Chapter 44
GEORGIA
Mouth or pussy first?
Oh Lord.
My mouth watered and my pussy clenched at the question.
Watching him slowly pump his dick was so hot. It was virile and potent.
I didn’t want to think of Art, especially right this second, but watching Mac?
Who the hell was Art?
He was utterly and completely forgettable. Secretary Pam could have him and his shitty job in bed.
Seeing a bead of pre-cum, I couldn’t help myself. I leaned forward and licked it up.
“Mmm,” I said. The salty tang coated my tongue, just like it had the other night. I’d loved having him in my mouth. The thick feel, the taste, the way he responded.
“Fuck,” Mac said, tangling his fingers in my hair.
I took as much of him as I could take, then sucked. His hips bucked, just like last time.
“Oh, you good girl,” he hissed, then tugged on my hair to pull me off.
It was rough and it hurt oh so good. My nipples were pebbled hard, my pussy was wet and swollen and ready for him. My lips had to be swollen. We eyed each other for a second, then he pounced.
I gasped, my back hitting the soft mattress and the hard, hot feel of him over me. His chest hair was soft against my skin.
With urgent hands, he spread my legs and settled between them. His hard length nestled in my slick folds.
“That’s all you get with that sweet mouth, my GG.” Reaching out, he grabbed the box, ripped it open and got to work on getting us both protected.
The entire time, I watched, totally aroused at being manhandled.
This was happening. I ached for him to slide into me, to feel all of him as he stretched me open.
It was going to be tight, taking him. The man was generously endowed–or better known as fucking huge. My pussy clenched with anticipation.
“You wet and ready for me?” he asked when he was done. His gaze met mine, then slid down my body.
I nodded. I was so wet. So ready.
He arched a brow. “Oh, I’m not so sure.”
What? Not sure? I was so wet. Needy. Achy. I had the taste of his dick and pre-cum on my tongue. I WAS READY!
He settled between my legs, tossed one over his shoulder and licked me from bottom to top. Then circled my clit. His mustache tickled while his tongue was magical.
“Mac!” I gasped, my eyes falling closed. “I’m wet. I am. Please.”
“You beg so nicely. You’ll come first, then you’ll get my dick.”
As if it was his mission in life to get me off, he went back to his task. Or I was so desperate to be pussy licked that I was easily pushed to orgasm. Maybe both.
He was single minded, deliberate and ridiculously talented. Flicks and swirls with his tongue, then he got his fingers involved. They slid in and out, mimicking what I hoped his dick would do very, very soon. But then they curled and–
Was that my g-spot? Holy–
I gripped the sheets, arched my back and came–as quietly as possible–all over his face. This time, I didn’t think about what my pussy looked like. What it tasted like. What I looked like when I came. What I looked like when I didn’t come.
None of that.
I just bit my lip, stifled my moan… and came. And came.
Only when I slumped on the bed in a way that indicated every bone in my body had dissolved did he stop and kiss the inside of my thighs and tickle me with his mustache. Then worked his way up and kissed me on the lips.
I tasted myself on him. His mustache was actually wet. From me.
He wasn’t a shy or mild lover. No, he got into it. As in right there, not afraid to get covered in my cum.
He met my gaze.
“Now you get my dick.”
I nodded. Oh yes. Finally. I spread my legs wider in invitation. He hooked a knee and with one talented shift of his hips, he slid home.