Page 52 of Perfect Guy
“So good,” she moans at the memory and wraps her hand around my dick, adding the right amount of pressure. She thumbs the tip, spreading the pre-cum that’s accumulated.
I groan, tightening my muscles as I attempt to hold off a bit. I’m losing it. She wants this. She wants to make me feel good. I’d be a fool not to react to that.
“I wonder what you taste like,” she whispers against my neck. Her breath tickles me.
“Not today,” I groan. “Shit. I can’t handle it.”
“Yes, you can, but I’m enjoying this. I like watching the way your face morphs as if it’s too much for you to handle, and you’ll crumble. Tell me, have you been thinking about this as much as I have?” Her sweet voice lures me in.
“Every fucking day. Seeing you, unable to touch you this week, has been torture. We can’t go this long without being alone.” Five days isn’t long, but it torments me to see her at work and keep my distance. It’s been a crazy week, and we’ve both been exhausted at the end of the day. I’m so glad she took the initiative to come over, and not just because we’re about to fuck.
I missed spending time with her.
“It’s been hard for me, too. Yesterday, when I was watching you work, my panties got wet. I knew what those hands are capable of, and I wanted to feel them again.”
“Madelyn, that mouth…” I thrust my hips into her hand.
“It’s dirty like yours.”
“You’ll never talk to anyone like this if I can help it,” I growl, my dick begging me for a release.
“I’ve never been like this with anyone. You must bring it out of me.” I love that confession. It’s not that I expect her to be a virgin or a prude, but knowing that there’s something that’s just mine makes this even better.
“I’ve never done this either, and I’ve always been curious.” She shifts her body up the bed a bit and widens her legs. Using my dick, she rubs the tip of it against her pussy. Her wetness coats me, and I moan.
“Jesus…” My muscles are strained from holding myself over her as I try to control my orgasm.
“So good,” she arches her body. I take advantage of the movement and dip my head to her tit, sucking it.
She sighs, lifting her hips to rub against the length of my dick.
“I’ve always wanted to try this, too. Can I make you come like this?”
I lift my head to stare into her curious eyes. “You don’t have to ask, babe. I’m yours. Make us both feel good.”
“Turn over,” she demands.
I appreciate her communication and honest curiosity. She doesn’t shy away or let me lead. We’re equals.
I do as I’m told and lie back, my hands behind my head. I lift a brow and give her a crooked smirk, waiting for her next move.
She holds my cock against my stomach and straddles me. Her pussy parts over my length, and her wetness coats all of me now. Keeping her hand on the top part of my dick, she lowers her body against my underside. I take a deep breath, hands moving to hold her hips.
She doesn’t hesitate to roll her hips over my length, using me as her personal toy. While she does it, her hand pumps my cock, the feel of both too much to handle. Madelyn throws her head back. Her body twitches with each slide of her clit against me. It’d be so easy to slip into her when she reaches my tip, but I hold back. I won’t be reckless.
Her hips circle, giving herself exactly what she needs for her building orgasm. I squeeze her ass, spurring her on.
“Take what you want,” I tell her.
“I can’t…” her body trembles.
“Yes, you can.” I lean up and take her lips in mine, swallowing her moans. Her hand tightens around my dick, my balls taut.
“I need you with me. I’m about to let go.” I whisper in her ear before kissing her again.
Madelyn continues to pleasure herself as desire hits the base of my spine and swirls out of me. I come into her hand and my stomach, releasing every ounce of myself. Her moans grow louder. I feel wetness spread over my jerking dick and feel her tense. She calls out my name, tossing her head back.
Madelyn rolls off me, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. The view of her takes my breath away.