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hourglass. She was healthy and sexy, not sloppy. And those tits—they were mounds of creamy flesh, spilling out of the skimpy bra. I knew from close observation that her tits jiggled sometimes when she moved, bounced in a way that was a living wet dream. I wanted to bury my face in them. I wanted to suck them. I wanted to watch them move as her body rode my cock into bliss.
I pulled off my t-shirt and dropped it to the floor. I kicked off my shoes and stepped toward her. Enough of this. Enough back and forth, enough indecision. Summer had decided, and so had I. This was going down, no matter what our relationship was, just like it had six years ago. It was going down. Now.
Her gaze dropped to my chest and my stomach as I came toward her, and she licked her lips again. When I got close, she reached a hand out and placed her palm on my abs, stopping me from getting closer. “Wait,” she said.
I narrowed my eyes. Summer wasn’t a girl to play games, but if she was trying something on me, I was going to explode. “What is it?”
She stroked me, her palm cool on my skin. I could see how hard her pink, ripe nipples were through the bra. “You said I could choose.”
“What?”
“You said I could choose where I want your cock,” she said. Just that dirty word on her lips made me harder than ever. It was all I could do to hold back from throwing her down and drilling into her, but I didn’t. I decided I wanted her to say more.
“Where do you want it?” I said. “Tell me.”
Her hand drifted down, hooked into my belt. She undid it, then undid the button on my jeans. When she lowered the fly, her knuckles brushed the hammer in my pants and she gave a little flutter. She licked her lips again, her gaze lowered to my cock. She rubbed her hand on it, up and down through my boxers. I was about to tell her to stop when she took the waist of both my jeans and my boxers and shoved them down.
My cock sprang out, ready to go. The tip was already wet with pre-come. I waited for her to tell me what she wanted so I could give it to her, but instead of speaking, she slowly got to her knees.
Oh, no. Oh, God, this was not fucking happening.
After all these years, Summer was going down on me. She was going to suck my cock.
She wanted to suck my cock.
She was staring at it like it was the best thing she’d ever seen. On her knees, she was just below it, so she had to tilt her head back. She licked the tip, the pre-come disappearing on her tongue. Then, putting her hands on my hips and straining up like she was starving, she sucked me into her mouth.
White heat blasted over my vision for a minute. I couldn’t see, couldn’t hear anything but the blood roaring in my ears, couldn’t feel anything but her hot, wet mouth on me. When I blinked and came to, she was sucking me, taking me all in, her blond head bobbing. I watched in dazed amazement as her lips traveled my cock, those lips I couldn’t get enough of. Her spit glistened on me. There was no amount of porn, no amount of random screwing, that had anything on this.
I could feel my hips flexing, wanting to thrust into her. I wanted to go faster, harder. Instead I put my hand on the side of her head and pressed my fingertips into her hair.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I said to her. “That’s just right. That’s good. Now slow down a little. Take your time. Savor it.”
She did. She slowed her rhythm, taking a leisurely suck all the way to the base of my cock and back up again. She closed her eyes. She swirled her tongue with perfect patience over the tip, then sucked back down again.
I’d told her to slow down to make myself last longer, but it wasn’t working. She was working me like I was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted, her eyes closed in bliss. I wanted to close my own eyes and let the sensation of her hot, wet mouth take over, but I didn’t want to miss a second of the sight of Summer, in a lacy bra and panties, giving me head.
She moaned, her
I pulled off my t-shirt and dropped it to the floor. I kicked off my shoes and stepped toward her. Enough of this. Enough back and forth, enough indecision. Summer had decided, and so had I. This was going down, no matter what our relationship was, just like it had six years ago. It was going down. Now.
Her gaze dropped to my chest and my stomach as I came toward her, and she licked her lips again. When I got close, she reached a hand out and placed her palm on my abs, stopping me from getting closer. “Wait,” she said.
I narrowed my eyes. Summer wasn’t a girl to play games, but if she was trying something on me, I was going to explode. “What is it?”
She stroked me, her palm cool on my skin. I could see how hard her pink, ripe nipples were through the bra. “You said I could choose.”
“What?”
“You said I could choose where I want your cock,” she said. Just that dirty word on her lips made me harder than ever. It was all I could do to hold back from throwing her down and drilling into her, but I didn’t. I decided I wanted her to say more.
“Where do you want it?” I said. “Tell me.”
Her hand drifted down, hooked into my belt. She undid it, then undid the button on my jeans. When she lowered the fly, her knuckles brushed the hammer in my pants and she gave a little flutter. She licked her lips again, her gaze lowered to my cock. She rubbed her hand on it, up and down through my boxers. I was about to tell her to stop when she took the waist of both my jeans and my boxers and shoved them down.
My cock sprang out, ready to go. The tip was already wet with pre-come. I waited for her to tell me what she wanted so I could give it to her, but instead of speaking, she slowly got to her knees.
Oh, no. Oh, God, this was not fucking happening.
After all these years, Summer was going down on me. She was going to suck my cock.
She wanted to suck my cock.
She was staring at it like it was the best thing she’d ever seen. On her knees, she was just below it, so she had to tilt her head back. She licked the tip, the pre-come disappearing on her tongue. Then, putting her hands on my hips and straining up like she was starving, she sucked me into her mouth.
White heat blasted over my vision for a minute. I couldn’t see, couldn’t hear anything but the blood roaring in my ears, couldn’t feel anything but her hot, wet mouth on me. When I blinked and came to, she was sucking me, taking me all in, her blond head bobbing. I watched in dazed amazement as her lips traveled my cock, those lips I couldn’t get enough of. Her spit glistened on me. There was no amount of porn, no amount of random screwing, that had anything on this.
I could feel my hips flexing, wanting to thrust into her. I wanted to go faster, harder. Instead I put my hand on the side of her head and pressed my fingertips into her hair.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I said to her. “That’s just right. That’s good. Now slow down a little. Take your time. Savor it.”
She did. She slowed her rhythm, taking a leisurely suck all the way to the base of my cock and back up again. She closed her eyes. She swirled her tongue with perfect patience over the tip, then sucked back down again.
I’d told her to slow down to make myself last longer, but it wasn’t working. She was working me like I was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted, her eyes closed in bliss. I wanted to close my own eyes and let the sensation of her hot, wet mouth take over, but I didn’t want to miss a second of the sight of Summer, in a lacy bra and panties, giving me head.
She moaned, her
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