He leans in and places a kiss on the wings. “I like this one.”
Jackson palms one of my Double-Ds and massages as he licks and kisses the other. The sensation pulls on my womb every time he sucks in my nipple, tickling it with the tip of his tongue. Then he switches sides and lavishes the same sweet attention on the other.
I pull at his shirt.
He stands and divests himself of his clothes. His pecs and abs are almost enough to send me into a mini-o. His tats climb from his pecs over his shoulder and spiral around his arms, down past his elbows. His powerful thighs flex, the muscles defined and the dusting of dark hair over them begging for me to slide my hand up them. But it’s his cock, long and thick, about to drip a bead of pre-cum right in front of me, that sends a shiver across my skin and a flood of wetness to my cunt.
Damn. He’s hotter than the desert sun in August.
I sit up and take hold of his dick with both hands. He sighs and closes his eyes, letting his head fall backward. His fists clench and unclench. It’s only inches away. And that drop of glistening moisture calls to me. I lean to him, breathing over his cock’s head. It flexes in my hands.
Merry Christmas, Ronnie. Lord. I’ve gotta give it a lick.
Ronnie sits at the edge of the couch. Her gorgeous, full breasts, the color of a mocha latte with dark, extra-large chocolate kisses at their tips, are right there, waiting for more loving.
At the end of my cock, her mouth is poised—breathing over me. Fuck. I might’ve lied. I may have to come to satisfy this hunger, and then rise again to enjoy her some more.
Her pink tongue darts out and swipes the drop of liquid off my erection. I swear, my nuts drew up in preparation for ejaculation. She blows across the wetness she created, and I have to steady myself with my hand on her head.
I pull back when she looks up at me. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to do that. You’re making me weak in the knees, Peaches.”
Her full lips spread in a wicked smile. She pushes my cock up and licks from my balls to the end. I widen my stance so I don’t fall over. When Ronnie tips my shaft back down and slides those puffy, perfect, dick-sucking lips over me, it’s almost more than a man can take.
“Oh, yeah. Like that.” My breathing slows as I wait for her to move.
When she does, she takes as much of my cock into her mouth as possible.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She draws back, tightening her lips and creating suction as the rim of my head catches on her teeth, but in a good way. In again. And out. And in. And out.
She stops.
My eyes fly open. “Want to do something else?”
She shakes her head as she kicks her slippers onto the floor and slides her pants off. When she sits, she pulls one of her legs up, propping her foot on the edge of the sofa. I get a glimpse of her beautiful pussy, a few shades darker than her thighs. It calls to my dick, but before I can make a move, her mouth is on my cock’s head, her tongue drawing spirals on its tip.
As she sucks and licks my cock, her hand moves around to my ass. She pulls me closer as she takes my dick deeper, those dark lips wrapped around my shaft.
Fuck, I could just shoot my wad right now.
“Damn, Babe. That’s amazing.”
She nods a little, her one hand massaging my ass, the other moving to her cunt.
Oh shit. She’s fucking touching herself. Aw damn.
My cock might as well be granite, it’s so hard, and it wants to fucking explode. Her hand moves at her pussy in time with her mouth taking me deeper and deeper.
The more she pleasures me, the quicker she pumps her fingers into her own pussy. In and out. In and out. My balls move up as the pressure increases in my cock, the skin stretching as I grow bigger.
Wet noises smack of self gratification and mutual enjoyment. The scent of her peaches and cream permeates the air, making me hungry to taste her.
My fingers find their way to her thick, soft curls. I rest my hand gently on her crown. The movement of her head and the way her mouth heats my cock—damn.
She increases her pace with both the fingers she’s pumping into her very wet cunt, from the sound of it, as well as her warm and silky tongue on my hard-on—getting harder every second.
Then she makes a little noise, like last night. A mew crossed with a grunt.
Holy fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She sucks my cock harder as her fingers flex on my ass cheek. She groans and stops sucking to pant, but then she latches on again, and she’s moving me in and out of her mouth so hard and so fast, I can’t help but pump my hips, catching stride with her rhythm.
Ronnie makes a sexy as fuck sound, and her grip on my butt tightens and doesn’t let go. The suction on my dick is too much.
That’s it. I can’t hold back. “Fuck, Ronnie, I’m coming. Right now. I’m coming.”