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.”
She grunts her reply, the hand at her pussy still working, the one on my ass gripping tightly. Ronnie sucks harder. As my cum shoots into her mouth, she swallows every bit of it.
She makes little noises in her throat until a shudder runs through her. Finally, her hand flexes on my ass and she lets go. She pulls away from my cock, the suction making a pop as it leaves her mouth.
She looks up at me, her big doe eyes close, and she flushes, her flawless skin tinges a tad darker. Fucking gorgeous.
I tip up her chin. She opens her eyes but won’t look at me.
“Hey,” I say.
She jumps to her feet and snatches up clothes, shoving mine into my chest. She pulls on her pants and gets her shirt backward and inside out.
I slide my jeans on and tuck my junk in, but I don’t zip or button. Not yet. I still want a taste of those peaches.
“Okay, then. You be safe driving home. Merry Christmas and all that.” She takes off into the kitchen.
I stride after her, bare feet slapping the cold tile. “What are you doing?”
She pinches her bottom lip and refuses to look at me.
I back her against the counter. “Ronnie, what’s the problem?”
Her gaze flits from one corner to the next, her cheeks flooding with even more pink tint. “I imagine Shay will be home any time. We’re lucky she didn’t walk in while we were—”
I place my finger over those luscious lips. “Shush. After the other night, when you sat at the table letting me almost bring you to orgasm with her two feet from you? I don’t buy that shit. Shay coming in isn’t your problem right now. What’s really going on?”