7. Braxton #3
She leans against the wall, that smile still playing on her lips as I unlock the door and open it for her.
Vanessa heads over to the dresser before she presses a few buttons on her phone screen, music filling the room—the same music that played while she was on stage a few nights ago at Midnight Rose.
“I remember this song,” I say as I walk up behind her and cage her against the dresser with my arms.
“Thought you might,” she says before she presses her ass back against me and my quickly hardening cock.
I look at our reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks are flushed, either from the tequila or from feeling me pressed against her, her eyes darkening as each second passes.
When she tilts her head to the side, exposing the long column of her neck, I take it as the invitation it’s intended and brush my lips against the soft flesh.
My tongue peaks out and I taste the flowery vanilla flavor of her skin.
She releases a shuddering breath as one of my hands glides across her stomach and under her shirt while my other reaches for her throat, and I trace the flushed skin with my finger.
“Look at you,” I say, and our eyes meet in the mirror. “Fucking beautiful and ready for me to sink inside your perfect pussy.”
Vanessa bites her lip and leans back farther against me. Jesus, if she keeps rubbing her ass against my cock, this night is going to end a little differently than I had planned. Or start differently, I should say, because being inside Vanessa only once tonight is not going to be enough.
When my hand travels to the button of her jeans and flips it open, her lips turn up in a small smile.
I watch her reaction in the reflection as my hand slides into her pants and inside her panties, feeling the wet heat under my touch.
The blue of her irises is practically nonexistent, her pupils blown wide with arousal.
When my finger finds her clit, her breathing hitches and a small whimper escapes her as I run circles over the small bud.
I’m fucking entranced while watching every reaction she’s giving me. Her eyelids flutter shut, and I stop my movement. When her gaze clashes with mine in the mirror, I shake my head.
“Eyes open, baby. Watch what I do to you,” I tell her, resuming my ministrations.
She does as I ask, and my other hand grabs the hem of her shirt, pulling it over the black lace bra she’s wearing before I pull down each of the cups, displaying her perky tits.
God, I love everything about Vanessa’s body, but her tits with those perfect rosebud nipples?
I wish she was facing me so I could have them in my mouth, sucking on them, how I know she fucking loves.
My fingers twist the bud, and she lets out a high moan.
Between rubbing her sweet clit and the nipple play that makes her see stars, it’s too much for her, and it’s only moments before she floods my hand as pleasure washes over her and she comes long and loud.
“Fuck,” she breathes out once the aftershocks of her orgasm subside.
I remove my hand from her pants and place the finger that got her off so thoroughly in her mouth. Vanessa sucks it clean, and I spin her then crash my mouth to hers, my tongue delving inside so that I can taste her release for myself.
“Fucking delicious,” I murmur against her lips.
Vanessa sinks to her knees in front of me and peers up at me through her long lashes as she undoes my belt then the buttons of my pants. She reaches her hand inside my boxer briefs and pulls my weeping cock free before licking the moisture off the tip.
“Turnabout is fair play, wouldn’t you say?” she asks, then runs her tongue the length of my dick before swirling it around the head.
“You won’t get any arguments from me, sweetheart.”
When she takes me in her mouth, I have to grab the edge of the dresser, otherwise my knees are liable to give out. With one hand hanging onto the wood for dear life and my other tangled in her blonde hair, Vanessa’s mouth sucks me over and over.
“God, baby. I’m going to come in your mouth. Fuck that feels incredible.”
Vanessa doesn’t slow her movements. Instead her other hand cups my balls as she plays with them while she gives me the best fucking blow job I’ve ever had in my damn life.
I hiss a breath through my clenched teeth. “If you don’t want me to come down your throat, you better stop.”
She meets my eyes again and arches one of her perfectly shaped brows. But she doesn’t stop.
The sensation starts deep in my balls and moments later she’s swallowing everything I give down her throat as I cry out in utter fucking bliss.
When I’ve finished, Vanessa releases me from her mouth with a pop, and I yank her up and slam my mouth to hers. I don’t give a shit that she just had my come shooting down her throat. That orgasm had me seeing stars, and I’m ready to devour her.
“Need a minute?” she asks with a small chuckle as my chest rises and falls with heavy breaths.
“I need you naked. Then I need to eat your pussy and come inside you. Then I might give you a break until I decide to start all over again.”
This woman is fucking addicting, and I plan on taking my fill of her for the rest of the night.