Chapter Thirteen
Mitch
I looked down at my sweet Amy obediently positioned on her knees before me. Lust raged in her eyes, and her plump, shiny pink lips were the stuff of fantasies—my fantasizes since the day I’d met her.
She was stroking my cock as though it were a prized possession, her small fingers firm and smooth and busy exploring.
“You want me to suck your cock?” she asked quietly then smiled up at me.
“Yeah.” I swallowed, my mouth dry. It was tempting to force her mouth open and thrust deep, keep going, holding her in place, until I spurted. But she wasn’t ready for that. She needed handling with care, for now at least. “Do it, baby.”
A tremble set up in my belly, and I tensed as she opened her mouth wide. Then, without taking her gaze from mine, she slipped me into her heated wetness, the pinkness of the lipstick an erotic contrast to my dark shaft.
“Fuck yeah.” I tightened my grip on her hair. “So fucking good.”
She took me deep, hugging me with her tongue in a way that had my balls contracting in blissful torture.
“Yes…yes…” I managed and willed my hips still.
Patience paid off, and the end of my cock hit the back of her throat.
She swallowed, the action tugging my flesh.
“Ah fuck, that’s it.” I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and tipped my head back. I needed to keep my grip on control even if it did feel like a thin thread right now. The very edge of a cliff.
She withdrew, and within my hold I let her. The gentle suction and the firmness ramping my heart rate up to new levels.
“Ah yeah, again, like that.” I swung my hips, easing into her again. “Oh fuck yeah, suck me.”
She obliged, holding me in her wetness in a way that had my eyes watering.
“Baby,” I groaned and stared down at her. “Keep fucking going.” My constraint was slipping, the thin thread fraying. I thrust into her mouth, not gentle, but urgent. Desperate.
She took it, her eyes misting and her cheeks flushing.
“Play with yourself,” I demanded. “Touch yourself. Get busy with your fingers on your clit.” I was breathless and my voice gritty. “Now.”
Instantly, her hand was between her legs. Her back arched, and her eyes fluttered shut.
“Ah yeah, good girl,” I managed when a pulse of need shot up my cock. I was so close, she’d be tasting my pre-cum. “Get yourself ready for me.” I dragged on her hair, ramming into her mouth, pushing her back and forth, taking what I needed from my woman. “Fuck yeah…”
Mine!
The word screamed through my mind as I came. The rush of release dragging a guttural, primal groan from my chest that echoed around the room.
She stayed with me, accepting what I gave her. And I gave her a lot. Hadn’t realized how damn much I’d needed her to take me this way.
“Fuck yeah!” Another burst of release.
She swallowed, the end of my dick seeming to go down with it.
Closing my eyes, I tipped my face to the ceiling and groaned. Hell yeah. Buried deep in her mouth, her breaths washing over my flesh, her tongue hugging my pulsing cock. So damn good. Lord, give me strength.
A full-body tremor attacked me, and I withdrew, dropping to my knees to draw her face to mine. “You’re really…fucking good…at that.”
She was panting, her pupils wide through the shadows and her lips puffy and wet. “I did it right for you?”
“Do you even need to ask? Stamina usually better…than that.” I cupped her cheeks and kissed her, tasting the salty tang of myself. “And now your turn.”
I eased against her until she was lying on the carpet, sprawled beneath me. “Did you play with your sweet little clit?” I asked onto her lips. “While you sucked me off?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I chuckled. “Good girl.” I found the base of her t-shirt and tugged it off, made quick work of her skirt and panties but left those damn cute socks on.
“Now rest back,” I said and settled between her legs. “And forget the world, forget time itself, because we have all night to find your orgasm.”
“Mitch, I…”
“Shh.” I spread her thighs apart and feasted on the sight of her glistening pussy. “Relax, use me, get off on me, I’m here for your pleasure, you earned this.”
She ran her fingers into my hair and drew up her knees. I wasn’t sure how often she’d had oral if she’d never come with a guy; in my experience, it was a pretty efficient way to make a woman come.
I kissed up her thigh and stroked my tongue over the hood of her clit. She tasted of sweetness, soap, and fruit with an underlying flavor of heat and desire.
And I’d meant what I’d said about having all night. I was going to take my time and enjoy every moment of it.
Amy
My abdomen tightened, and my heart thudded onto my rib cage like a captured animal.
Fuck. His mouth on me…there.
One-night stands hadn’t usually included oral, it was more wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. But now…now Mitch was saying we had all night.
With him doing this!
I stared at the ceiling and let my hands move with his head as I gripped his hair. The taste of him loitered on my tongue. The feel of him lingered in my mouth.
And I could smell my own arousal.
“You have such a pretty pussy,” he murmured, pushing at my mound to expose my clit. “Perfect tight pussy.”
I closed my eyes and bit on my lip, held in a groan. Fuck. I was quivering for his touch, my pussy clenching in eagerness. I sank down into the base of my brain where only instinct and need and an ache for more existed.
He flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh…oh…” My back arched of its own volition. “Yes, yes…oh that…Mitch, I…”
“Patience, baby,” he murmured and then did it again.
I ground into his face, my ass cheeks coming off the floor.
And then his mouth was on me, properly. Working my clit with his tongue, flicking and circling it, giving me just what I needed.
I was wanton, sprawled on the carpet, writhing, sweating, and gagging for it.
“Oh…let’s fuck…” I gasped. The desperate desire to be filled was overwhelming. “Fuck me.”
But it seemed that wasn’t his plan, and while he worked my clit he toyed with my entrance, peeking just a finger in, stroking, caressing, but not enough to give me what I wanted so desperately.
