Summer
Every muscle in his body coils as he peaks. His orgasm rips from him in a roar of euphoria, causing his cock to jerk, and in its wake, he leaves thick white ropes of cum. I quickly swipe at it with my tongue while waiting eagerly for the next command.
I lap at his cock like a hungry animal. Watching the cum spill from the tip has my panties drenched. The saltiness hits the back of my throat when I swallow, and I welcome it. The masculinity radiates off him in heated waves of pleasure, causing my body to mirror his feral need.
“Fuck, sweet girl,” he groans loudly. “You’re worth every damn cent,” he rasps, and like the desperate girl I am, I delight in his words.
As soon as he’s finished coming, he drops back against the couch with a heavy sigh, and his chest continues to rise, leaving him breathless and gasping.
Then he rolls his head forward slowly as if dazed.
His green eyes lock with mine, and a smile curves his lips.
“Fuck, that was everything I hoped for and more.”
The contentment in his words has me preening, and I lick my lips, waiting for his next instruction.
He leans forward and traces my swollen lips with the tip of his slippery cock, and like the perfect submissive, I lick him clean.
“Are you wet?” There’s hope in his tone, and any nervousness surrounding his intentions toward me is eradicated by that simple giveaway; he wants me to be aroused too.
He’s not a brute; he isn’t going to fuck me, uncaring if I’m wet or not.
No, this man wants my arousal as much as I do, even more so, judging by the promising gleam in his eyes.
Dominance radiates from him as he leans forward, and my cheeks heat further under his scrutiny. His attention latches onto my peaked nipples, then he quickly diverts it to my face, and the red hue now coats his cheeks too. I tilt my head to the side to survey his face. Embarrassment? Surely not.
This man is far too experienced to be feeling that. Anger, maybe?
His handsome face darkens. “Stand up and take your clothes off. I want to see what the fuck I’m paying for.” Not giving me time to answer, he barks, “Now!”
Definitely anger. I just wish I understood why.