Page 16 of Professional Liar
I stripped her panties down her thighs and jerked them roughly off one ankle. She shuddered as I traced the same path I did before, this time with no barrier between her warm flesh and my fingers.
She didn’t have a chance to prepare. I cupped her ass in both hands and dragged her into my face, delving deep. She tasted the same as she did the first time. The very first time I put my face between a woman’s legs, they were hers. These legs, older and more muscular now, but the same ones. She wrapped her ankles over my shoulders and rested them on my back.
I lost myself in her. The taste of her, each little moan she let out when I bit the soft bud of her clit. She melted, covering my mouth in her arousal. I plunged my tongue inside her and fucked her with it, reveling in each grittier sound I elicited.
My cock ached, but I couldn’t release her to deal with it. I pressed into the couch and used the lip of it to give me any kind of friction I could between my underwear, the hard edge of the couch, and my stomach.
“I’m going to come,” she said, over and over, repeating it like a mantra. I pushed in harder, fucking her with my tongue and let her find her own rhythm against my face to stimulate her clit. The second she broke apart, I felt it in the pulse of her body and the gouges in my arms from her finger nails. I heard it in the string of unintelligible curses she let out. Her body squeezed tight and shook. I gentled, slowed, and stopped. She ran her hands over my head as she peeled her legs off and put her feet flat on the floor on either side of my knees.
I grabbed my cock, now aching to the point of pain, intending to jerk off the edge until I could take her to bed. As I went to grip myself, she slapped my hand away, shifted off the couch, and pushed me flat on the floor. The cold hardwood jolted me but didn’t stand against the raging inferno my body stoked.
She crawled between my thighs, pulled the waistband of my boxer briefs down under my balls, and cast a wink up my body before her mouth enfolded the head of my cock.
The hot wet suction of her lips began immediately, and I reached out and wrapped my hand around the bottom of the couch to focus on something. Anything.
She didn’t go easy on me. She pressed down my length almost to my base and sucked back up. With each pass, my balls tightened, my toes curled, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. “Baby, you keep doing that, and it’s game over.”
She peered up at me all mock innocence, flushed skin, and wet mouth. Damn, this woman would ruin me. Fucking destroy me. And I needed more.
Her assault lasted another minute by my sheer will alone. Then she followed her mouth with her hand on an upstroke, and I came, harder than I had in my life. I tried to warn her, but syllables wouldn’t string themselves together right. She didn’t seem to mind. I pumped into her face as she met my body and swallowed it all. The world tilted until I found myself back in my body, everything tight and aching from the strain of keeping myself under control.
She released me, pulled my underwear off, and stood naked over me. “How about that drink?”
