I slide my hand along her jaw and push my fingers through her hair, pulling her to me. “How does she stand a chance up against you?”
The hardness around her full lips melts and a little glimmer comes into her eyes. She shakes her head. “You sure are a smooth-talking son of a bitch.”
“Want to know what else I can do that’s smooth?”
Her fingers walk up my chest. “I think I might know.”
I close in, slipping my other hand under her shirt, palming her tit and rolling that tempting little bead between my fingers. “You gonna let me show you?”
She pulls back, mischief in her eyes. “You promise to do that thing you did the other day? With your thumb?”
My cock grows three times its size and hardens ten times over. I move my hand from her tit down into her pants to her ass, letting my finger slip between her cheeks. “You mean back here?”
She answers with a hmm, and her head falls back. Her hand finds my engorged dick as it tries to escape my jeans.
I walk her backward, my cock pressing into her hand. My finger finds her tight little hole and slips down to tickle her pussy lips, dipping into the wetness that’s already waiting for me to have a taste.
“Damn, woman, you’re addictive.”
She laughs. “Yeah? You think?”
I push her onto her high bed and drop to my knees at the edge of it. “Fuck yeah. Now, bring that pussy over here and let me have a taste.”
She scoots to the edge, and I strip her pants off. I slide my hands between her thighs.
Ronnie puts her hands over mine. “First, I wanted to say thank you for yesterday. I don’t know what that guy would’ve done if you hadn’t been there to stop him. That was amazing.”
My chest swells around the gratitude she just deposited. Then my hunger overrules the need to bask in her praise. I smile. “You can thank me by opening those legs. I’ve been dreaming about this pussy for the last couple of days. I need my fix.”
She rolls her eyes but lies back and opens to me. Her milk-chocolate slit waits for my tongue. I slip my fingertip between her folds. My cock hardens a little more. I undo the button on my pants to let him out.
Ronnie watches as I free my hard-on of its confines. She licks her lips.
Her gaze finds mine. “I want a taste too.”
“Never let it be said that I don’t do whatever it takes to please my lady.” I stand. “Turn around and hang your head off the edge of the bed. Wait. Is that going to hurt your cut?”
“It might throb a bit, but I bet there will be a stronger throb somewhere else.”
She turns, and I push my jeans down below my ass. Ronnie opens her mouth. I aim my dick for her plump lips. She takes me in hand. Licking the head, she sends a curl of heat through my balls. Then she guides me into her mouth and closes around my shaft.
I groan as I lean over her. Her legs open, her knees touching the bedspread out to the sides. Her sweet spot is wide open to me, with her ass cheeks spread too. That dark spot she wants me to give some attention to is ready and waiting.
I blow lightly over her cunt. “Fuck yes!”
With the very tip of my tongue, I probe her soft flesh. Her lips twitch as I barely drag my tongue across her clit. The sweet scent of her pussy hardens my erection even more.
She works my cock with her mouth, one hand on my ass, the other massaging the underside of my balls. My dick tightens almost painfully.
I slip my finger between her folds, dipping into her wetness and bringing some to the edge so I can lap it up. Tastes like heaven. I flatten my tongue on her clit and drag it down to that tiny hole. So tight. Someday soon, I’m gonna pump my cock into it—when she asks me.
Until then, I slide both long fingers into her entrance, moving them in circles, working up a rhythm that follows the pace she’s set on my dick.
My hips move in long strokes in and out of her mouth, the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat. Sliding between her lips is better than the wettest dream I’ve ever had.
As I lick her pussy, my fingers pick up the pace, moving in and out of her slit. Her cunt gives me more thick juice. I move one wet finger down to her asshole.
When I touch the puckered place, she mews.
Oh yeah.
I slather my tongue around her clit, down between her lips, and over her backside hole. Then I latch onto her clit and suckle as I push the tip of my finger into that tight little hole. Her entire cunt pulses—her asshole too. I have a finger in each, pumping into one and pulling out of the other in a dance designed to make her moan.
Her mouth tightens around my cock. She sucks my dick with the same enthusiasm I suckle her clit. Each of us lavishes pleasure on the other. Soon we both move with one motion, each of our hips pumping against the other’s mouth, our hands doing what they can to fulfill the gratification the other craves.