I’ve never had a woman so responsive to my attentions, nor have I had one so intent on satisfying my desires.
I brace my knees at the side of the mattress and slam my cock into her mouth. She grips my ass with both hands, urging me on. Her hips buck beneath me. Her moans vibrate through my cock. I answer in kind.
My erection grows to its max length and hardens until it’s about to burst. She slides her tongue around me and slips it over the head, sending an uncontrollable spasm through me.
I pull away from her clit, but keep my fingers moving in her cunt and ass. “Aw. Babe. That’s it. Suck that fucker.”
I latch on to her nub and circle it with my tongue. Increasing the speed, I bang in and out of her body with my fingers.
Fuck. I can’t wait.
I spew cum, and she sucks it down, never letting my cock out of her hot mouth. My hips thrust until every drop is out.
I don’t let up licking her clit and plunging my fingers inside her. After a couple of minutes, her body clenches tight on my fingers, pulsing hard against me. I pull out of her slit, continuing to pump into her ass, while I lick up all the juice her orgasm created. Her hips curl up to me, opening her so my tongue can slip in as deep as I’m able.
As soon as her body relaxes, I stand and turn her around. I yank her top off so I can watch those tits bounce as I fuck her. I dig into my pocket and rip open a condom package. She takes it and rolls it onto my erection. Grabbing her by the backs of her knees, I pull her pussy to meet my engorged cock.
She smiles as I slip inside, giving me a satisfied grunt when I draw out and bang into her. Her eyes hold mine as I pull back and do it again. She tightens her legs around my ass, yanking me in the next time.
The way her body fits around me, the way she looks at me—it’s like I’m the only man she’s ever wanted to be with. I’m the only man in the world. I’m a king in her arms.
I impale her over and over until she grabs the bedspread and twists it in her grasp. Her mouth opens, and her breath shallows and quickens. Her tits bounce perfectly as she grunts and groans, and I drive into her faster and harder.
Somehow, I’m more important between her legs, servicing her pussy—hell, even when she looks at me across the fucking room—than I am when I’m in front of a million people.
When her body tightens around me, I let loose. I push into her as far as I can as my cock convulses inside her warm pussy, so welcoming and tight.
I loosen my grip, and her legs drop from around my waist. I fall onto the bed next to her. Ronnie’s face is radiant with a light sheen of sexy sweat.
I lick her lips. “You taste of my cum.”
She nips my chin. “You taste like me.”
I grab a tit and lean in to kiss her. “You are, by far, the best fuck I’ve ever had.”
She smiles. “You’re pretty close to the top of my list.”
“What? After that, I don’t get top spot?”
She shrugs, her eyes sparkling. “Maybe I want you to try harder.”
ELEVEN
Dave pulls up to the curb. I wait on the front porch, adjusting the small camera pin.
He leans across the car and opens the door, waving me in. “C’mon, or we’ll be late.”
“Late for what?” I buckle up.
He shoots me a grin as he hits the gas. “I have a special evening planned under the lights.”
Oh, thank God. Maybe he’s finally decided he likes me.
I slump a little at the thought.
Guess I have to cut Jack loose. Once Dave kisses me, that’s the cut-off signal. I have to have a point of demarcation, right?
Yes. Definitely.
I cannot be a cheater. If there’s no kissing, then Dave and I are only friends, but once he crosses that line—
Pulling my shoulders back, I grin. And I will be happy about it. This is my career and that trumps crazy hot monkey sex with Jackson Tremaine.
Dave pulls up at a public park. The sun has dipped below the horizon, and the big lights shine almost blindingly. About thirty people mill around with their dogs on leashes. Some sort of obstacle course is corded off in the midst of it all.
“A dog party?” I ask.
He chuckles. “Not a party. An agility course training session. I think you’ll like it. It’s fun.”
Dog. Agility. Training. Not even a competition—just practice?
We saunter over to the sidelines. A tall, dark headed guy lets his Sheltie off the lead. Another person with a timer signals. And it’s off and running.
Dave leans close and whispers, “See, the dog has to make sure to follow the handler’s directions. It has to go fast, but still pay attention to what its master is telling him to do.”
I feign fascination while my career huddles under the nearest tree, dying slowly.