hair was trimmed short and neat around it, to just below the ridge of his crown. A pearl of pleasure beaded at the tip, greeting her. She leaned in and licked it. His taste was spicy and tangy with a hint of sweetness. It didn’t turn her off, only made her want to sample more.
Keeping her hand right at the bottom of the tip, she rotated her wrist as she took the bulbous crown in her mouth. Sucking and circling the plum-shape in her mouth, she waited until she felt another shiver rock his form, then took her play to the next level. She lowered her hand and her mouth at the same time, pressing him deep until he bumped the back of her throat before returning up.
Up and down her mouth and hand went as she maintained a steady pace.
“Shit! Baby, your mouth is my fucking dream.” He settled a hand on the top of her head, not forcing her to take more of him or attempting to control her movements; it simply rested there.
Adding her second hand into the oral play, she twisted her hands and worked along his hardness. She continued to hollow out her cheeks as her mouth and tongue moved in tandem with her hands.
His hand tightened in her hair, fisting her natural kinks as he pumped his hips in time with her.
In that moment she discovered that her scalp was an erogenous zone for her; she never would have believed it if someone had told her. However, feeling the subtle sting from his grip, her body came alive once again. Her sex throbbed. If both her hands were not busy bring him satisfaction, she would have lowered one of them to her swollen labia and took herself to paradise with Drake.
But she kept her attention on the sexy man before her.
When his thrusts became faster and erratic she discerned that he was close to coming. She squeezed him tighter, stroked faster, and sucked harder.
“Kiera…damn!” His thick, hot seed filled her mouth.
She attempted to consume all of it, but was unable and some seeped from the corners of her mouth. Undeterred, she licked at his length and collected the remainder, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Releasing her, he extended a hand and aided her in rising.
“You are one special lady.”
“And a very exciting girl.” She winked at him.
He laughed. “How about you, me, Ray, Goodman, and Brown take this to the bed.”
“Absolutely.” She loved that he got her eighties song reference jokes. Other men had been too consumed with their own egos to pay much attention to her needs or what she said.
They both divested themselves of the remainder of their clothing and went to the bed. There first, she opened her nightstand drawer and took out a condom and held it out to him.
She admired his form as he moved toward her. The man was sculpted like a work of art. She’d seen the men at her gym who flexed in the mirror and prepared for competition; Drake could give them a run for their money. He was a muscular man, but he wasn’t swollen and grotesque like some men who ended up with just a head and shoulders or huge, angry veins running over their body under too-tight skin. No, Drake was perfect, fit, and his arms made her desire to feel them around her. His chest was cut and inviting, giving her thoughts of laying her head against it after sex while her hand caressed his rippling abs. But most of all she was a thighs girl. Maybe because a man’s thighs were so intimate. Usually the only time they were on display was around sex times, so it heightened her lust to see them. And Drake’s thighs were nothing short of amazing. As he walked toward her, his thigh muscles flexed and bunched. She wanted to surfboard him just so she could squeeze and grip his thighs. Several tremors went through her body at the thought.
He covered her hand with his and pulled her to him and placed a kiss on her neck, then the curve of her shoulder. Giving her a wink, he released her hand as he claimed the condom.
She climbed into the center of the bed and lay down. Keeping her focus on him, she
Keeping her hand right at the bottom of the tip, she rotated her wrist as she took the bulbous crown in her mouth. Sucking and circling the plum-shape in her mouth, she waited until she felt another shiver rock his form, then took her play to the next level. She lowered her hand and her mouth at the same time, pressing him deep until he bumped the back of her throat before returning up.
Up and down her mouth and hand went as she maintained a steady pace.
“Shit! Baby, your mouth is my fucking dream.” He settled a hand on the top of her head, not forcing her to take more of him or attempting to control her movements; it simply rested there.
Adding her second hand into the oral play, she twisted her hands and worked along his hardness. She continued to hollow out her cheeks as her mouth and tongue moved in tandem with her hands.
His hand tightened in her hair, fisting her natural kinks as he pumped his hips in time with her.
In that moment she discovered that her scalp was an erogenous zone for her; she never would have believed it if someone had told her. However, feeling the subtle sting from his grip, her body came alive once again. Her sex throbbed. If both her hands were not busy bring him satisfaction, she would have lowered one of them to her swollen labia and took herself to paradise with Drake.
But she kept her attention on the sexy man before her.
When his thrusts became faster and erratic she discerned that he was close to coming. She squeezed him tighter, stroked faster, and sucked harder.
“Kiera…damn!” His thick, hot seed filled her mouth.
She attempted to consume all of it, but was unable and some seeped from the corners of her mouth. Undeterred, she licked at his length and collected the remainder, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Releasing her, he extended a hand and aided her in rising.
“You are one special lady.”
“And a very exciting girl.” She winked at him.
He laughed. “How about you, me, Ray, Goodman, and Brown take this to the bed.”
“Absolutely.” She loved that he got her eighties song reference jokes. Other men had been too consumed with their own egos to pay much attention to her needs or what she said.
They both divested themselves of the remainder of their clothing and went to the bed. There first, she opened her nightstand drawer and took out a condom and held it out to him.
She admired his form as he moved toward her. The man was sculpted like a work of art. She’d seen the men at her gym who flexed in the mirror and prepared for competition; Drake could give them a run for their money. He was a muscular man, but he wasn’t swollen and grotesque like some men who ended up with just a head and shoulders or huge, angry veins running over their body under too-tight skin. No, Drake was perfect, fit, and his arms made her desire to feel them around her. His chest was cut and inviting, giving her thoughts of laying her head against it after sex while her hand caressed his rippling abs. But most of all she was a thighs girl. Maybe because a man’s thighs were so intimate. Usually the only time they were on display was around sex times, so it heightened her lust to see them. And Drake’s thighs were nothing short of amazing. As he walked toward her, his thigh muscles flexed and bunched. She wanted to surfboard him just so she could squeeze and grip his thighs. Several tremors went through her body at the thought.
He covered her hand with his and pulled her to him and placed a kiss on her neck, then the curve of her shoulder. Giving her a wink, he released her hand as he claimed the condom.
She climbed into the center of the bed and lay down. Keeping her focus on him, she
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