“Oh God…” I groaned, my toes curling. “Oh…please…please…please…” How had I become a begging wreck so quickly? The man was cunning and devastating all at the same time. “Mitch. I need…”
My begging paid off, and he drove two thick fingers into me as he worked my clit with skill and precision. Only my vibrator hit the spot the way he did, and yet…fuck, now he really was getting it just right, and my mind was blown.
I cried out, thrust my hips, and allowed my entire body to tense. The pressure was building in a way that promised an explosion of stratospheric pleasure. I didn’t try and beat it down, hold it off; this man who could make me come was a gift, and I was grabbing it unapologetically.
“Oh…yes…I’m…don’t stop!” I’d die if he did, my body would burst with disappointment and agony…yes, agony.
It was there, and he was tipping me over the edge of a skyscraper, and I was toppling into ecstasy. I held my breath, yanked his hair, butted into his face, my pussy mashing against his mouth, his nose, his chin. I couldn’t get close enough and was brazen in how I was taking it.
The explosion was hard and fast and shook me from head to toe.
Bliss was a fire-lick around my body, bursts of color sparkled in my brain, and I folded in on myself to revel in the release that went on and on.
My pussy gripped his fingers, weeping and wet, and my swollen clit bobbed on his tongue.
I cried out and gasped and made noises I’d never heard before.
I ached from it. I was burning up and breathless, and eventually I dragged at his hair so brutally he slid up over me and rested his dense weight on my shaking body.
“Baby, you taste amazing and when you come…”
“I’ve never come like that before,” I managed and smoothed my palms over the expanse of his wide shoulders. “Never.”
“And that’s a fucking crime.” He frowned. “But we can make up for lost time. Tasting your girl cum is my new favorite thing to do.” He ducked his head and swirled his tongue around my rigid nipple.
I moaned and explored his shoulders.
He kissed across my chest and paid lavish attention to my other small breast. It was as if my nipples were a hot-wire to my pussy, and my clit pulsed with renewed need.
“Mmm….Mitch…Daddy…”
He moved over me again. A wicked smiled tugged his mouth and his cock rode over my mound, grinding on my pubic hair. “Baby girl want’s more?”
“I want you.”
“You have to promise to come again.”
“I…I don’t know I…”
“I know you can.” He adjusted his position so he was prodding my sopping entrance with his erection. “I know you can make me proud.”
“Oh…” I gasped and canted my hips, taking him in an inch. “I want to do that, to make you proud.”
A soft sheen of sweat sat on his brow, and the tendrils of hair that hung there were damp. I’d never seen him more handsome.
“I know you,” he murmured. “And I want to know more, everything about you. Fuck…you’re beautiful. So damn beautiful I don’t ever want to not be with you.”
His eyes flashed, and I saw into his soul. This was as vulnerable as this big tough guy of mine got.
And this was as vulnerable as I’d ever been with a guy. I knew that much for sure.
I saw now that this moment of extreme intimacy, him poised to plunge into my depths, had been what I’d been missing. The need to be close mentally as well as physically was what Mitch was giving me. I didn’t need to pretend, fake my moans and groans. They were real.
He was real.
He curled his hand over the top of my head, as though to stop me shifting when he thrust, and touched his nose to mine. “Let me in and I’ll give you the world.”
I didn’t answer because he filled me so absolutely and thoroughly with thick cock that my breath was stolen. His shaft stretched me widthways and lengthways and seemed to get right into the core of my soul.
I clasped his ass cheeks, his soft skin hair-coated, and looped my legs over his thighs to pull him closer.
He snarled, and his cock throbbed. “Will I ever get close enough to you?”
I knew what he meant. I felt the same. The soft putty of my heart now had a name on it. And it was his.
“Just here, right?” he asked and rubbed his body over my clit as he rode into me again.
“Oh!”
“I take it that’s a yes,” he said onto my lips and then kissed me.
He didn’t let up. He stayed in that sublime rocking rhythm. Working my clit in firm delicious strokes that soon had me bucking up to meet him and my pussy clenching around his erection.
My heart clattered with excitment. The anchor that had kept me bound to reality had been and gone. There was only Mitch and the here and now. Our own universe of desire and sensuality.
“It’s nearly there, isn’t it?” he murmured.
“Oh yes…yes…” My belly had tightened, and my limbs tensed. I clung to him with determined strength.
“Give in to it,” he said, reaching down to clamp his hand over my left buttock, holding me tighter to him. “Let it take you. Fly, baby.”
“I…” I stared up at him. The leaf-shaped shadows on his face danced when a breeze caught the tree outside. “Oh…oh…”
Another breath-stealing orgasm ripped through me. I relished in it. Held nothing back, and the joy of climaxing on a hot, thick cock had tears flowing from my eyes toward my ears.
“Baby, that’s so fucking…” His voice was strained. “Jesus Christ.”
He came, too, each pulse of his cock adding to my bliss. I clasped his cheeks and kissed him. Our tongues tangled, and our bodies were truly one for a few heavenly seconds.
He pumped into me until the aftershocks of my orgasm faded and my pussy stopped clenching around him.
“I think we can safely say we’ve cured your little problem,” he said.
“It was my Big Problem, and yes, you’ve cured it.” I moved his hair from his brow. “Thank you.”
He huffed. “Well, it’s a dirty job, but someone had to do it.”
I giggled, and when he caught the sound in a kiss, I wondered how many more times he planned on making me come in the next few hours.
Multiple times with a bit of luck.