Control Me(51)

Jada sat on the edge of the bed naked and proceeded to take off her red, peep-toe shoes.

“Leave them on, babe. I want to fuck you with them on.”

She didn’t answer me. Grinning, she pulled me forward, grabbed the base of my cock, and licked around the head before drawing me into her mouth. Christ, her mouth was so hot; it was like sticking my dick in a sauna. I gathered her hair and moved it off her face so I could watch with fascination as she sucked me. God, her pretty red lips looked great wrapped around my cock. Earlier this evening when she stepped out of the bathroom, I imagined Jada’s red lips wrapped around my cock, remembering our first time together in the pool house and how she’d dropped to her knees in front of me. “Fuck, that feels good,” I groaned.

When she’d looked up at me under her dark lashes, letting out those tiny sounds of pleasure she made as she sucked me, I was instantly hard. It was going to be nearly impossible to stop myself from coming in her mouth.

“Mmm,” she said, stroking my shaft as she once again licked around the head as if it was the most-enjoyable dessert she’d ever tasted.

It was too much. I wanted to come so fucking badly I could taste it. I pushed my hips forward, and she opened her mouth wider, allowing me to fuck her mouth. “Oh, God,” I moaned as my hips repeatedly plunged forward.

“Fuck, babe, you need to stop…or…I’ll come.” I pushed her head forward to meet my thrust, my dick rubbing against the back of her throat as I came so hard I felt the room spin. Jada continued to suck me, draining every last drop from my cock. I pulled out of her mouth and stumbled back a step or two.

“Holy shit,” I exhaled.

She looked at me with a devilish smile. “You taste good,” she said, running her tongue over her bottom lip.

“Is that so? Let me taste you now, babe,” I said as I guided her down to the bed. Still wearing her red shoes, she scooted up so her head was on the pillow, and I smiled at her. Her long, blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and breasts, her green eyes were stormy and lustful—goddamn, she was beautiful. “I’m going to taste every inch of your body, Princess.” I started with her mouth, spending just a few moments kissing her before moving down to her neck. Her pulse was rapid, throbbing against my tongue.

Stopping at her breasts, I took one and then the other one into my mouth, suckling her nipples until they were tight little peaks. I gently bit at them, and she arched into me with a soft moan; I loved her responses. I made my way further down her body, kissing her stomach, so flat and smooth. I stopped.

“Why are you stopping, Max?”

“How did I not notice this scar before, Princess? How did you get it?”

“What? Oh, that thing, I’ve had it for years. I…”

“Babe, it doesn’t look like an old scar. What happened and when?” I studied her, noticing she licked her lips nervously.

“Please, Max, I’ll tell you another time. Tomorrow morning at breakfast, I promise. I want you to make love to me, not talk about how I got my stupid scar.”

I sensed she was hiding something, but I pushed it from my mind for the time being, especially when she raised her hips and jolted my dick with her wet pussy. I began to lick my way down again, getting closer and closer to the silky slit between her thighs. My entire body ached to taste her. I stroked her pussy lips before parting them then flicked my tongue over her clit.

Her body jerked, and her ass lifted off the bed. She bunched her fingers into my hair. “Oh, Max; God, yes,” she cried.

I draped my arm across her stomach and held her in place as I continued to lick and suck her clit. “Your pussy is the sweetest, most decadent treat I’ve ever tasted, babe.”

My tongue dipped lower. I slid two fingers into her juicy wetness and looked up the length of her body. Her eyes were closed. Her neck was arched, and her lips were parted on a moan. Fuck! There was nothing hotter than the look of a woman who was on the brink of orgasm.

I worked my fingers in and out of her, my thumb circling her clit. She tightened around me, and I replaced my thumb with my tongue. Jada cried out, continuing to buck and moan beneath me, her thighs clamping tighter around my head. I could feel her red shoes digging into my back.

I was relentless, working my tongue on her clit in a frenzy. I could feel her bud tingle against my tongue, and seconds later, I was rewarded with her nectareous taste. When she came down from her orgasm and her body stopped trembling, I slowly brought my body up the length of hers, kissing my way up until I found her mouth again. “I love the taste of you,” I whispered against her lips. “Can you taste yourself on my lips, babe?”