Pure fucking heaven.
“Do you touch yourself when men watch you?”
I know she doesn’t, or she hasn’t the times I’ve watched her, but I want to hear her say it.
“No,” she moans.
“Why?”
“Because it never feels right. I only wanted them to see my body, not my pleasure.”
Her eyes slam down to my lap when I palm my aching cock through my slacks.
“Do you want to now?”
She licks her lips and nods.
“Why?” I ask again.
“Because it feels right,” she answers breathlessly. “At night, when I lie in bed and touch myself, you’re who I think about.”
“How long?”
“Since my first visit.”
Her words send a surge of desire through me straight to my dick. Looks like I’m not the only one who has secrets.
“What do you think about?”
Her pants become stronger and the flush on her face redder. “What your face would look like if you were one of the guys in the park. What your hands would feel like on my body. How you would taste if I took you in my mouth. How it would feel if you slid your cock inside my pussy….”
“Fuck,” I hiss. I’m seconds away from shooting my load, and I haven’t even touched the woman yet. Just her words send me close to the edge. “Touch yourself, Charlotte. Slide your fingers through your pretty pussy lips and show me what you would do if I were one of those guys.”
I silently vow that from this day forward I will be the man she shows herself to. The only man.
Her breath hitches as she slides one of her hands up the inside of her thigh. Without taking my eyes off her, I open my slacks and pull out my cock. I’m so goddamn hard, the tight appendage pulses in my hand as I stroke it.
She glides one finger down the center of her slit, ending at her clit, which she lazily flicks. Her eyes flutter closed, and she releases a deep moan that I feel all the way to my toes. Charlotte is more than a temptation; she’s a fantasy come to life.
“Look at me,” I demand roughly, and she complies. “How does it feel?”
Her throat bobs. “Good. Perfect.” She pauses for a moment as she slides a finger inside. “But I need more.”
“What more do you need?”
“You,” she breathes on a shudder. “I need you, Bryan.”
It’s those words and the smell of her essence in the air that slice through the remainder of my control. One second I’m sitting on the chair, the next I’m down on my knees in front of her, the table roughly pushed back to give me room. Her eyes widen at my sudden movement, but the heat in her expression intensifies.
I pull her hand away from her dripping pussy and bring her fingers to my lips. Her taste explodes in my mouth as I suck her desire away. I release her finger with a pop.
Grabbing her waist, I pull her so her ass is nearly hanging off the edge of the chair. I wedge my hips between her thighs, and her legs open wider.
“Pull your lips open. Show me that wet pussy,” I command.
When she does so, a groan rumbles from my throat. Dipping down, I give her slit a long, leisurely swipe with my tongue. She tastes fucking addictive.
Her thighs tighten against my shoulders, and her fingers slide through my hair. I relish the bite of pain when she grips my hair and forces my face deeper into her. I nip, suck, and fuck her with my tongue before stopping at her clit and tugging it between my teeth. She squirms against my mouth, and I lap up every single drop she gives me.