Page 114 of Bourbon Kingdom
Yes, this was exactly what I needed. Even though I loved Jett’s dick, fucking craved that meat sword, I occasionally wanted to be loved like this, tenderly.
I relaxed into the wall as I let Jett’s tongue do all the work, allowing myself to feel every swipe, every breath, and every hum he laid on me.
Faster than I expected, I felt my orgasm coming on; my legs started to feel like noodles and my core began to burn from the onslaught of pleasure I was experiencing.
I gripped Jett’s head and prepared myself. With one deep swipe, I was riding Jett’s tongue, exploding from the inside out, screaming for the entire club to hear, until there wasn’t any more orgasm left inside of me.
My eyes were closed, trying to figure out how Jett was able to turn me inside out like this, when I felt him pick me up and walk toward his room. He moved the door open with his foot and walked me toward his bed.
Carefully, he placed me on the very comfortable mattress, which made me temporarily forget where I was, until I opened my eyes.
Jett was in his closet, pulling on a pair of briefs, when I sat up and looked at him.
He was hard, really fucking hard, and I knew it was because he was turned on from getting me off. How could you not love a man for that?
“Come here,” I said, waving my finger at him.
“Why?” he asked, at the same time as he leaned against the door frame of his closet and crossed his arms over his impressively cut chest.
“Because I want to soothe that rather massive ache you havein your briefs; now, get over here.”
“Not necessary,” he replied, walking toward me. He grabbed ahold of my robe and ran it carefully over my shoulders. Was he trying to turn me on again? Because he was doing a damn fine job of it.
Wanting to take charge, I ran my hand up his thigh until I reached the juncture of his legs and grabbed ahold of his balls.
He inhaled a sharp breath and looked down at me, telling me through his eyes that I was in so much trouble, but at the moment, I really didn’t care, because I was seeing how much I was turning him on, and that was all that mattered to me.
“What do you think you’re doing, little one?” he asked in that dominant southern voice that rumbled through my body every time he spoke.
“Taking care of your little problem here.”
“You know damn well it’s not little. How many times do I have to remind you of that?”
Shrugging, I said, “Maybe one more?”
Without letting him respond, I grabbed the top of his waistband and pulled down his briefs, allowing his cock to spring free. My mouth watered at the sight. I felt like it had been so long since I’d had the distinct pleasure of taking him in my mouth.
Licking my lips, I grabbed his cock with my hands, and guided it to my mouth. Jett took a deep breath and then relaxed in his stance, preparing for what I was about to do to him.
There were many things I enjoyed about the “new” Jett, and one of them was the fact that he relinquished control a little more, allowing me to do what I wanted, when I wanted, with some exceptions. There were times where, if I muttered a word he let me know about it, but right now, he was more relaxed, more open, and I was going to take advantage of it.
I wrapped my lips around his length and reveled in the feel of him. So hard, for me.
His fingers dug into my scalp and entwined with my hair, helping my motions by pulling and tugging ever so slightly. The feel of him still trying to direct me should have made me mad, but it only turned me on more.
One of my hands sat at the base of his penis, while the other started to massage his balls. A low moan escaped his throat as I continued to work his heated length.
In and out, it was almost like a dance I was conducting, pulling him and tugging while carefully running my tongue along the underside of his cock. It was so easy, so carefree to want to please this man, to want to make him burst in ecstasy.
“Fuck . . .” he drawled out, now starting to thrust his hips in my mouth.
He was at an impossible length, almost too much for me. I held back my need to gag at how far I’d started to take him, and instead, relished the feel of him riding my mouth.
His hand gripped tighter in my hair, needing me to give him an orgasm, so with a light tug on his balls and a sharp suck of my mouth, he threw his head back and reared into my mouth, all the while calling out my name.
I felt him come, use me as a mechanism of pleasure, until he was completely sated.
Slowly, he pulled out of my mouth, still breathing heavily, with a look of absolute pleasure crossing his gorgeous face.
