Sinful Desire

He followed her, stalking her. She was his prey. She wanted to be hunted. The notion that both of them craved the same things so fiercely set his blood on fire. He straddled her, moving up her body.

Until he reached that lovely neck. Such a vulnerable part of her, and yet she was allowing him to take control. Because she knew he’d never abuse it. Because she trusted him in bed, and she’d learned to trust him out of it, too.

She raised her arm, reaching for his dick. He shot out his hand, catching her wrist in his palm then moving her hand back to the post. He tsked her, placing his finger over her mouth.

“I’m going to feed you my cock.”

Her eyes widened with lust. His dick ached. He longed to shove his cock deep in her throat. “Open your mouth,” he said. She moaned and opened wide.

He jammed a palm against the wall, holding his dick in his other hand. He lowered the head between her lips. “Lick the tip. Lick it so I can see your tongue flick all over the head.”

She squirmed underneath him and did as told, her wicked tongue swirling in circles around the tip. He groaned, a deep, primal sound that seemed to come from the very depths of his body, of his desire, of his unabashed lust for this woman. For his woman. His gorgeous, sexy, brilliant, willing woman who would do anything. He wanted to give her everything. More pleasure than she’d ever had. More intensity than they’d ever experienced. He wanted to take her to new heights, to explore every inch of her body, to introduce her to extraordinary bliss. Unmitigated ecstasy.

She deserved it.

Because, fuck. Look at her. Look at those red, ripe lips waiting, eager, to take him in.

“More,” he said, low and husky, as he gave her his shaft. “I want to watch my dick disappear into your mouth.”

She sucked him in, wrapping those lips tight around his dick, and he moaned so loudly he was sure he just set a personal best.

If he kept those kind of records.

He groaned, and her eyes said give me more. “So fucking hot.” He already felt his brain starting to lose contact with language. His thoughts were turning guttural and base. They were consisting solely of verbs and curses and swears as he fed her his cock all the way to his balls. And holy fuck. She took it. She took him all the way like that. On her back. Mouth wide open. Her hands grasping the headboard. Her wicked, wild hips starting to arch up. His gaze drifted to her throat as he gave a deep, lingering thrust, watching her swallow him. He could see the outline of his dick in her throat.

One of the hottest sights ever in the whole damn universe.

He began to rock into her warm mouth to build up friction, taking it slow and steady, letting her handle this vulnerable pose. She handled it like a champ, her lips clamped tight around him, sucking hard and without mercy. His balls slapped against her chin as he picked up the pace. The more he thrust, the more she writhed under him. Oh God, he was going to implode. Pleasure crackled along his spine as his Sophie, his fucking classy, sophisticated, genius of a woman, sucked his dick so hard he was not only seeing stars clouding the edge of his vision, but he was watching planets fall out of orbit, galaxies crashing into each other.

“I want to come like this in you,” he gritted out. “Just like this.”

Her eyes lit up, giving him permission to flood her throat. But then, she gagged. Her eyes watered, and she choked.

Instantly, he yanked his dick out of her mouth and cupped the back of her head. She coughed lightly. “I’m fine,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

“Shhh. Don’t be sorry. I was too rough. It’s too much.”

“No. I wanted it like that. I wanted you like that. I just…let me do it again.”

He shook his head. “Beautiful, I’m not going to die if I don’t come in your mouth right now.”

Then, with a sly quickness, she sneaked a hand between his legs and cupped his balls. She fondled them then met his eyes. The look in hers said she wanted something naughty. Something dirty. Something she’d never wanted before. “Let me lick them,” she whispered. “Let me lick them as you jerk off on my face.”

A storm of lust took hold of him.

He scrubbed his palm across his forehead.

He was speechless.

Just speechless from the filth coming from her mouth. Pure, beautiful filth. His dick answered her, twitching against her neck.

“Yes,” he said, returning to the same position, straddling her neck, only this time he lowered his balls to her lips. Her tongue greeted them, flicking over, sweeping across, then she grazed her teeth. A current surged inside him, and burned red hot as she sucked his balls all the way into her beautiful mouth.