I blushed slightly. “I got it.”
“I know, but I wanted that reaction out of you.” He smirked and tipped my chin toward him. “I love when you’re embarrassed. But you shouldn’t be. I love your body, your taste. You don’t need to feel embarrassed about that.”
“I just, I don’t know,” I said. “It makes me blush is all.”
“I know. It’s wonderful.” He laughed and then pulled me toward him.
“This place is pretty amazing,” I admitted.
“Good.” He kissed me lightly on the lips. “I want you to like it.” He kissed me lightly again.
“I like it a lot.” I kissed him hard this time, pressing myself against him.
This was what I’d been missing, Trip pressed against me, the whole reason I was willing to follow him out to the estate to begin with. I wanted to see more of his life, of course, but I also wanted more of him.
He returned my kiss, our tongues pressing together, his taste filling my mouth. He pulled me roughly against him, and I pressed him back, straddling his hips and getting on top of him.
He grinned at me. “This is better than a picnic,” he said.
“Shut up,” I replied, and kissed him hard.
He grabbed my ass as I kissed him. I reached back and found his cock, slowly stroking him over his black pants. He grunted into my mouth as I stroked him, clearly enjoying my hand slowly moving down his shaft.
I suddenly had a strong desire. Trip had been working so hard, so damn hard. I wanted to do something, and I realized I had my chance right here.
I slowly dropped back, kissing his neck. I moved farther down him until I was level with his belt.
He watched as I slowly unbuckled it, smirking at me. “Nothing better than watching you slowly undo my pants,” he said. “The anticipation makes me so fucking hard.”
“Does it?” I asked, unbuttoning his pants. “I thought I made you hard.”
“It’s the thought of what I want from you that makes me hard,” he said. “The thought of your tight pussy slowly sliding down along my cock, of filling you with my hot fucking cum.”
I bit my lip, soaking wet. I loved that kind of talk, but I had a mission.
I slowly pulled his slacks and his briefs off, revealing his thick, hard cock.
“Not wasting any time, I see,” he said.
“Don’t move,” I commanded.
“You’re giving me orders now?”
I smirked at him. “Right now, I’m the king. Now shut up.”
He opened his mouth and then grinned at me. “Yes, Your Highness,” he said softly.
I took his hard cock in my hand and let my saliva drip down onto his tip before slowly massaging it into his skin. I stroked him like that with my hand, using my spit to slide easily up and down his hard cock.
He watched me as I worked him like that, jerking his big cock off. Then I moved forward and slowly licked him, root to tip, taking my time, tasting him.
“Fuck,” he groaned when I finally took him between my lips. I slid my tongue down along his length and let him slip into my throat. He grunted, and his fingers wrapped in my hair as I began to suck him up and down.
“Fuck girl,” he grunted. “That’s fucking perfect.”
I worked him like that, letting his cock slide into my throat, sucking with my lips and working my tongue. I was soaking wet, and I couldn’t help but reach down and slowly slip my hands down my own pants.
“God damn, Bryce,” he groaned. “Fucking touch that soaked pussy while you suck my cock.”
I moaned with his dick in my mouth as I began to work my own clit, rubbing in soft circles. He pressed his cock deep into my throat and began to fuck my lips, pushing into my mouth.
That only made me want it more. I groaned, moaning with his cock in my throat as I worked my clit fast and steady, working in slow circles. He grunted and groaned before releasing me again, and I pulled back. I was balanced on one hand, so I couldn’t jerk him, but I slowly sucked his tip, my eyes locked on his.
He took my hair in his hands and let me slowly suck his tip like that. “You like taking my cock, don’t you?” he asked. “You can’t help but touch that pussy while you suck me off.”
I moaned and went back to work. He pressed me down, letting his cock push into my throat. I sucked him fast like that, moaning as I worked my own clit faster and faster.
I sucked him like that for as long as I could before pulling back out, gasping and staring at him. He grinned at me, his mouth hanging open. “I want to see you swallow every drop,” he said. “Can you do that? Can you take my cum down your fucking throat?”
“Yes,” I moaned, so fucking wet, out of my mind as I rubbed myself.