way she stuttered on the phone that first time we spoke.”
Audrey pokes her head around Lincoln’s big body and grins broadly up at me. “You make her feel safe and secure. That right there,” she points at Tilly, “is a woman confident in love.”