I was lost in the thrill of it all when he interrupted with his hand on my head and an urgent expression on his face.
“Kay, I’m gonna,” he said by way of warning.
Well, go on then. I’m not gonna stop.
Of course, I said nothing because it’s impossible to speak with a mouth full.
Instead, I sucked a little harder, took him in a little deeper, and took a firm hold of his balls. Because however much he enjoyed it, I was enjoying it as much. His flavor, his texture, and the sordid story of giving a blow job to a celebrity in a hallway after a one-night stand with his housemate all thrilled me.
It wasn’t the sort of storyline I’d ever expect to star in—the sort of thing that happened to other women, but not me.
I was so fucking turned on right then; it was a wonder I didn’t come as well when his dick throbbed in my mouth and propelled semen to the back of my throat.
His eyes rolled in his head as he lost it.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
TYLER REED
What else can I give you?
After having my fingers inside, I was eager to slip my dick in , but she’d found my weakness, and I couldn’t hold out long enough when I looked down into her big eyes and watched my cock sliding into her not-so-innocent face.
Don’t be fooled by the angelic manner she had about her; she sucked cock like a fucking expert. Like she fucking loved it. And I loved her for it.
I hardly knew the girl at all, but I loved everything about her so far. From her appearance and her self-assured manner to the way she appeared to love sex with no reservations.
And she sucked my hopes of fucking her right out of me.
Sorry sweetie, I’m good, but I’m not that good.
In all my years, I’d experienced nothing like it. It all happened so fast: I like a quickie, but this was breakneck speed from finding I wasn’t alone in the house to shooting my load into the back of her throat in less than fifteen minutes.
And if she thought that was it, when she released my dick and licked her lips, she was very much mistaken. I hadn’t finished with the woman. I couldn’t finish until I was certain she was satisfied.
Given enough time, my dick would recover, but there were plenty of other things I wanted to do before she decided to get dressed. So when she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, I pulled her up to her feet.
I kissed her soft and lovely cock-sucking lips for a few minutes, tasting myself in her mouth.
There’s something extremely hot about kissing a girl who has just swallowed. I’m pretty much a big fan of oral sex all ways round, and I’d happily go with nothing else. Giving and receiving were my favorite activities.
And I took the time to let my hand caress her soft, curvy body, slowly lingering this time, whereas my pace had been frenetic earlier. Kayla had the most magnificent tits worth lavishing with attention for many hours but probably not while standing in the hallway.
I slowly moved my right hand back down to her wonderful vagina and slipped in a couple of fingers again.
So wet and ready for me.
No decent man would leave a girl like that.
Having brought her to orgasm in record time earlier, I took things a little slower. I kissed down her body but didn’t linger for too long at her pillow-soft, full breasts.
Instead, it was my turn to get down on my knees. She’d caught me by surprise when she went down, and I intended to do the same. Exactly the same. My tongue, her clit: they had to get acquainted.
I licked and kissed and nuzzled all around her pubic mound and that valley where the legs adjoin—taking my sweet time to tease her with the thought that soon my mouth would be the source of her pleasure.
Delayed gratification is a fine idea, but it also equally tortured both of us. The scent of her private parts drove me crazy. And I didn’t want to wait to get closer and taste her.
With the same eager, frantic need, I began to eat her out while she stood there. She slumped back against the wall and bent her knees a little.
She was beautiful in her responsiveness.
Everything we did in that hallway had been fast and primitive. We were acting on primal instinct together. It just worked.
I ate her out, and she thrust her pussy against my face like she owned me.
She fucking could own me.
My right hand slipped under her thigh and raised it onto my shoulder, making her more accessible and helping me support her. Minutes later, she came with a cry and a gush of juices that ran down her legs and onto my arm.