Page 30 of Frosty Felicity
She gripped the sheets with both hands when her calf muscles tensed after he burrowed his face deeper into her sweetness. Heels sliding against the sheets, mouth agape and eyes watering, the pleasure became too much, and she came undone in a series of uncontrollable spasms.
He kept on sucking her pussy, as if nothing were happening, as if she were not in the clouds, and he a million miles away. She screamed his name, then slowly came back down to Earth—speechless, her limbs loose and her mind in a fog. He slowed down to a crawl, then rested between her thighs when PARTYNEXTDOOR’s, ‘Sex On The Beach’ serenaded and celebrated the descent of her climax. The heavy weight returned then, and she clutched the tattooed muscles with all of her might. He ran a hand along her forehead, pushing her hair away from her face before kissing all over her cheeks and chin.
“You’re good,” she complimented, words followed by a wispy laugh as her pussy pulsed with residual pleasure.
“I know I am. The Brett Special wins every time.” Now they were both laughing.
“If I smoked, I’d be smoking right now.” She sat up, wiggling from beneath him, and stretched. “I need to go to the lady’s room. I’ll be right back.”
He gave her a nod, rested against the headboard, and slipped his arm behind his head as she sauntered into the master bathroom suite. Slowly closing the door behind her, she used the bathroom, washed her hands, splashed her face with water, finger combed her hair to the best of her ability and took a few deep breaths. As she looked at her reflection, she grinned. Then laughed.
Oh, what a night…
When she opened the bedroom door, there he was, eyes closed, boxers off…
“Fuck.”
He snickered as he stroked himself. His hand was scarcely able to reach around the girth of the long, fleshy beast standing erect between his muscular thighs. G-Eazy’s, ‘Let’s Get Lost,’ ft. Devon Baldwin, introduced the man and the myth. The Lochness Monster was alive and well.
With a straight face, she stared at the man and said, “I’m probably the worst dick sucker you’ve ever met. A real man-eater. I have a vicious overbite.”
He gave her a perplexed look, then burst out laughing.
“You don’t have an overbite, and I have seen you eat plenty of times. You take careful nibbles. Is this your way of trying to get out equality? Give and take?” He snorted.
“No, I just decided that things were going too well this evening, and it would be best if I did something to destroy it. Instead, you’ve called my bluff, so I’ll have to come up with another sabotage later.” She crawled on the bed and made herself at home between his legs, while he stroked himself. He looked so damn sexy, it hurt. He bit into his lower lip, cocked his head to the side, and stroked that cock faster. Harder. His big balls moved ever so often, and she leaned in close for a lick. His deep groan filled the room as soon as she touched his skin. Circumnavigating her palm around the manly globes, she drew one into her mouth and hummed.
“Ohhh, shit…” His eyes clamped tight.
She administered the same affections to the other, and then slipped her mouth beneath his dick, licking from the base to the tip, all while stroking his balls and growing soaking wet between her legs. What began as playful banter and displays, now turned to her determination to pleasure this man before her—to bend him to her whims and will with a worthy tongue, his opponent prepared for battle. She whimpered when he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked, then began pumping hard into her mouth. The sweet, romantic, kind police officer was a master in the bedroom. How befitting.
“Just like that! You’re doin’ it perfect!”
The soft flesh of the head felt amazing against her tongue as she licked it tenderly like an ice-cream on a cone, then enveloped the big, fat dick in and out of her mouth, moving in rhythm with his thrusts. Feeling her orgasm approaching as he fucked her mouth, she reached between her thighs, stroking herself. Sleazy, sex-fueled desires fed into her fetishes. Sordid images encroached her mind—visions of him manhandling her, tying her down, making her beg for mercy and sweet release…
Would he resist? Or would he treat her like a common criminal? Make her pay the hefty price? Oh, how she wanted to be brought to justice…
Before she found out whether he was just as twisted, he pulled back just enough to toss her on the bed like a plaything. Yanking the nightstand drawer open, he grabbed a box of condoms from inside, opened it, and within seconds, he sheathed himself. He placed her flat on her back and settled between her legs. Caressing the side of her face, he looked into her eyes and made her heart race. He was truly one of the most beautiful men she’d ever laid eyes on. Sure, he was handsome, but it went far deeper than that.
Brett’s inner beauty was like a glowing beacon, making shadows disappear, and bathing the forgotten in light.
“I need you. Right now. Just lie back and let me take care of business, baby.”
That was all she heard before the earthquake hit her body.
He plunged deep inside of her with a deep growl, forcing a gasp and shudder from her at his abrupt intrusion. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she held on tight as he rode her, deepening his thrusts at each turn. They held each other like their lives depended on it, gazes locked, mouths pressed together with need. While he kissed her like a long-lost lover, with tenderness and care, he managed to thrust within her like a ravenous beast. Pinned to the bed, she couldn’t move if she wanted to, beneath his gyrating hips and urgent plunges.
“I can feel you…” She panted, her eyes rolling. “I can feel you deep inside me!”
“That’s where I’m supposed to be. That’s where I’m staying until we’re both good and satisfied.”
Moving his arm above her head, he kept her secure as he made beautifully dominating love to her. With each plunge within her, his muscles tightened, as if she had the best pussy he’d ever been inside.
He finally opened his eyes. “You say you hate Christmas, but God, Felicity, your pussy is like Santa… unfucking real! So warm. So tight! You feel like Christmas morning! Shit! So good!”
They wrapped around one another, coming down and rising up for kisses and caresses. Beautiful sighs tied around four-letter curse words.
“Shit!”
