Chapter 31 Dan
DAN
For as long as I live, I will remember the sight of Carson standing before me, eyes wide, cheeks flushed as she peels down her shorts.
Especially when I discover that she’s not wearing anything beneath them.
She reaches for her braids, her delicate fingers making quick work of them. When she shakes out her curls, they cascade over her shoulders and dance around her breasts.
Then she squares her shoulders, her sparkling eyes tangling with mine like a challenge, and I know I’m done.
The confidence she exudes standing naked in my booth, daring me to look as long as I want?
I know this woman is it for me. Even if I only get to have a moment with her, I know that no one else will ever live up to this.
“You next,” she says, a single eyebrow rising.
I stand up and crowd her, gripping her hips as I walk her backward.
I steal another kiss and press her down into the chair.
Never taking my eyes off her, I pop the button on my jeans.
I revel in the way her blue eyes widen, then go dark as she realizes that I am also not wearing anything beneath them.
Her eyes fix on the three barbells that cross the top of my shaft.
I like that they seem to excite her. I like that I’m introducing her to something new.
I want to do so many new things with her.
“Laundry day,” I say with a smirk, then take my swollen cock in my fist and give it a long, hard stroke.
“Tell me you have a condom,” she whispers. Her tongue swipes across her bottom lip, and fuck that gives me ideas. But that’s for later. Right now, I want to be inside her.
I reach for my messenger bag next to the toolbox full of tattoo supplies and pull out a strip of condoms. “I paid a visit to the cabinet, behind the salad spinner,” I say with a grin. “There was no way I was going to be caught unawares again.”
“Smart boy,” she purrs.
“Lucky boy,” I reply as I stalk toward her, dropping to my knees. Thankfully, our discarded clothes provide a decent landing place, because I plan to spend some time down here, getting her ready for me. “Now spread your thighs for me like a good girl.”
“Fuck,” she groans, her knuckles going white as she grips the chair.
“That’s right,” I growl, spreading her open and taking in the slick heat of her. “You’re going to need that dirty mouth.”
And then I feast like a starving man.
Carson lets out a string of moans and expletives and pleas as I lave her clit with the flat of my tongue, sucking and swallowing as I work to make a mess of her cunt.
I know how badly she wants me to fuck her—almost as badly as I want to fuck her—but I also know that she needs to be ready to take me.
Luckily, this is my favorite part.
Her gorgeous tits heave as she gasps for breath. She squirms, but I press my palm into her belly to hold her still. With my free hand, I curl two fingers inside her, beckoning her orgasm closer.
“Dan, fuck, I’m going to come. Please…” She begs for release, and because I’m in the business of giving her whatever she wants, I add a third finger, thrusting inside her as I suck her clit between my lips.
Her orgasm is glorious, a screaming, shuddering experience, her inner walls pulsing against my fingers, her thighs closing around my neck as I lick and suck her through it and pray my weeping cock doesn’t betray me by coming simply at the existence of her incredible orgasm.
When the aftershocks subside and she goes boneless in the chair, I rise and take my cock in my hand, stroking as I watch her.
There’s a mottled blush climbing up her chest, and her cheeks are flushed with pleasure.
Her pussy is a glistening mess, and her eyes are wide as she stares at the ceiling.
Her arms are thrown over her head, her palms open to the ceiling, her hair pooling around her in honey-colored curls.
She looks like a filthy Renaissance painting. If I didn’t want to fuck her so badly, I’d want to sit down and draw her.
Or paint her with my come.
I’ll add that to the list of things I want to do with her.
“I have never in my life come so hard,” she says between breaths.
“And we’re not done yet,” I tell her. “Now get up, because you’re going to ride me.”