“I like you touching me, Tara.”
She licked her lips and rose up between his legs. He leaned over her to undo the clasp of her bra, letting it fall so he could see her br**sts, the rosy tips hard as she stroked his shaft, rolling it hand over hand. She seemed to be mesmerized by it as she played with it, taking her time, squeezing it hard, then lightening her touch.
He could watch her touch his c**k for hours, the heat and softness of her hand nothing at all like when he jacked himself off. There was a finesse to her movements unlike his hurry-up-and-get-it-over-with it style. She was all grace and softness, and when she put her mouth over the head of his c**k and swirled her tongue over it like a goddamned ice cream cone, he almost lost it, almost shot his come into her mouth right then as if he were a fifteen-year-old boy with no control.
She licked the length of him, her little pink tongue riding his shaft like she couldn’t get enough of him.
“Jesus Christ, Tara, that’s so f**king good.” He reached for her hair, started pulling all those careful pins out of it, needed it loose so he could tangle his fingers in it. And when it was finally free, he fisted her hair in his hand and gave it a tug. Her gaze snapped to his, and she smiled, then took his c**k deep, seeming to know exactly what he needed.
She let him thrust his c**k deep in her mouth, let him f**k his shaft between her sweet lips hard and fast until he was panting, until he could feel his balls tighten up.
“Yeah. Suck my c**k hard.”
She took him deep, swallowing his c**k head, squeezing him, making the sweat roll down between his shoulder blades. Tension pulled at his spine, and he fought the urge to let go, wanted to savor her sweet lips on him for a few minutes longer. She was a goddess with a perfect mouth and doing things to him that made him grit his teeth and dig his heels into the carpet. He could hold on a little longer.
She swept her thumb over that place between his balls and his ass, and oh f**k, that felt good, to be teased there while she sucked him. He craved more. She was like a drug. He shoved his c**k deep and he knew this ride was going to be over soon, because he wanted to come in her mouth so damn badly he could already imagine what it would be like to feel it spurt on her tongue, to feel her draining him until there was nothing left.
“I’m going to come in your mouth, Tara, so if you don’t want me to, you’d better tell me now.”
But she only hummed around his shaft and tickled his ass**le with her fingers, and goddamn if that didn’t make him shoot right then and there, hard and fast and all the way down her sweet throat. He came with a loud shout, his ass bucking up off the chair, his orgasm coming from somewhere deep inside him. He felt light-headed, climaxing from his spine, his brain, from every part of him, leaving him shaking and sweaty and utterly spent.
He fell back against the chair, and Tara went with him, her mouth still on him, licking every last drop of what he gave her until she finally let go of his c**k and laid her head on his thigh.
It took Mick a minute or so before he felt coherent again. He pulled Tara onto his lap, and she looked so f**king sexy wearing only her panties and those shoes. He kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue, amazed by what she’d done for him.
She pulled away, licked her lips, and smiled at him. “You tasted good.”
He shuddered. “Christ, you damn near gave me a stroke.”
She giggled. “Good.”
“I’ll give you good.” He lifted her and put her on her feet, then pulled her panties off, leaving those shoes on that drove him half crazy. Then he sat her in the chair and spread her legs. “Your turn.”
He kissed her first, wanted to taste her mouth, lick her lips, slide his tongue in her mouth and suck on her tongue. It made his c**k come to life again, even though she’d taken everything he had.
He kissed her neck, and she shuddered. He knew her neck was sensitive, and he gave it extra attention, dragging his tongue over the side of her throat before sliding down between her br**sts, then licking her ni**les, sucking each hard berry until she arched her back to feed them to him. He cupped her br**sts in his hands and rolled the buds between his teeth, tugged on them, heard her ragged cry and drank it in because it made his dick hard.
He swept his hands over her belly, kissed it, then shouldered her legs apart, moved his hands down her sweet legs and lifted them, kissing her feet.
“Those are some rockin’-hot shoes, Miss Lincoln.”
She laughed. “I might wear them every day if I get this kind of reaction.”
“Feel free to dig those spikes into my back if you like what I do to you.”
She leveled her pretty brown eyes on him and swallowed when he draped her legs over his shoulders. He moved between her legs, inhaling the scent of her sex. She was so wet, so sweet and enticing, it made him go rock hard.
He swept his tongue over her pu**y lips. She whimpered and laid her hand over his head as he licked the length of her, put his mouth on her clit and sucked.
“Oh, damn, Mick. Yes. Lick me right there.”
She made his dick pound when she talked to him, when she told him what she liked, when she lifted her ass and rocked her pu**y against his face. He liked her turned on and out of control like she was now, moaning and talking to him, her pu**y so wet his tongue slid easily all over her. And when he sucked on her clit and slid two fingers inside her, she lifted her butt off the chair and came, hard, crying out and yanking on his hair, bucking against his face like she was in the rodeo and he was the bronco she rode to the grand prize.
He didn’t even wait for her to come down off the waves of her orgasm. He grabbed a condom, sheathed his cock, and shoved inside her still-spasming pu**y with one hard thrust. She let out a loud moan, scored his arms with her nails, and rocked against him.
“Yes!” she cried. “Fuck me.”
He drove into her, pulling her hips down so he could piston his c**k deep inside her. He wanted Tara to come again. He dropped on top of her, her br**sts against his chest, so he could roll against her clit.
“Mick, that’s so good.” She grabbed his head and kissed him, hard, her teeth mashing to his, her tongue sliding against his. She whimpered, her eyes filled with unshed tears. This is how he wanted her, because this is what he felt, his heart mixing with his body as he rode this incredible wave with this amazing woman.
He held back, his balls tightening as her pu**y squeezed him in a tight vise. Her eyes widened.