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Authors: Dréa Riley
Tags: Erótica
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race through Matt. The thick vein at the base of his cock was thumping a dramatic rhythm, and his balls tightened in her palm. She stopped humming and loosened the grip of her fingers.
Karri didn’t allow Matt much of a reprieve, though, because as soon as he took in a shuddering breath, she pursed her lips down over his rod and began to move back slowly, revealing his shaft inch by glistening inch. When she reached the head, she increased the suction and fluttered her tongue over the super-sensitive cap before quickly swallowing his cock again and clenching what length she couldn’t handle tightly in her hand. She repeated her ministrations for several moments before increasing the speed of her thrust and parry.
*****
Matt’s eyes rolled so far back in his head, he wasn’t sure they’d ever be able to focus forward again. Bending his knees slightly so she could take more of him into her sexy mouth, he let his head fall back on his shoulders. GOD! Nothing had ever felt this good before. He should make her stop. Any moment now he’d make her stop and show her what it felt like. He lifted his head and looked down at Karri. What a fucking mistake. The skin on her shoulders sparkled with drops of water, and her hair hung in big damp ringlets. He was fascinated by the way her heart-shaped mouth was stretched over his dick.
“Mmmmm, Karri,” he moaned, “baby, your mouth feels so wonderful. AH…ahhhhhhhh,” his breath left him in a shudder as little tremors of pleasure tripped up his spine.
He knew then he had to make her stop. If he came now, he would probably pass out and break his neck. As large as he was, he’d surely crush her under his weight. What would that look like in the headlines? “Romance authors find spokesperson and local firefighter dead in bathtub: sexual encounter gone awry.” No, that wasn’t really in his game plan.
*****
With gentle pressure, Matt was able to extract himself from Karri’s grip. If his dick could speak, it probably would have cussed him. Forget that—it probably would have found a phone and called 911 and complained of abuse. As much as he loathed leaving the pleasure she’d be giving him, there were two things he wanted more. To taste her, and to sink his dick so far into her that he’d be able to see his own tip when she screamed his name.
Pulling her to stand, Matt adjusted Karri so she was sitting on the edge of the tub. Thankfully, it was designed so as to have ample space for a person to perch comfortably. With Karri nestled into the tiled corner, he was able to lift her right leg and place it along the tiled back splash, leaving her open to his sight.
Switching off the jets, Matt flipped the switch to engage the drain. With the water swirling away, he turned on the faucet and picked up the handheld sprayer. After playing with the massage head for a few seconds, he selected a pulsating spray. With a wicked gleam in his eye and a half smile lifting the corner of his mouth, he knelt in the tub and proceeded to take Karri to Nirvana. There was no preamble to his feasting. He simply ate with all the enjoyment of a starved man being gifted with a southern buffet. His broad tongue swiped at her slit, sending shockwaves of heat to her core.
*****
Just when Karri thought she was about to combust, he bombarded her clit with the steady tattoo from the pulsating showerhead. The fingers of his right hand found their way one by one into her sheath until he had three large digits strumming on her sensitized walls. Matt would douse her with the cool water, then suckle on her mons until there was scant little moisture left. Adjusting the spray so that it became a steady stream, he handed the showerhead to Karri and then guided her so that its spray was positioned to hit her directly on her clit. He held her hand steady for the first brief seconds, ensuring that she didn’t misdirect the spray when she was jolted with pleasure.
Once he was sure of
Karri didn’t allow Matt much of a reprieve, though, because as soon as he took in a shuddering breath, she pursed her lips down over his rod and began to move back slowly, revealing his shaft inch by glistening inch. When she reached the head, she increased the suction and fluttered her tongue over the super-sensitive cap before quickly swallowing his cock again and clenching what length she couldn’t handle tightly in her hand. She repeated her ministrations for several moments before increasing the speed of her thrust and parry.
*****
Matt’s eyes rolled so far back in his head, he wasn’t sure they’d ever be able to focus forward again. Bending his knees slightly so she could take more of him into her sexy mouth, he let his head fall back on his shoulders. GOD! Nothing had ever felt this good before. He should make her stop. Any moment now he’d make her stop and show her what it felt like. He lifted his head and looked down at Karri. What a fucking mistake. The skin on her shoulders sparkled with drops of water, and her hair hung in big damp ringlets. He was fascinated by the way her heart-shaped mouth was stretched over his dick.
“Mmmmm, Karri,” he moaned, “baby, your mouth feels so wonderful. AH…ahhhhhhhh,” his breath left him in a shudder as little tremors of pleasure tripped up his spine.
He knew then he had to make her stop. If he came now, he would probably pass out and break his neck. As large as he was, he’d surely crush her under his weight. What would that look like in the headlines? “Romance authors find spokesperson and local firefighter dead in bathtub: sexual encounter gone awry.” No, that wasn’t really in his game plan.
*****
With gentle pressure, Matt was able to extract himself from Karri’s grip. If his dick could speak, it probably would have cussed him. Forget that—it probably would have found a phone and called 911 and complained of abuse. As much as he loathed leaving the pleasure she’d be giving him, there were two things he wanted more. To taste her, and to sink his dick so far into her that he’d be able to see his own tip when she screamed his name.
Pulling her to stand, Matt adjusted Karri so she was sitting on the edge of the tub. Thankfully, it was designed so as to have ample space for a person to perch comfortably. With Karri nestled into the tiled corner, he was able to lift her right leg and place it along the tiled back splash, leaving her open to his sight.
Switching off the jets, Matt flipped the switch to engage the drain. With the water swirling away, he turned on the faucet and picked up the handheld sprayer. After playing with the massage head for a few seconds, he selected a pulsating spray. With a wicked gleam in his eye and a half smile lifting the corner of his mouth, he knelt in the tub and proceeded to take Karri to Nirvana. There was no preamble to his feasting. He simply ate with all the enjoyment of a starved man being gifted with a southern buffet. His broad tongue swiped at her slit, sending shockwaves of heat to her core.
*****
Just when Karri thought she was about to combust, he bombarded her clit with the steady tattoo from the pulsating showerhead. The fingers of his right hand found their way one by one into her sheath until he had three large digits strumming on her sensitized walls. Matt would douse her with the cool water, then suckle on her mons until there was scant little moisture left. Adjusting the spray so that it became a steady stream, he handed the showerhead to Karri and then guided her so that its spray was positioned to hit her directly on her clit. He held her hand steady for the first brief seconds, ensuring that she didn’t misdirect the spray when she was jolted with pleasure.
Once he was sure of
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