Promise of Forever(32)

“We could go back out to the party and drink with my friends,” he said in a deep, husky voice, “but it’s my birthday, and do you want to know what I’d rather be drinking right now?”

“W—what?” I panted, as his fingers moved in and out of me.

“I’d rather be drinking that sweet, wet honey that I just can’t get enough of and it’s right here, and it’s all mine.” He drove his fingers deep inside my wetness, and I felt myself spasm around his hands.

Suddenly, he removed his fingers and turned me around to face him. I inhaled sharply as I felt his fingers, still wet from my juices, slowly brush the spaghetti straps of my dress off my shoulders, causing the silk fabric to fall to the ground, exposing my naked breasts.

“Damn, I’ve been craving these all night,” he groaned as he lowered his mouth onto one of my breasts and began to suck on it.

Then he grabbed my waist and in one swift movement, he laid me down on top of a bed of coats. Within seconds, I felt his teeth and tongue bite and soothe my nipples in alternating intervals, sending jolts of electricity down below where a pool of wetness began to develop.

“Now that I’ve got you all wet and excited, I’m ready for my birthday drink from you, baby.”

Knowing exactly what he had in store for me, the wetness inside me began to drip down my thighs in anticipation.

As if he had a sixth sense of how turned on I was, he went down on his knees and disappeared between my legs.

I gasped as I felt his hot tongue lick up my wetness along my inner thigh. “Can’t let this sweetness go to waste,” he groaned as his mouth slowly moved toward my entrance. “And happy fucking birthday to me,” His voice was ragged and wild as I felt his mouth linger at the entrance.

“Oh God, please, Jax!” I begged as I arched my hips toward his mouth.

“Baby, you know I can’t deny you anything,” he growled. He grabbed my hips with both hands as his mouth engulfed me. I screamed out and threw my head back as a flood of pleasure crashed through me. As his hands tightened their grip against my flesh and he pulled me against his mouth, his tongue moved deeper and deeper inside me. Within seconds, I reached my breaking point and my entire body began to convulse around his mouth.

“Come in my mouth, baby. I want to get drunk off of your wet pussy.”

I cried and gasped uncontrollably as his tongue worked its magic and pushed me over the brink of sanity, and for five long seconds, earth-shattering pleasure thundered through my body.

“Oh my God. That was incredible,” I panted.

“And delicious to the last drop.” He moved up from between my legs and kissed me slowly, allowing me to taste myself all over his mouth.

“And we’re not done, birthday boy,” I purred. I grabbed his shoulders and rolled him to his back and got on top of him.

I kissed him softly up his jaw line and nibbled his ear. “I’m going to ride you until you come deep inside me, baby. Are you ready?”

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned as I felt his pelvic thrust up in response.

I pulled down his pants and boxers and his long, hard erection sprung out to greet me. I grabbed the base of his shaft and took the entire length of his cock into my mouth in one slow and fluid motion.

He let out a primal groan as his hips moved up to thrust deeper inside my mouth. I moved my mouth up and down his erection until I felt his body start to spasm in pleasure. That was when I stopped and pulled out.

“That was just to get you warmed up, Jax,” I moaned. “Now I want to ride you like a cowgirl, and baby, I like my rides rough and fast.”

“God, you’re killing me, baby,” he panted.

“Do you want to punish me for torturing you?”

Before he could answer, I mounted him, easing his cock deep inside me. We cried out together as I began to ride his cock, first slowly as I moved up and down his entire length, my pussy clung tightly around him as I moved. Then, with each thrust inside me, I moved my hips faster and harder up and down his shaft until I felt him lose control of his body.

“Oh, baby. I’m about to fucking come,” he warned.

“Just let go, Jax. Just lose yourself inside me,” I cried as I felt myself spasm around him. “I’m coming, Jax,” I panted. “Baby, I’m coming with you.”

And we did. Moments later, as our bodies moved in perfect harmony, we both found our release. As I collapsed on top of him, our bodies still connected, I let out a deep sigh of satisfaction.

“Happy birthday, Jax,” I whispered as we laid there on top of a bed of coats.

“Thank you, baby.”

“Have you made your birthday wish today?”